Prompt: 1p2p pair dancing to any music genre and Person A realizes that they're in love with Person B - 1p x 2p Japan

Kuro pulls at his suit collar, wanting more than anything to rip the clothing off and make a complete mess of the ballroom. He refrains because even Allen is behaving and there's no way he's going to let that fucker show him up. Still he twitches in the stuffy outfit.

He thinks it was Francis that suggested an all country ball. He grimaced at the idea, hoping other nations would reject the thought, only to slam his head on the table when most if not all agreed besides him and a few sparse others. So now here he is, standing in a corner of the room with his phone in his hands and ignoring everyone.

"Kuro-san," The soft voice makes him drop his phone. He fumbles trying to catch it when it slips. He lets out a huff when Kiku manages to keep it from hitting the ground. He forces a smirk at his counterpart, one that grows when he notices the soft tinge of pink appearing on his cheeks.

"Would you like to dance with me?" Kiku bows slightly in a polite way that Kuro could never figure out. Not that he could figure anything out with his mind oozing out of his ears at hearing the question Kiku asked him.

"Huh?" Is all he manages to say. He fumbles with his hands as Kiku tries to tell him he doesn't have to, waving his hands back and forth in a easy going way. Kuro gulps and twits up his nose in anger. He snatches Kiku's hand and pulls him onto the main floor where plenty of other countries are already dancing, moving back and forth and swaying to the smooth music playing.

Almost reluctantly Kuro pulls Kiku into him, placing his hands in the proper spots and moving them in time to the music. He can feel Kiku relaxing, nearly feeling proud of himself for the action. He twirls him around once or twice, dipping him low just to hear him squeak.

He flinches a little when Kiku rests his head on his shoulder, calm and comfortable in their setting. Kuro glares at nothing in particular, then at his hand when it starts to sting. He swallows hard at spotting the red string tied around his pinky. That's never happened before.

Of course he knows the legends and the stories of his people, but he never thought he would ever get one. He didn't even know nations could have soulmates. He panics just a little, spinning ever so slightly to see if he can find where the string leads to.

The song ends and he plasters a smirk on his face when Kiku bows to him in thanks, not for sure knowing why he feels the need to be so formal. He sighs looking to his hand again and seeing the string tug. He glances back up to Kiku walking away and his heart lurches in his chest.

Maybe he should have seen that coming. It would explain why his hand always stung with Kiku around, or why his mind turned to mush when Kiku spared him those soft smiles. He grips his hands tight, hoping with everything he has that Kiku can see the string around his finger too.


Keep the Dress

Prompt: A 2p forced into a Lolita dress by a "friend" to cheer their 1p up - 1p x 2p France

Francois is shaking his head before Kuro and Oliver even come over to him. He's seen that look on Kuro's face before to know that he is up to no good and he doesn't even want to talk to Oliver. He grits his teeth when they come close enough, turning his head and taking a long drag of his cigarette.

"Ello' Francois dear~" Oliver coos. Just to be rude, Francois blows his smoke in their direction, trying to not so subtly hint at them to go away. Oliver coughs with a dainty wave of his hand while Kuro just smirks completely unaffected.

"Where's Francy?" Kuro asks him. Francois sneers with a roll of his eyes. He knows exactly where Francis is but he's going to pretend he has no idea. Oliver whimpers at his reaction.

"He looked awful sad," The pathetic way he says it makes Francois grit his teeth. He doesn't know what they want with him if they're looking for Francis. He suppresses his internal urge to shake from feeling. He knows Francis is upset for whatever reason, that doesn't mean he wants to help. It doesn't mean he can.

"We had an idea," Kuro's smirk grows and Francois raises an eyebrow at him. Now they're getting down to it. He opens his mouth to ask what kind of bullshit plan Kuro has when he's scooped up and over someone's shoulder.

"The fuck?!" He sputters out, recognizing the deep red plaid better than anyone. He growls and tries to wiggle out of Matt's hold but the younger does not let go. Damn him for growing up so nicely. His string of curses is stopped by Oliver putting a hand over his over his mouth with a twisted giggle.

"No," He says. He put up such a fight. He's not even sure how they got him into this ridiculous outfit. Kuro is trying his hardest to not launch into full on laughter and Oliver is cooing like crazy. Matt seems indifferent but the turn of his head and Francois knows he's trying not to laugh.

"Get me the fuck outa this thing," He demands. There are too many ties he can't reach without help. Oliver shakes his head and links their arms together and pulls. He struggles but Matt is pushing him too. It doesn't help that his knees keep getting caught in the elegant fabric of the red and black Lolita dress Kuro had magically produced. The ruffles are driving him crazy and his mind is spinning wildly as they finally release him in a push.

He turns around to snarl at them to give him back his clothes when he comes face to face with Francis. All words get caught in his throat as he stares back. Francis is stunned to silence, not laughing at him or making any kind of facial expression and that honestly drives Francois even crazier.

"What?" He ends up biting out with a twist in his nose. He tries hard not to shake, in anger or embarrassment or whatever feeling may be turning him inside out.

"Why are you-"

"Stop being sad," Francois spits out before Francis can get out his question. He glares at the ground, mentally cursing himself for voicing his feelings. The silences stretches on, only briefly stopped by Francis sighing with a soft laugh. Francois grits his teeth. He figured Francis would make fun of him.

He jerks when Francis takes his hands gently, bringing them up to his lips to place a soft kiss to them. His eyes widen at the gentle smile on the other's face, a small few tears slipping out the corners of Francis's eyes.

"Thank you," Francis says softly. He locks eyes with Francois and he has to turn his head away to make sure he's absolutely not blushing. Francis leaves with another soft kiss to his hands and finally he allows himself to relax, bring his arms to hold himself tight, feeling almost happy at being able to let Francis smile.

"You can keep the dress." Francois picks up the nearest chair and throws it at Kuro, demanding his clothes once more.


Prompt: 1p2p Prussia tickle fight

Klaus raises an eyebrow at the sliver of skin peeking out near Gilbert's back. His shirt rose up do to his extensive hand motions while fast talking to his brother. Klaus stands and quietly walks over to not interrupt their conversation. He moves delicately to push Gilbert's shirt down for him.

Maybe he shouldn't have. The moment Klaus's fingers touch his skin Gilbert jumps, a loud 'eek' escaping him. Klaus freezes and stares up at him having not expected such a noise. Gilbert blinks down with the makings of an embarrassed blush forming.

Ludwig slips out of the room at their weird staring contest, their conversation now being over. Gilbert fumbles with his shirt and wraps his arms around his stomach to shield it from any more prodding.

"What was that for?" He sputters out his words. Klaus moves his hand to sign back to him his reasons but his mind is elsewhere changing his explanation mid sentence.

Are you ticklish?He ends up motioning. If possible Gilbert pales at the question and suddenly there's a wicked smirk on Klaus's face.

"Klaus no! No!" Gilbert holds up his hands to keep him away but Klaus tackles him. They roll on the ground as he attempts to gain access to Gilbert's sides. He manages to hold Gilbert down and attack him, the beautiful sound of Gilbert's laughter echoing out unchecked.

"Kl-klaus! Stoooooop!" Gilbert swats at him as best he can while not being able to fully breathe. Klaus does no such thing, poking him a few more times to get him to squeak. Eventually he throws Klaus off and holds his wrists tight and away to make sure he doesn't start again. Klaus shakes his head, his shoulders bobbing in a silent giggle. Gilbert pouts.

"No fair!" He whines. Klaus can't help but smile at him. He should have known Gilbert would be ticklish. He just can't believe it took him this long to figure it out. When Gilbert asks to promise to never tickle him again, Klaus only smiles.


Prompt: 2p CanUsUk, the other two teasing Ollie or just being their cute selves

The day Oliver finds a recipe for vegan maple cupcakes he practically falls out of his chair squealing in delight. He's not sure how he didn't find this sooner but his heart is overflowing with happiness with the recipe printed out and hugged to his chest.

After making sure he has all the proper ingredients he sets to work, rolling up his sleeves part way and putting on his baby blue apron, a gift from Matt. He hums to himself as he reads the paper and works, cracking eggs and mixing batter with expertise gained from his years of baking.

Heavy footsteps hit his ears and turns to smile at Matt now leaning casually against a wall and watching. Oliver doesn't mind, it's Matt's subtle way of interacting, and yet staying out of the way. He jumps a little when his apron is touched. He giggles softly at Matt retying the bow.

"Thank you love~" He bounces to his tip toes to peck Matt's cheek. The taller turns his head embarrassed and making Oliver laugh again. He goes back to his recipe, feeling a little smug that he cut off the title so Matt wouldn't know what he's making.

"Shit it smells good in here," Oliver bristles ever so slightly and sends a half hearted glare Allen's way. Allen pauses dramatically with one leg in the air only to sigh and find a quarter somewhere on his being and drop it in the jar in the corner of the counter.

"My point still stands," He sticks his tongue out maturely and rests his head on Oliver's shoulder, looking over at his work as he dollops the batter into even proportions. Oliver smiles and turns his head right in the perfect spot for Allen to kiss his cheek.

"So what is cooking good looking?" Allen teases sliding his hands around Oliver's stomach. The ginger squeaks and goes to scold him only to find Matt slinging Allen over his shoulder to get him out of the way.

"Matt what the fu-frick frack!" Allen pushes up to glare at him but Matt just shrugs. He turns around so Oliver and Allen can face each other. Oliver giggles and kisses Allen's nose sweetly.

"Secret~" He coos at him now. Allen smirks and accepts to be content in his position. Oliver returns to his project. When they are in oven and baking he glances over to see Allen somehow sitting on Matt's shoulder, playing with his hair and flirting shamelessly. He can't help the smile on his face at his two lovers. Matt notices him staring and walks over easily, scooping Oliver up in his other arm and causing him to squeak.

"Matt!" Oliver struggles for just a moment, trying to get his bearings properly then stopping for fear of being dropped. Matt simply shrugs and Allen snickers.

"Don't worry sugar lips big bear's got us," Allen winks at him then kisses Matt to get the grumpy look off his face. Oliver puffs up in a pout but knows so. This isn't this first time he's been victim to Matt's enjoyment of carrying others. He moves to sit easily then is pulled into a quick kiss by Allen.

"So we get to eat what you made right?" Allen clarifies. Matt makes a noise in agreement to the question. Oliver smiles brightly and kisses Matt this time.

"Of course," He tells them. Eventually he gets put down to check on his treats, taking them out to cool. Allen stands by him bouncing on his heels in excitement. The moment Oliver gives the all clear he shoves one in his mouth and his eyes go wide.

"Matt Matt Matt," Allen takes some of the cake itself and shoves it in Matt's mouth despite the other's protests. Matt's eyes go wide as he swallows the cake. They both look to Oliver who is blushing proudly at the ground.

"I fucking love you," Allen wraps him in a hug to squish him tight. Matt joins from the other side and lifts them both up, angling Oliver to kiss his cheek. Oliver laughs brightly then levels Allen in a half scolding look. He grins sheepishly and Oliver shakes his head with a smile.

"Just this once," He tells him. Allen cackles and kisses him a few more times, then eats the rest of the cupcakes, fighting with Matt over who gets the last one.


Prompt: Alfred and Allen playing the Whisper Challenge and one of them says 'Cruz is the Zodiac Killer' and the other repeats it and everyone is just like'OHHHH HE ADMITS IT'

The party was going great. Alfred had bought extra snacks with Mattie's help and that turned out to be a good idea since everyone devoured the food he already had. Not that he didn't plan for such an event, but he likes making sure. Everyone is milling around his giant house, making themselves happy and comfortable and he couldn't be more delighted by the easy going atmosphere.

"Yo bunny!" Alfred perks up at the nickname, smiling to where he can spy Allen moving through the crowd to him. He scrunches up his nose at the mp3 in Allen's hand.

"Want to play a game with us?" He winks and wiggles the device. Alfred rolls his eyes but follows. He finds his music player and takes a seat by Allen in the circle that has formed. Kuro calls out the rules and shows a bucket of sentences the other guests watching have filled out. He picks one out and the music buds go in. Alfred's mind can't hear anything else but the pounding of the bass in his ears.

Allen turns to him and mouths something out. Alfred shakes his head and holds up one finger to get him to repeat it, trying to figure out exactly what he said. He shakes his head and turns to Lutz next to him. finally pulling out his headphones to be able to understand himself and saying what he thinks was said.

"The wig is up your butt," He says and everyone snorts, shaking their heads and he knows he got it wrong. It goes all the way around, ending with 'that week was down to fuck' with the original being 'the pig rolled in mud'. Alfred rolls his eyes as the next sentence is picked, putting his headphones back in.

He raises his eyes to Matt snorting, knowing whatever it is has to be good to make him laugh. Matt stands and walks over to Allen to sit next to him and start the chain reaction. Everyone shifts so it's just them three. Alfred raises an eyebrow to Matthew covering his face with his hands and laughing then watches Matt and Allen carefully. Allen leans back with a dumbstruck look on his face. He turns to Alfred and can't keep the smile off his face.

"What?" Alfred says out loud without thinking after Allen mouths out the words. Allen leans back with a hand covering his mouth to laugh before trying to compose himself and trying again.

"Ted Cruz?" He questions aloud. Allen nods his head and mouth the rest of the sentence as best he can.

"Ted Cruz. is the.. Zodiac.. Killer?" Alfred leans forward with a scrunch in his eyebrows and Allen falls off his chair laughing. He pulls out his headphones to everyone screaming.

"SO IT'S TRUE!"

"He admitted it!"

"You owe me 10 bucks!" Alfred covers his face when he realizes what he actually just said. He groans dramatically and slides off his chair and onto the ground to curl up in a ball as everyone hollers around him. Eventually Allen places a hand on his head.

"It's alright babe, we all knew it," Alfred glares back at the smirk Allen throws his way. He's never playing any games with him ever again.


Prompt: I've seen the way you look at me when you think I don't notice. - 1p x 2p North Italy

If there is one thing Luciano is not, it's stupid. Maybe reckless but never dumb. He's collected. His plans are thought out and back up plans are always provided. While his newest plan isn't the most reasonable idea he's ever had, he's sure he can't be wrong.

He pays attention. He sees everyone's subtle hints and small gestures. Every last little glance, every small little reach towards him that he has strategically ignored. All the small motions Feliciano makes in his direction. He's seen them all and has remembered every instance.

Of course at first he thought his counterpart to dislike him, and he played the part marvelously in his opinion. Glaring at just the right angle, sneering at just the right times, turning his head whenever the time arose. That didn't stop him from completely dropping the facade when Feliciano truly needed assistance. He was there in a heartbeat whether he could admit it or not.

The beginning of his plan is set into action the moment Feli walks in, giggling about something bright and bubbly like usual. Luciano can't stop the smirk from crossing his face as he thinks about what he's going to do. He glances coyly over at Feli, smirking even more when the other jumps in his spot and tries to hide a shy smile behind his hand.

It's almost too easy for Luciano to reach out and grab Feli by the wrist in his passing, yanking him back to fall gracefully right into his lap with an appropriate squeak. Luciano simply snakes his arms around him to keep him from falling and maybe, just maybe, sending a sly look over at a fuming Ludwig.

Luciano rests his head against Feli's as the meeting is started with much more caution than ever before. He just keeps a smug smile on his face while Feli whimpers and wiggles to get comfy in his new spot. When he's sure no one is paying too much attention, Luciano leans ever so lightly to whisper in his ear.

"I've seen the way you look at me when you think I don't notice." Feli jumps at that, blinking up at him dumbly. With a near silent chuckle Luciano nuzzles back into his counterpart.

"I don't mind," He whispers more seductively than he means to, but not really regretting his choice. He's utterly proud at the blush that appears on Feli's face and the way his counterpart snuggles more into him. He sits smugly the rest of the meeting, immensely pleased with the way his plan went through.