A.N This chapter will be about - dancing. Seriously. And thank you 'llich' for the reviews, have fun !
Tiptoe, whirl, bow down, whirl. Just keep whirling and nothing would go wrong.
Francis laughed a bit at his inner monologue and returned to his little dance. He felt happy, graceful perhaps whenever he got to do the ballet. A significant part of his culture, and a beautiful way to express his own emotions.
Too bad that American next to him kept blasting out some song that consist of nothing but the lyrics ' America profanity Yeah !'. Francis smiled. The American was still young, Francis should probably let him enjoy his youth.
Francis let his arms fall towards his sides in exaggerated elegance and bowed down to an invisible audience. When he suddenly felt a strong pair of arms grab him from the behind and dip him forcefully.
" Madame Hungary ?"
The Frenchman blinked. Hungary averted his eyes awkwardly. Next to her, Austria cleared his throat, and pulled out a violin.
" No dance as beautiful as that should be performed with no music," Austria waltzed delicately to Francis.
His pale and long fingers caressing the Frenchman's face gently. Austria sighed nostalgically and pulled back.
Francis smiled, an quite yet melancholic melody rang through the entire room, somehow winning over America's ridiculous songs. So bitter, so sweet. The good memories of the European dominance.
The nations smiled in cohesion, the music attracting them like bees to honey.
Hungary grabbed Francis and twirled him around so fast that Francis could barely react, Elizaveta smirked. Oh she was going to enjoy this.
The dance between the two nations was more of a battle than a dance, meeting each other's hands in a brief moment of truce, and fighting later in the language of Victorian ball movements. Fluttering around the room in a small elegant game of cat and mouse each other around then attempting to stand back up gracefully.
Suddenly, Austria's violin picked up a more intense tune as a third member joined in. Britain caught the Frenchmen before Hungary could dip him again, his emerald eyes dangerously ablaze.
Only I am allowed to play him like this.
Only I am allowed to tease him like this.
Hungary snatched France back. Raising an eyebrow at the Brit.
As if ! That's my prey !
Elizaveta's wild side was showing.
Francis suddenly found himself very much chased around the dance hall. He legs stretching further to meet the Austrian's vivid violin tunes and dodging Elizaveta's arms. He turned and was pleasantly surprised to see Arthur's dancing was even better than the old times.
Next to the dancing trio, America stopped playing his music and gaped at the intense 'dancing' of the old empires, even a small layer of sweat had appeared on Austria's forehead.
Tap tap tap tap tap
Britain's tap dance was mixing with his elegant Victorian's swirls as Hungary's Germanic nobility aura was soon accompanied by a wild variation of folk dances.
" Woah are you guys seriously just gonna like, dance in those clothes, like what the hell ?"
Austria's violin stuttered in a moment of confusion.
Poland and Russia was here.
" HIT IT SPECS !"
Austria frowned but obliged Poland nevertheless.
" Ka-Kalinka-kalinka-kalinka-"
Russia removed his own hat from his folk uniform and gave it to France.
Francis beamed and Russia took his hand happily.
" Oh look at poor Fredka, sitting all alone on the other side of the room !" Russia laughed and pointed ,Francis winced.
" Oh shut it." America spat.
Walking up to France, America blinked.
' France actually looked kinda nice with Russia's hat, kind of like those lovestruck girlfriends you'll see in high school romance movies...' America thought.
' But I bet he'll look better with my bomber jacket !' the American huffed and blushed just so slightly.
Francis yelped as America pulled him away from Russia with superhuman strength and started a series of jazz moves. Russia growled.
Outside the room, Japan paled at the sight of Arthur and Elizaveta 'accidentally' stepping on each other's foot, Russia and America pulling on Francis's arms while the Frenchman stared at him pleadingly, and Austria was looking suspiciously at Poland while holding a moustache and a grape threateningly.
Somewhere drinking beer with Prussia, Germany sneezed.
"Those crazy westerners aru..." China shook his head in disbelief .
A.N Since I got no requested nations, I let my imagination run free, and if you know me, you'll know it would be a very very bad thing. Maybe Northern Europe next chapter ? Or East Asia...
But whoa whoa whoa, before you leave, may I present to you - the adventures of Gilbird and America !
" To Iggy, you are a horrible big brother. But in my will, I will leave you all my burgers..."
America sobbed as he continued to hide under his bed.
" T-to Commie Bastard-"
Another heartbreaking wail.
" I-I leave you all my paperwork, you better do it ! a-and to China-"
The door creaked open, America paled.
Gilbird narrowed his eyes menacingly. He leaped up high, high high up into the air, and grinned ! His beak fell right onto into the America's skull, and the bird chirped a victory chirp as loose blond tuffs fell slowly down the ground.
The world's mightiest nation screamed when Gilbird slowly made his way down to the American's shoulder. The Prussian Gloria blasted gleefully as the bird lunged up and roundhouse kicked Alfred's cheek. The nation responded by crashing out of the window and falling dramatically down three stories.
Luckily, someone caught him. Unluckily, that someone was Russia. And somewhere in the hotel, the letter of wills was sent to an absolutely livid president of the US who promptly banned Alfred F Jones from all Mc Donalds in existence.
~the end~