(Ok first off before I begin this little part I need to let yall know that I HAVE NO DANCING EXPERIENCE! Well Formal dancing experience, if i was to try now I'd look like like Anastasia from Cinderella III or worse. So I'm looking up a whole bunch of dance tutorials, if I can find them, so I can describe them to you. But if I do a crappy job by all means go on youtube and look up what the dance looks like and try to picture it.)

-Gilbert and Annabelle-

"So since you come from a fancy family like that wuss Roddy, I'm guessing you have some dance experience. Ja?" Gilbert asked as he looked for a CD in his bag. "Oui, but I always tried to skip them when I could. My parents used them as a way to get me to know my suitors." Annabelle sighed.

"But now that you are out of there, there's no need to worry. " The Albino said, finding what he was looking for and starting the music. "Gute. Now let's get into position. " He said and faced Annabelle. Taking her right hand in his left, Gilbert placed his right hand on her back as Annabelle set her left arm around his shoulder.

"Und Eins, Zwie, Drei. Eins, Zwie, Drei. Eins, Zwie, Drei. Eins, Zwie, Drei."

Gilbert counted as he lead Anna in the dance. The brunette had a little bit of trouble keeping up, due to the fast tempo, but quickly adjusted. "You're doing pretty awesome compared to everyone else." Gilbert stated, glancing over to his friends.

Jeanne had slipped quickly grabbed the front of Antonio's shirt, popping off a button. Marie was having trouble with her foot work and executing the right timing to the music. "Well Jeanne and Marie have never really had any dance experience." Annabelle explained. "Marie picks up dances quickly, but she likes them to have a fast tempo. Jeanne is a different story"

"Ja, she never did have good dancing skills. " The Prussian muttered. "Quoi?" Gilbert stiffened. "Nothing, let's just keep dancing!"

-Antonio and Jeanne-

"I'm so sorry, I'll buy you a new one." Jeanne apologized. "It's alright, senorita Juana. It' actually looks a little better." Antonio smiled. 'Even if Lovi is going to kill me when I get home.' He quickly thought. "Let's try again." Jeanne nodded and they got into dance position again. "And let's begin!"

The two began dancing again, Jeanne trying to keep up with the fast pace. "And turn. See you're getting it." Antonio assured, spinning her in. " Maybe I'd be doing better if this was slower-ah!" She slipped again and fell on her butt. "Ow I think that bruised something. "How about we rest a little." The Spaniard said, turning off his music.

Jeanne sighed and sat down on a bench. "Here, you must be a little thirsty." Antonio said, handing her a cup of water. "Merci." She thanked, taking the cup as Antonio took a seat next to her. "Hey, Antonio, is it true that you and Roderich were married once?" The Spaniard coughed on his drink.

"W-where did you hear that?!" He asked, surprised. "One of Francis' friends told me. She said you and Roderich use to be together. " She said. Antonio looked away, awkwardly, and rubbed his neck. "Yeah, we use to be, but that was many years ago." He said, exaggerating the word "Many".

"About how many?" Jeanne asked, her curiosity piqued. "About..uh..10?" Antonio un-surly said, making up a random number of years.

"But that doesn't-"

"Why don't we continue with the dance."

-Francis and Marie-

"This dance is odd. Why is there so much spinning in a circle?" Marie question as she as Francis circled each other. "It's just the way it is. Now quicken up a little." The Frenchman advised. "First I move too fast now I don't move fast enough! Is this what you tell Jeannie when you get her in be-OW!"

Marie rubbed her head as she bent down to pick up something. "Jeannie don't throw your shoes at me!" She shouted, throwing it back. Francis stood there, keeping his face hidden due to Marie's comments. "Alright, let's give this another try. This time let's listen to the music for a minute, so you can get the rhythm." He suggested.

After a few minutes of listening to the music, the two tried to execute the dance again. This time Marie was a little better at counting and moving at the right pace. "There that was perfect!" Francis said, clapping. "Still a off on some parts, but barely noticeable." He stated. "Once more time."

"You know Bonnefoy, there's been something about you that's always bugged me." Marie said. "Oh and what would that be, chere."The Frenchman asked, a little cautiously. "I don't really know. It's just a feeling." She stated shrugging. Francis wasn't sure whether to take that as suspicion or not, but he moved it to the back of his mind for the time.

After the first round of dances end, everyone switched partners. Gilbert ending up with Jeanne, Antonio with Marie, and Francis and Annabelle. This time the dances all went a little better. Finally they switched one last time before calling it a day.

" I think this went very well." Antonio happily said. Feliks, who has been hidden behind all his stuff, poked his head out. "Ah perfect you're all finished. Here come try your dresses on." He said, walking out and whisking the girls away.

"Wow these are amazing!"

"How did you do all this, we've only been here for a few hours!?"

"You got some skill man."

" It's nothing and how I finish it top secret." Feliks gushed. "Now put them on so I can see what adjustments to make." He said before walking out from the screens. "Ah, nothing makes me happier than having my work appreciated." The Pole sighed content fully. "Alright we're dressed." Marie called from inside.

Feliks let out a squeal and moved back behind the screens. "Oh my god! YOU GIRLS LOOK ABSOLUTELY FABULOUS!" He said, gleefully. The Bad Friends could hear moving around behind the screens. " What are we not gonna see the dresses, huh?" Gilbert asked. "NOT TILL THE BALL!" Feliks called back.

"Alright, I know what adjustments to make. You gals can change back." Feliks told the girls before walking out again. "You two! Help me get all my stuff to my car!" The Pole demanded, pointing too Gilbert and Antonio. "Why the hell I have to do that! I got a date with Birdie in now!" The albino protested.

"Just shut up and work." Antonio said, picking up some boxes. Gilbert grumbled and followed his friend out, carrying some boxes too. After a few minutes, Annabelle, Jeanne, and Marie walked out. "So what are we going to do now?" Jeanne asked. "Well Marie and I have some stuff to do." Annabelle said.

"We do? Ow- Oh right, yeah totally." Marie agreed, rubbing her arm. "So why don't you and Jeannie go off together. See a movie, make out in the park, you know all that mushy stuff!"

"MARIE!"

Francis chuckled at how flustered his girlfriend was. " But doing that is no fun with out people to complain about it." He commented. "Francis! Don't add on to her comment!" Jeanne shouted. "Oh you know I'm teasing, mon angel." The Frenchman said, warping an arm around her.

"Yeah you see, now go on." Maire said, pushing the couple out as Annabelle went to go grab her bag. "Alright we're leaving. And we'll be leaving for Moscow on the fourteenth. " Francis told Marie. "Understood. Now out!" She said shooing them away. "You just kicked them out of a place you don't own, you know that right." Annabelle stated.

"That's the wonder of being me." Marie gloated. "So where exactly are we going?" She asked. Annabelle walked to the door, waited for a little bit, before walking out. " We're going to the library. I heard you say there was something off about Francis. It got me thinking to the stuff Jeanne said when she returned from her trip."

About a week later, the fourteenth had arrived and the girls were meeting up at Francis home in the city. Right now they were in Maire's car, Annabelle and Jeanne in the back looking at some printed pictures. " You have to admit, this picture of Jeanne D'arc does look a lot like you, Jeanne." Annabelle stated.

"It's just a coincidence." Jeanne insisted, giving the pictures back. "Then what about these other photos?" Annabelle asked, holding up more paper. "They could be his ancestors! Anna, Marie, please don't be prying into Francis' past." The blonde requested. " Fine, but when questions start popping up, don't complain." Maire spoke up as she pulled into Francis' driveway.

Inside the house, Francis looked out the window to see Marie's car pulling in. "They're here. " He said. "Are you sure that potion of yours isn't poison." From the kitchen, an Englishman appeared. "Shut up. I've made this many times. Now distract them while I poor the drinks." Arthur said, returning to the kitchen as the door bell rang.

Francis hurried to the door and welcomed his guest in. " Come in, we'll be leaving soon. " He said, moving aside to let the girls in. " There was another car, who else is here?" Marie asked. " Ello dearies, how wonderful to see you all again." Arthur greeted, walking out with a try of tea cups.

"I made tea for everyone, to warm everyone up." He said, offering them each a cup. "Merci." They thanked, each taking a cup. "Oh wow, is it just me or does a nap feel really good?" Marie asked, her friends nodding while yawning. " Well Arthur et moi still have to finish something up." Francis explained, leading the girls to the living room.

"Why don't the three of you rest for a bit and then sleep on the drive there." He said. "Good idea.." Annabelle said, yawing and taking her glasses off. " Do you and Arthur...need any..help?" Jeanne asked, trying to blink the sleep away. "Merci, chere, but we'll be finished soon."

Francis gave Jeanne a quick peck on the cheek, soothing her hair as she fell asleep. "Alright, they're out. Let's go."

Arthur moved to the center of the room and began to chant a spell.