"Can I have this dance, principessa?" Italy murmured, kissing her hand. Seychelles blushed and took his hand, face turning a healthy rose color.
(Two minutes pass...)
"Italy? You have to put your hand on my waist." Seychelles told him, splaying her own hand on his shoulder, catching his hand with her own. Italy obliged.
"Are you alright?" she asked him worridely. He snapped back to attention. "Oh yeah, yeah! I'm just used to being the girl, ve~" Italy said happily, twirling Seychelles on impulse. The Seychellois girl giggled and gracefully landed back into Italy's arms. The Italian laughed and dipped the island nation. She let out a faint shriek as she dropped and was pulled back up again.
"After this, do you want to have some pasta with me?" Italy asked her as he waltzed her around the room, giving the occasional dips and twirls. She giggled again and nodded.
"We have to do this again sometime." she mused. It was his turn to nod. "NOW LET'S GET THAT PASTA!" Italy yelled, dragging her off the dance floor towards the resturant on the corner. She just smiled and ran alongside him.
She always would.
As long as he was the one to hold her hand.
-IT'S SO...what is it?-
Well, that's some Italy hetero to tide the masses over. :D Hope you enjoyed it, and please review if you want to!
Hasta la Pasta!
