Eleven Pipers Piping

The gloves he wore started to get on his nerves. They were unusually itchy. He chews his lip anxiously. This is finally it, her main and grandest gift yet. He had thought this over and over again and consulted his family. All of them had said that this was unusual yet romantic of him to do. Duh, why did he think of this in the first place?

France comes up to him and gave him a reassuring pat on the back. He smiles at him, "Mon ami, I assure you she'll love it!" The encouragement doesn't calm him down whatsoever, it merely just makes his more nervous. He gives him a small pat on the back, careful not to mess up his suit, "I'm sure of it!"

He better be, or else he'd owe him a lot. He had only needed small help with getting his gifts through to her. His friends were somehow happy for him that someone caught his heart after thousands of years again. But as much as they wanted to help, they'd probably just mess it up.

The Baltics starts their round of songs as he knew it was only a few minutes. He fixes his top hat. On his brother's insistence, he added a cape, hat, and mask to the suit. He frowned to himself. The mask kept his identity, but he didn't like it. No matter how he insisted that she'd easily figure it out, his brothers were pretty damn insistent and he ended up wearing it anyway.

Mostly, he felt very nervous about his, and the smaller half was anxious to see her reaction to all of this. He simply wanted to get this over with. He likes the songs the band of personifications played, it reminds him of the traditions he does during this times. His head lightly bobs from side to side as the Baltics sang, "Jingle Bells."

"I see the Asians!" France shouts, giving the signal for the band and the special police.

He doesn't even notice the crowd making a way for him. Maybe it's the swirling emotions or seeing her in the lovely dress Taiwan picked for her. A smile creeps up his face seeing the flower hair comb. He definitely was getting more nervous as the minutes ticked away to midnight.

Japan is walking alongside Taiwan who excitedly points to the decorations. She nods along but her attention is more on the band. Both ladies are amazed at how everything was put into perfect places. Both of them are focused on different things but the songs make them bob their heads to the beat. The way she would smile whenever Taiwan or China would point out something made his stomach do somersaults. However, he wished that those smiles were directed to him.

Denmark makes his way over to his fellow nation, "How're you holding up?"

He shot him a rude hand gesture, not keen on talking. Denmark frowned, "Ouch."

He shook his head, before smiling and telling him in Danish, "Anyway, remember; deep breaths."

It does nothing to alleviate the ever-rising feeling of anxiousness.

France had taken care of the path of roses, as the nations had long ago decided it was part of their nation powers that the blonde could magically conjure roses from nowhere. There was a path of neatly arranged purple rose petals leading to the balcony, making a path for Japan. There was already a bouquet of white heathers, lavender and red roses, and peonies waiting there.

France was more than happy to help his fellow nation pick out flowers for the bouquet, being the nation of love after all.

The clock signified it was midnight.

A cold but gentle wind made its way throughout the room.

It was time.

Yay! We get to see S's own view of stuff! I kinda gave it away (at least in my mind, I think so). Keep guessing! If we get a single correct guess, then I'll be writing an extra!

Holy crab sticks! I wasn't expecting to get over 500 views after I uploaded the ninth and tenth chapter! Thank you everyone for reading this!

Chapter Notes:

Mon ami (Fr.) - My friend

The symbolism of the flowers will be explained in the next chapter, but feel free to bet your guesses.