So Happy Belated Halloween! I honestly wanted to do this story later in, but it made sense to do it now, being Halloween and all. I've also added a few more characters to the mix. It's not just Florida getting annoyed here.
Hope you enjoy!
How Prussians Annoy Floridians
By Child-of-Lightning
Case-In-Point 3: Personality
The last thing you would expect on the day before Halloween is for everything to go wrong; well this is what both Elizabeth and Alfred thought. So let's start at a Starbucks near the United Nations at two in the afternoon. There both countries sat one eating simple blueberry muffin and drinking simple earl grey tea, while the other had a black coffee and a sausage biscuit. Preferably, England would've liked to see Alfred chewing with mouth closed though.
"America," she said, setting her tea down with a clink. "I know for a fact that I taught you manners. Could you put that knowledge to use by any chance?"
"Oh so you're the one that taught me. Well I'm sorry, but I'm not your minion anymore. I be independent," Alfred proclaimed.
"It's not a problem of you being my- wait what? You were never my minion. My boss at the time hated your colonist for being a pain," Elizabeth said irked.
"One word: taxes."
"Oh please; it was Francis who started that whole endeavor. Who funded the French and Indian War for you again?"
"And who helped you fight it?"
"…Touché."
"You're extra snippy today; what's going on?" Alfred asked, taking a sip of his coffee.
"Sorry. Halloween always made me paranoid. Whenever I try to dabble in black magic around this time of year, things end badly. Even if I perform everything perfectly, I somehow screw it up." England's head fell into her hand. "I just cannot seem to settle down."
"Well that or you're having 'woman problems'" Alfred said, making quotes with his fingers. "Are you PMS-ing?"
England's mouth hung agape, her face a crimson colored. "B-belt up! Stop being so rude!"
"You're trying to deny it?"
"No! What you said was just plain rude, that's all!" Britain sighed loudly and slouched in her chair. "If you were to somehow change your personality to something more polite, I'd think I would tolerate you more."
"And if you were cooler and less polite at times, I might stomach you more."
"I'm cool!" protested the peeved country.
"Yeah and I'm Ronald McDonald." Alfred took a bite of his sandwich. "But you're still not cool like me and I bet you never can be."
Elizabeth looked to her former colony and blinked. "Is that a challenge Alfred?"
"I dare say it is Liz." He protruded his hand out that didn't hold the sausage biscuit. "We do this at twelve, tonight. We'll switch our personalities for twenty four hours, all during Halloween; that way people think it's just a prank. Whoever says they give first loses."
"How about we just learn to respect each other more?"
"Eh, sure; that too."
"And by the end of this, you can say I am cool."
"Yeah right! Let's just stick with dealing with each other first Lizzy."
"You're no fun Alfred. Ok then, deal," England agreed, returning the handshake. "The wager is now set."
Several Hours Later…
Jezabel's clock read nine 'o two when finally she half sat half flopped onto her bed, tired beyond belief. A long day that started at twelve in the morning with a meeting with her boss, and a day filled with paper work, computer screens, and no movement below the waist had worn the state out.
"Sleep," she moaned, stretching. "Such a wonderful, natural thing." Jezabel flopped on the bed, not even bothering to change positions.
Oh tell me what you want! What you really, really want! Jezabel's eyes flew open. Her phone was ringing. And not just any ringtone; it was Elizabeth "England" Kirkland's ringtone. Florida sat up and groaned. She reached for her phone, regretting for a moment she had one. Jez clicked on the number and the Spice Girls went silent.
"Hello?"
"Jezabel! Thank goodness you picked up. I need you to come over to my house immediately. There's a specific…predicament that you need to come take a look at," England said, choosing her words cautiously.
"Liz, it is nine here and I've been up since twelve in the morning. Could this wait till maybe, I don't know, tomorrow, eight a.m. my time?" Florida asked groggily.
"No I cannot wait."
Obviously. "OK, so if it's that important, then what level of emergency would you rate it?"
"Alpha Code Red."
Jezabel's eyes widened the tiniest bit. "Ugh, fine what exactly happened?"
"Um…" England hesitated. "A slight mishap with, uh, magic."
Jez blinked. "Did you turn Alfred into a duck?"
"No, I did not. Just get over here." Click. Elizabeth's voice cut off swiftly as the connection was cut. Jezabel set her phone down on the headstand as her head fell into her hands. She knew as soon as that ring tone went off that this was going to be something important; Elizabeth didn't just call anyone in the in the middle of the night in any time zone. So, getting up and opening her closet, Florida shimmied off her pajamas, grumbling the whole way, and changing into warmer clothes to match England's weather; all being topped off with a Florida Gators hat and scarf.
Being a state, she could get around faster than a normal human, but not quite as fast as a country. But none the less, Florida hailed her private jet and set off toward England. The whole way there, Jezabel watched captioned world news broadcast while listening to Cherri Bomb, Shinedown, Nickelback, Skillet, and Skirlllex so she would stay awake. Upon landing in England, the first thing Jezabel did was shiver, the cold wind hitting her face square on.
Taking off in a dead run, Jezabel stayed warm and thought about what Elizabeth could've done. What had she done to America? Turned him into a cat? A dog? A horse? Fish? Opossum? Turkey? Whatever had happened, Jez didn't know if she wanted to see it or not.
Skirting into England's driveway, Jezabel rush up her friend's steps and knocked on the door. When no one came to the door, Florida cracked it open and pocked her head in.
"Brit, you in here? I'm not storming around your house looking for you!" called the state. Again, no answer. Jezabel stepped through the door way and closed the door quietly. She relished the warm air and took off her hat and scarf.
Finally, peeking out from a hallway, Britain came to greet her guest. Jez noticed her friend wore a simple, black floor-length dress covered by a black, satin cloak.
England raced up to her tall friend. "Florida! Thank God you're here. Please follow me." The short country grabbed Jezabel's arm and dragged her down the hallway she just came from. The two passed door after door, each one slightly different in design. Then came the last door. This door had intricate designs and strange, ancient looking text and was painted pure black. Jezabel made the connections in her mind. Oh crap, she thought.
England opened the door and a dark staircase leading down appeared. She turned back to the state with a serious look on her face.
"Now Jezabel; I want you to promise me that you will NOT burst out laughing when you go down there. Do you understand?" Elizabeth demanded.
"Yes ma'am," Jezabel nodded, almost making her response sound like a question. Both women trudged carefully downward until another door just like the last came up.
"Prepare yourself," Elizabeth cautioned as she opened her door. Once the door was opened, Florida immediately assed the situation. In the room were America (who was human), France, Spain, (who were a surprise since England had hated them for so long), Italy, Japan, (Why the Axis Powers? Jez thought), Austria, and Hungary (Huh?). Last but not least, in the center of the room was Prussia and Germany.
"Well for once I can say I'm surprised that the Bad Friend Trio is here," Jezabel admitted.
"Surprised us too," Antonio nodded to his sister.
"So what exactly is going on to have all y'all over here? I mean half of Europe is over here."
"You're obviously over exaggerating," Austria pointed out.
"Yeah obviously. But still, why are we here?"
"Well it started with Lizzy admitting she had no swag," Alfred explained.
"BELT UP! I can't explain things if you won't shut your trap!" Elizabeth roared, obviously POed at Al. America gave his adopted sister a sour look, but remained quiet.
"Anyway," she continued. "America and I made a bet; one where we switched our personalities. I would be a slob for a day while America would be a dignified gentleman."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa. I am not a slob!" interjected America.
"I hate to say it all but you kinda are," Florida said.
"Anyway," continued Britain. "We decided to perform the ritual here at twelve and spend the day like this. When we went to the UN Halloween Party, we would turn back to our normal selves at midnight Eastern Seaboard time.
"Unfortunately, a little hiccup happened. Either I used to much of one ingredient or too little or I just messed up pronouncing the spell, but whatever I did, I didn't switch America and my personalities. I switched…" England trailed off, tapping her fingers nervously together. She head turned to the middle of the room where both Germany and Prussia stood. Florida didn't get it at first (acting slightly blonde), but she noticed a few little things before connecting the whole picture.
Ludwig's hair, which was normally gelled back, was instead flopped down naturally; his eyes had a slight mischievous glare that Jezabel had seen before, but never in Germany's. He was in an extremely relaxed pose with his arms crossed over his chest and a smile that matched his eyes and lined his face.
Gilbert, on the other hand, was basically the opposite. The ex-country's hair was neater then usual but not gelled back. He was peculiarly calm and stood straight and tall, his head a few degrees above the horizon. The serious look that was normally on Ludwig's face was now on Gilbert's.
Finally, a light bulb went off in the state's head.
"Oh no," she moaned.
"Oh yes," Italy and Japan said in unison.
"It's not that bad," Germany smiled. "Honestly, it's awesome."
"No. Please, just no! Don't you start that," Jezabel pleaded.
"It cannot be helped," Prussia shrugged, crossing his arms. Ludwig threw an arm around his brother and smiled in a way that made Gilbert roll his eyes.
"OK, I'm staying calm," Jezabel conveyed to herself, trying not to hyperventilate.
"Breathe," Hungary said softly.
"Trying. OK; I think I'm either going to burst out laughing or crying. I don't know which yet. Maybe both."
"Well don't laugh," Prussia asked calmly.
Florida gave her albino friend the strangest look she could dish out. "Please stay quiet. I swear, this is the weirdest thing since the Roswell incident."
"Agreed," nodded Alfred, who had personally, went to check out the Roswell incident himself.
"I have a question," Japan said raising his hand. "Courdn't we just move the two to somewhere that wirr have midnight quicker?"
"Kiku's right; couldn't we take them over to Russia or some Polynesian island?" Florida established.
"Er, well, when I cast the spell, I might have programmed it to only work between the time periods of London and the Atlantic Seaboard of the United States of America."
"So in other words it only works in the Atlantic time zones?"
"Yes."
"Well that was a stupid idea," Spain deadpanned.
"Well I didn't know I was going to fail at a spell I can do normally in my sleep! Grrr, I knew from the moment you proposed this idea America that it would be a bad one."
"Seriously?" America asked. "That's your lame excuse?"
"Seriously." England started to pace. "I can't do anything to speed up the process of this spell since I didn't want it to wear off all of a sudden on either America or I; I can't make another spell to counteract this one because it's temporary."
"So in other words they're stuck like this for about twenty-three to twenty-five hours?" Roderich finished.
"That's exactly what I'm saying Austria."
"Well it cannot be that bad," Hungary suggested positively. "I mean, having a calm Gilbert is always a good thing right?"
"Yeah; besides for once I don't have to hide my true self and I can be as awesome as I want to be," Germany said as he slid over in-between Italy and Japan.
"Ludwig, I have to say this before things become weirder; you're scaring me a little," Alice squeaked.
Ludwig squeezed Italy tightly into a side hug. "Please, the only thing that's scary in here is my awesomeness."
Prussia shook his head slowly. "Please try to act reasonable little brother."
Hungary's eyes widened all of a sudden. "I take back what I just said; this is just weird!"
"Hey here's a bright spot: at least Prussia can start to recover from all the not-so-awesome frying pan marks you give him. How many times do you hit him upside the head in a day?" Germany asked, smiling impishly.
Hungary didn't say anything at first, but did lash her arm and her frying pan struck the upside Ludwig's head. "It starts with one and goes on from there." Elizabeta's eyes grew wide. "Oh crap! Germany, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean it!"
"Now I know where Prussia gets all his brain damage from," Jezabel whispered to Alfred and Elizabeth. As the Hungarian apologized profusely to the German, Jezabel walked over to Gil and asked, "You sure you're ok?"
"I'm quite fine; I actually think this is going to be… interesting," shrugged Gilbert.
"We can get away with a lot more with Gil like this," Spain grinned upon coming over.
"Yes, it is agreed, hon hon" France laughed.
"Well if you four insist on getting in trouble," Elizabeth interrupted, scaring the squad to death. "Be at the UN Halloween Party when midnight comes around."
"Got in Liz," Florida saluted. Francis and Antonio chimed an "UNDERSTOOD", while Gilbert only nodded curtly.
Jezabel frowned. "We're never going to get used to this.
Much to Spain and France's prompting, in the latter hours of the morning, Jezabel decided to stay in Europe for the day. The four friends traversed around Europe, pulling small pranks here and there. Prussia's now strict, military attitude got in the way every so often when he refused to do something; but often that 'something' was illegal at least almost illegal. After performing an orchestra of pranks that domino effected all the way to Turkey, the four decided to return to Germany for an afternoon of rest.
"I lose all common sense and reason around you guys, you know that?" Florida admitted when they all flopped down on couches in Germany's home (since Prussia lived there to).
"We figured that out the first time you joined our little group sister," sighed Spain, smiling goof-ily. Florida formed a thin lipped smile. She remembered when she was first founded; she was dubbed New Spain for the longest of times till she was renamed La Florida, or The Flower in Spanish. Antonio said her name had always suited her well.
Of course, she didn't know Prussia or France to well back then; her social skills were limited to Spain and America (who at the time were the Thirteen Colonies). Back then, Antonio had taught his little sister to despise the French and the British, since Spain basically didn't like them. If you ask me, that didn't turn out like anyone planned. Now, Spain was partnered with Prussia, France, and occasionally Florida would jump in when she felt like it. Spain, who had watched his little sister grow and blossom, knew Florida had to branch out. And if that meant calling half of Europe her family like America and many of the other states did, then so be it.
"So what shall we do next?" Gilbert thought aloud?
A sudden thought struck Jezabel. "Um, does anyone have a Halloween costume?" Antonio and Francis' eyes lit up and widened. Jezabel rolled her own. "Well, it looks like all four of us are going costume shopping then."
So, splitting into teams of two, (Antonio and Jezabel in one, Francis and Gilbert in the other), the four altogether scoured the European continent for costumes. Of course, due to time, each team agreed to find each other's supply that was needed; and that plan so far was working.
"I was extremely surprised when Prussia said he didn't want to dress-up," Jezabel commented as she searched for grey plane shaped fabric decal for her costume. "But then again, Germany as far as I know only dresses up because Italy makes him."
"Germany's personality is 'veird,' agreed Antonio, using the German accent he'd learned from being around Gilbert for so long. He caught glimpse of both pink and green hair spray that both he and Francis needed. "Who are you going as again?"
"One of my two favorite brothers," she smiled, finding a stitch-on star.
Antonio's goofy smile turned to a questionable one. "I'm guessing it's not me right?"
"You would be correct."
"Is it Denmark or Germany?"
Florida narrowed her eyes. "I consider them family, but really?"
"I know, I know. I'm just playing with you," Antonio smiled again, walking over to his sister and pecked her on the forehead.
"Antonio," Jezabel whined, smirking as she rolled her eyes. Meanwhile, Francis and Gilbert were still looking for their costumes as well. Well, Gilbert was helping, but not dressing up. He merely crossed his arms almost the entire trip and stayed unusually quiet.
"So you and Spain are going as punks?" Gilbert asked, merely trying to stir up conversation (he still didn't like to much quiet, no matter what personality he had).
"Correct Prussia," winked the Frenchman.
"Why on earth would you go as that?"
"Believe it or not, England, Spain, and I agreed on this idea after Britain suggested it. We had our outfits set up, but we were missing some major details; you know, hair color, fake ear rings, maybe a temporary tattoo here and there."
"Sounds complicated enough," Gilbert murmured.
"Oui, it is; but when it's all said and done, it's worth it. Besides," Francis paused for effect, grabbing a pirate hat from a shelf. "It was either punk, or pirate."
Prussia gave an unamused face. "Does it really matter which one you were?"
"Actually it does; I was a pirate a few years ago, and I don't need to repeat that outfit until another couple years."
"Ok then." A few more paces and Gilbert asked, "How do you think Ludwig, Alice, and Kiku are holding up with my brother's… borrowed personality?"
"How should I know? Honestly, I think Antonio and I will be hanging out with your little brother more than usual tonight till this spell from my sibling wears off."
"I wouldn't say I'm entirely offended."
Another moment of awkward silence. "You're kind of being a downer, you know that right Gilbert?"
"I just see no point in Halloween right now. Trust me, when I am back to normal, I'll be acting the fool right next to you and the others."
Francis sighed. "That's it my friend; you need a costume and stat."
Prussia's eyes widened. Uh-oh.
Germany placed yet another hat on Alice's head. "And I'd say this looks the best on you Italy," the German said proudly.
Alice looked warily at her friend and then the hat. He was right; the hat, a tan and orange fedora, matched her normal tan uniform, amber eyes and hair. But still, poor little Italy was almost traumatized with how Ludwig was behaving. Kiku stood nearby; he had promised to stand by for Alice's sake in case anything weird were to happen; so far everything had been weird, but not in a way for any party to feel uncomfortable.
"Ludwig," Italy started. "Could we please stop? I already have a costume set up and everything. Let's just head home for now and have pasta till the party starts?"
"Because this opportunity is too awesome for the Great Germany to pass up," Germany crowed. Japan rolled his eyes.
"Ve; stop acting like Gilbert, please," whimpered the Italian.
"Who said the Great Germany was acting?" Ludwig purred smoothly. Japan rolled his eyes again.
"VE! Please don't make me call Big Brother Romano!"
"I'm of afraid of that little oaf." Ludwig waved off the threat with a flick of the wrist. Alice pouted; what was really tragic is the fact that she couldn't call anybody right then even if she wanted to; her phone was dead. Her bluff was just that, a bluff. She looked at her discreet Asian friend, making a face that begged for assistance. Kiku could only shrug in response.
"Come on! On to the next store!" announced Germany. He had gone to buy the hat and now was dragged Italy with him out the door. Japan gave a small grin to no one in particular and followed his strange Western friends to who knew where.
Eight o' clock, U.S. Eastern Time- New York City
Finally, I'm home! Thought Florida as she tightened the bomber jacket she wore closer to her being. Well at least somewhat home.
After a few tweaks to each other's costume, both Antonio and Jezabel agreed their outfits were perfect. Just before they left, the brother-sister duo stopped by Germany's place where Francis said he and Gilbert had landed to drop off supplies; the Frenchman said he was, 'In the middle of important business.'
"Can't you at least let us see Prussia? I want to see if any of the spell wore off," Jezabel asked when Francis was finished explaining his reasons; she still knew very well Gil was still immersed in Britain's spell (a good laugh was hard to find so you have to take advantage).
"Nope, sorry. He's my 'important business' at the moment, France snipped quickly as he slammed the door.
Florida had cocked an eyebrow. "I don't even want to know."
So past all the suggestive and weirded-out mode Jez had been put in, she and her brother walked up the steps to the House of Bashes, an event center for the nations and states, its name inspired by the House of Burgesses (sort of).
"Ready to party chica?" Antonio grinned as he hooked his arm with his sister's.
Jezabel smiled and looked at her brother's costume once more. His now green hair brought his green eyes with an intenseness Jez had never seen before; his black tank top that read Black Veil Brides on it went well with his black skinny jeans and black Converse; the state really liked the fake tattoo of European dragon on his left shoulder and the earrings (they were real).
"It depends on what you mean by party, senior," Jezabel winked playfully. Her disguise was different from Toni's in every way; for one, it was official 'hero material.' The old bomber jacket Florida had found now had the two patches of the star and the plane; the tan uniform she wore underneath worked perfectly with her.
Brother and sister walked arm-in-arm up the steps and opened the door to find the House with not even ten people inside. Lithuania worked with Canada to set up the last of the decorations and food while America "directed."
"Alright Tor, try a little to the left with that streamer," called the blonde. Toris, who was currently standing on a ladder, did as he was asked and was given a thumbs up. "Perfect man!"
"Hey bro!" Florida hollered. "Nice costume!"
Al looked to his sister with a huge grin plastered on his face; there he stood, the United States of America, in a Captain America costume.
"I know right; isn't it cool?!" Alfred yammered excitedly. "I like yours too!"
"Well I am technical you," Jezabel grinned slyly as she played with the bomber jacket's collar.
"Team Awesome baby!"
"A-America, is this good enough?" Canada asked timidly from a table where he was arranging food about.
"Awesome little bro," America said cheekily as he ruffled Canada's hair. Matty giggled.
The Canadian was currently dressed up as a very familiar Avenger that could bring the hammer down. While Matt held Mjolnir in one hand, he held Mr. Kumajirou with his other, his bear wearing a green outfit similar to the Norse God of Mischief.
"So where's Brit?" questioned the Floridian, swiveling her head around the room to see if she could spot her British friend.
"Still getting ready; she takes foreeeeeever," Alfred nagged.
"Well blue hair isn't easy to get you know," Antonio shrugged.
"Do you want me to go get her Mr. America?" Toris asked as he came over. The only thing he had on were a pair of cat ears so far.
"Knock yourself bro," Alfred replied. So Toris ran off toward a bathroom while the others talked. Canada, America, Spain, Lithuania, and Florida weren't the only ones there; there was New York, Pennsylvania, Alaska, Columbia, Cuba, Austria, and Hungary. Florida smiled and walked over to her state family.
"When did you bozos get here?" she asked playfully.
"Well I live here," New York stated. "I was here before Al showed up." She flipped her hair dramatically.
"Well duh," Alaska rolled her eyes. "I just wanted to get here early. Hawaii should be here in a few."
Pennsylvania shrugged. "No point in being late so I came early."
"Cool; thanks for the update guys!" Jezabel thanked her brother and sisters and went to be a social butterfly elsewhere. She talked to Cuba and Columbia for a bit about a couple random subjects then skipped to Roderich and Elizabeta. The state was talking with them when Britain came out. The English woman wore her hair in her normal pigtails, but sprayed blue of course; she wore a strapless, blue shirt that read Evanescence, dark blue skinny jeans, and black wedges. Her normal hair barrettes were replaced with skulls barrettes and dark makeup. Oh good night.
"You look amazing Liz!" Hungary chided.
"Thank you Elizabeta," thanked Elizabeth. "My hair took forever though." The next hour, more states and countries dribbled in. Georgia, India, both Romanos, California, Hawaii, Mexico, Sealand, Mississippi, Louisiana, the Nordic Five, Poland, Tennessee, Belarus, Ukraine, Russia, China, and the Baltic States all came in within that time period. When nine thirty rolled around, the Axis Powers strolled in. All three of them were wearing mafia clothing.
"Holy crap you guys look awesome," Antonio whistled.
"Thanks big brother," Alice smiled as she played with rim of her fedora.
"How on Earth did Germany manage to get all three of you into costumes?" Florida privately asked Japan.
"I really don't know; arr I know is that we rook pretty good though," shrugged the Asian.
"Established." More and more people trickled in as time passed, but no sign of Francis and Gilbert was seen.
"Still no word?" Jezabel asked her brother.
"Nope," Antonio shook his head. But just as he said that, in walked the two devils.
Francis, who was a punk just like his brethren, had pink hair, a black leather jacket, a white shirt that read Skirlllex, white skinny jeans, and white Converse. Gilbert, surprisingly, was wearing a Teutonic Knight uniform.
"Who are you and what have you done with Francis?!" Florida exclaimed.
"He's still here," France grinned. "And guess who I brought with me." Francis ushered Gil forward. The Prussian was blushing furiously just like Ludwig would whenever he was embarrassed like this.
"Aww, the big man's blushing," Jezabel teased.
"Shut up," Gilbert said blushing harder (if that was even possible), crossing his arms. Jezabel gave a full hearted laugh as Gil averted his eyes.
The Halloween party continued full throttle. The music blasted amazing and upbeat music from over the centuries. Germany and Denmark kept having random drinking contests and became drunk within no time. Prussia told Florida that he ashamed of himself for acting like this on a normal basis. Jezabel rolled her eyes.
Spain and France continued to argue with England about who's punk costume was best while America and Canada sweatdropped near; Russia "kol-ed" nearby while China rolled her eyes as Poland, Mexico, and Texas attempted karaoke; twins North and South Dakota talked with Sealand and the Baltic states; the other Nordics watched as Denmark tried to proclaim his love for Norway (she merely pulled his hair and grumbled a few inappropriate words); Brother and Sister Romano yelled at a drunk Germany for acting like this around Italy (Japan decided not get in the mix).
So the party, in other words, was doing great.
"So how far away is midnight again?" Florida asked Prussia, the two sitting on a couch.
"Fifty minutes," Prussia replied, looking a wall clock.
"Oh thank God," sighed the state. After a moment of silence, she also suggested, "Why don't we go save your brother from both Romanos?"
"Sure why not?" So off went the duo to save Ludwig from Lovina and Lovino.
"…And if you act like that around her you potato bastard, I'll kill you!" Lovino threatened.
The drunk German smiled like an imp. "You don't scare me fairy boy!" Ludwig dragged, referencing to Lovino's demon costume.
"Well you should because I'll help him!" Lovina said, jabbing a finger into the German's face. She too, wore a demon costume.
"Ok, break up the fight you morons," Florida butted in. "You're countries; there's no need to give your bosses a reason to start a war."
"Easy for a state to say," Lovina scoffed.
"You really think so? Well, tell me that again when my boss orders me and my boys and girls to go to war," challenged the blonde. The amber haired Italian locked eyes with state as electricity flew through the air. Prussia sweatdropped, Germany hick upped and laughed, North Italy begged her brother to save his anger for something else, and Japan sighed. How did I ever get mixed up with these crazy Europeans? Thought the Asian.
"HEY! MIDNIGHT IS IN A FEW; THE AFTERPARTY IS STARTING WHEN THE CLOCK STRIKES TWELVE!" announced Alfred from the stage. "IN THE MEAN TIME, KEEP PARTYING!"
"WILL DO!" called a drunken Denmark.
The arguing between state and country stopped then. "Oh thank the LORD! Midnight; I'd thought it would never come!" praised Lovino.
"Yeah!" Alice cheered. She threw her arms around Germany's waist to hug him. Lovino grit his teeth.
Florida smiled warily at Prussia. "Well, your calmness was nice while it lasted."
Gil shrugged. "Not really; you should know that my original personality will tell you differently."
"True; but you'll still have your memories of today."
"Well, even if I didn't want to, I found out that Germany can be quite the drag. Oh wait, I already knew that," smirked the albino. "And really, if I already knew that, then I can also figure out another thing and that it's-"
"DING DONG PEOPLE; IT'S MIDNIGHT!"
Prussia instantly shut his mouth and so did Germany. The two brothers froze, and within seconds, were back to normal. Ludwig flushed at the fact that Alice was still hugging him and Gilbert glomped Jezabel.
"I. AM. AWSOME!" announced the white haired man. He had a full blown smile as Jezabel grimaced, irked beyond belief.
"Gilbert," she started in a low voice. "Get off me." Gil laughed; he knew he was in trouble now: Jez had used his real name!
"Not until you agree to dance!"
"What?"
"You know what dancing is, don't you?"
Jezabel let out a 'Pfft'. "Please, I'm one of the party capitals of the world. Of course I can dance; do you know how many parties I'm invited to?" And with that, the slightly insulted blonde dragged her taller friend toward the dance floor. With the after party underway, more music in the dance genre played. Songs like "Shake It Off," "Summertime Sadness (Cedric Gervais Remix)," "American Idiot," and "Shake The Ground" played the rest of the night. Both the Prussian and the Floridian refused to leave the dance floor for anything. Well, except when a slow song came on. "Nightingale," "Back To December," and "Amnesia," were just to name a few. The two acted like wallflowers; Gil would drink some of the beer that hadn't been downed completely by his brother and Denmark and talked casually with Jez about the day (and making fun of the couples dancing) until the next upbeat song came on.
And the pattern continued until one song came on both ex-country and state knew and loved; "All That You Are," by The Goo Goo Dolls. The waltz pace of the song intoxicated both of them.
"Well, I guess it wouldn't kill me to do one slow dance," Jezabel confessed.
"Eh, why not?" Gilbert agreed, grabbing his friend's hand. Both having been to many parties with slow dances like a waltz, the two fell in time quickly, the words flowing through their hearts and souls.
…Beautifully broken alive in my heart
I know that you are everything
let your heart sing tonight
we'll light up the stars, all that you are…
This is, nice, Florida thought, closing her eyes and swaying in time with one of her favorite songs. When she opened her eyes again, she saw a lazy, goofy grin on the albino's face.
She frowned. "Prussia, are you drunk again?"
"Maybe," he drawled. The Prussian leaned in and laid his chin on the blonde's shoulder. "I'd say that today was pretty awesome, how about you?"
A pause ensued and a few more lyrics passed. Then, "I guess so. It was still extremely weird for everyone involved though."
"Yeah; I, the Awesome Prussia, was a complete noob."
"Eh; you always are."
Gil sighed. Today had been great and wither he liked being like his little brother or not; he had gotten pretty close to Jezabel within the last hour due to the whole calm nature he adopted. So, for the rest of the party, the two hung out with the rest of the BFT and danced. By dawn, the four friends sat flopped on a couch with the Axis Powers, Roderich, Elizabeta, and the Allies, and were all asleep.
(P.S. Al and Liz did finally do that bet and neither of them won).
To All:
UGH! I'm so sorry to upload this chapter! And sorry for the belated Halloween theme; I'm an absolute dunce some days. Oh well.
Anyway, yes I know it's exceptionally long compared to the first two chapters, but it couldn't be helped.
I'm honestly to lazy to name the songs; I'll tell you at least that "Shake The Ground" is by Cherri Bomb. Other then that, guess!
Until next time, As-ta-la-Pasta!
DCoL