Title: Love's Aftermath

Pairings: Italy/Germany, Spain/Romano, Spain/Italy, France/Canada, England/America, Japan/Greece, Prussia/Hungary, Austria/Switzerland

Italy's pregnant, Germany's gone missing and Romano just won't quit, have these kids STILL not got their act together?

Chapter 14 - Coming Around

"Italy have you been crying again?"

"No."

"...are you sure?"

"Sì Germany, I'm fine."

"What were you doing all this time? I went looking for you."

"I was in the toilets."

"I checked the toilets, you weren't there."

"I was in the other ones."

"What other ones?"

"Germany just stop asking please!" Italy hissed, glaring at the German, turning away from him in his seat.

Germany sighed, going back to his meal, letting it drop for now. Italy couldn't lie to him, he knew he'd been crying, everyone had already finished their starters and were half way through their main courses before Italy showed up to the dining room from wherever the hell he'd been. Wherever he'd been crying that is. He hadn't done a good job hiding the evidence, tears had stained his cheeks and he'd obviously been wiping them away with his tie which was now damp.

Italy ate a few mouthfuls of food before settling back in his seat, sighing softly. From the other side of him Japan asked if he was okay but Italy merely shrugged, not even attempting to hide his feelings anymore, what would even be the point?

The Italian refused dessert, even though it looked delicious. Everyone else ate around him at the long table, France and Canada feeding each other cutely from the head of the table, wiping cream onto each other's cheeks playfully. When everyone had pretty much finished, America glanced around slightly nervously as he slowly rose to his feet, tapping the side of his wine glass with his little dessert spoon.

"Hey everyone!" America gave a wave, laughing slightly as everyone quietened down and turned to him, "I uhh, I'm Canada's best man so urm, I guess I better make me speech now right?" he grinned at his brother, who was looking just as nervous as he was, lacing his fingers with France's, "Well I say my speech, England kinda helped me with it cause uhhh...well I'm not really good with emotional stuff, and since you're not really supposed to tell embarrassing stories about the bride I thought that would be kinda inappropriate." France snorted slightly, trying to hide his giggles as Canada went red beside him, glaring at his brother, "But urm...I guess what I really want to say is that..." America bit his lip, rubbing the back of his neck, "I urm..." he was silent for a few long moments, everyone looking around awkwardly, the American dove his hand into his pocket for the speech he and England had written down, he glanced at the front of it for a moment before shaking his head, "You know what? Forget it." he tore it up, tossing it onto the table.

"What are you doing?" England asked, staring at him in slight shock from beside him.

"Sorry England, but speeches can't be written down, you just gotta speak from the heart." he smiled, glancing at France and his brother before turning back to the wedding guests, "Me and Canada grew up together, even though we were on separate land masses, we saw each other a lot, especially when we were kids...I'd constantly be getting him into trouble, blaming him for things I did, you know..." a few chuckles erupted from the guests, "...we always had so much fun together, even though I was mean sometimes, and Canada got annoyed at me...then one year he started at the academy, I didn't wanna enrol cause I hated the idea of living at school, but then he came home and told me how awesome it was, so I went along for the term and I loved it too."

America grinned, shaking his head fondly, looking over to his brother "Wow...that seems so long ago yet it really wasn't, you're just, you're so grown up now, I can hardly believe you're married with a kid...I never could have imagined you with anyone, not even France when I first met him. Seriously, he creeped the hell out of you for ages!" America laughed, Canada turned an even deeper shade of red, "But all joking aside, when you told me you loved France for the first time, you know, after he fell in love with me and it was really weird, then I put him in hospital by accident." America said casually as everyone looked perplexed, France's eyes shifting around awkwardly, "I could totally see that love you were talking about, you guys are so perfect together...when I first met France I would have never put you two together, but I guess love works in mysterious ways cause now I couldn't imagine you two without one another."

France smiled, gently kissing Canada's forehead before the American continued, "I'm seriously the most proud brother who ever lived, you've found your soul mate Canada, and I know in my heart he'll take good care of you...cause if he doesn't, he'll be answering to me." a few guests chuckled, others looking slightly afraid. America bit his lip, holding out his hand to Canada, who took it gently, "...I love you bro...I love you so much, you're the best brother a guy could ever have...and France, even though you still kinda creep me out sometimes, you're a pretty awesome brother-in-law." America grinned, giving him a thumbs up, "Well...that's all I got I guess, I'm gonna throw you over to France's best man now." he pointed to Spain sat across the table for him before taking his seat. The guests applauded around him as Canada gently dabbed his eyes, reaching other to quickly hug the American. America beamed, hugging him back before turning to England, "How'd I do?"

"...I reckon the one I wrote was better." England said teasingly, gently tapping him on the nose.

"Spoil sport."

"Hola!" Spain grinned, getting to his feet, giving everyone a wave causing Romano to sigh irritably beside him, "I hope everyone's had a good time, I've had so much fun! I'm so happy to be France's best man, he's my best friend and it means the world to me to be here at his wedding." the Spaniard smiled, glancing at France, "I still can't believe he's got married...I really can't! But really it shouldn't be a surprise, I mean I can remember the day France and Canada met each other." Spain smiled at them, clearing his throat before beginning his story, "France was always one for the ladies, roaming around with me and Prussia at school, chatting to all the pretty girls..." Spain laughed slightly, earning dark looks from Romano, "...but that all changed when Canada enrolled at school, I think our trio were hanging outside Mr Danketsu's office because we'd been caught licking windows in the library." a eruption of laughter came from the guests, especially from the Prussian, who was already quite drunk, as he remembered that day, Spain grinned, continuing, "...Canada was being shown round the school by the headmaster, I didn't really notice him to be honest, he just kind of floated past, but France saw him, oh boy did France see him!" he laughed slightly, France chuckled slightly, shaking his head.

"It was so strange...France's eyes widened and his jaw just dropped, it was like he'd just seen an angel walk by." Canada blushed heavily as Spain said this, burying his head in France's shoulder, "As soon as Mr Danketsu got back to us to let us go, France was immediately asking questions about who this, and I quote, 'sexy, shy little blond beauty' was, and where he could find him."

France almost spat out the wine he'd been drinking, going slightly red as Canada looked at him, "...I forgot I had called you that..." he muttered softly, smirking slightly.

Spain grinned, carrying on, "I can still see France's face when Mr Danketsu told him he'd be sharing a room with Canada...Prussia had been moved out of France's room for being, a naughty child." he glanced at the Prussian, sniggering slightly, "Not quite as naughty as a year later though when a certain explosion in Mr Danketsu's office got him expelled..." Spain muttered causing a few people to laugh and for Germany to sigh and shake his head, "Anyway...the change in France was extraordinary, he just lost all interest in girls, he didn't flirt with them anymore and just concentrated all his time on Canada, trying to get him to like him back...but like America said before, Canada was hard to get!" Spain laughed slightly, "All joking aside though...I'm so happy that it worked out for you guys, and that France, you finally got your man...you two are so adorable together, and I wish you all the happiness in the world." the Spaniard smiled, taking his seat as another round of applause sounded from the guests.

"Well, that just leaves me!" a very arrogant and quite drunk voice sounded from somewhere down the other end of the table as Prussia got to his feet.

"What are you doing?" Hungary hissed, going slightly red as everyone was staring at them.

"Hey come on I'm France's friend too!" Prussia practically shouted, pouting slightly, "I wanna say something, I just, I wanna say I love you guys...I love you France." the Prussian stumbled slightly as he pushed back his chair and came round the table to France's side, wrapping his arms around his shoulders, falling onto his back, "I love you so much! You're my best friend and I love you!"

France gently patted his arms, looking slightly awkward as the Prussian's heavily alcohol heavy breath filled his nostrils, "I love you too mon ami..."

Prussia grinned, standing back up, "Great! Cause I also wanna tell some stories..."

"Oh gott..." Germany muttered, head in hands.

"France, you remember that one time a few years back when me and Spain tricked that girl into sleeping with you?" Prussia burst out laughing, resting against the back of France's chair. The Frenchman coughed awkwardly, looking away from everyone's judging eyes, "Remember? She totally didn't want to lose her virginity but I was like come on he'll take care of you! He'll be your boyfriend afterwards!" the Prussian snorted, "Then you blew her off! It was so awesome; she left school because of it!" Prussia laughed hysterically, curling up onto the floor, holding his sides as he rolled around laughing. France could feel his whole face heating up as the guests were either staring at him or trying to avoid staring at him; Canada himself was going red, yet still clung on to France's hand reassuringly.

Germany decided to take it upon himself to sort out the awkward mess and got up to drag his brother out of the room, the Prussian angrily protested as he got half carried away before Spain stepped in to grab his legs. There was an awkward silence throughout the room when the door finally closed and the sound of Prussia could no longer be heard. Hungary's whole face had gone bright red, she couldn't believe she didn't bring her frying pan to the wedding...

~0~

"I'm so sorry Canada..."

"It wasn't your fault."

"I know...but I'm sorry you had to hear it all ze same..." France sighed, gently swinging his husband around on the dance floor, holding him close.

Canada smiled sadly, softly kissing his lips, "France I know your past...you've told me before remember? I know what you used to be like with girls, I know you weren't exactly the nicest guy around, but that doesn't bother me...I love you for who you are now."

France smiled, softly rubbing his nose together with Canada's, "Zat's why I love you Canada...you're so forgiving and understanding..." he purred, slowly lowering his hands to graze the Canadian's rear end.

Canada blushed slightly, gently slapping his hands away, "France...everyone's watching." he muttered softly, glancing worriedly at the guests circled around them.

France chuckled slightly, lifting his hands back up to rest on his lower back, "Sorry mon cher...later tonight though..."

"Oui...we won't be getting any sleep tonight..." Canada whispered softly into France's ear, gently nuzzling his face against the Frenchman's bristly cheek.

"Hey what do you think they're talking about?" America asked as he watched the newly wed couple dance cheek to cheek under the white spots of the disco ball.

England shrugged, "No idea, come on lets dance." the Brit gently tugged on America's hand and pulled him onto the dance floor, and soon other couple's joined until most of the guests had paired off with their respective partners and were dancing together around the married couple. The music soon changed into some sort of old fashioned French ballroom music, and everyone began doing the kind of dance that couples performed where after a certain number of counts everyone had to swap partners.

"Italy what's wrong?" Germany asked, carefully twirling the Italian, slightly worried that he shouldn't really be dancing at nine months pregnant but knowing Italy couldn't ignore him if they were dancing together.

Italy sighed, shrugging slightly, pulling away slightly when Germany tried to pull him close to dance, "...what do you think?"

"I thought we agreed to forget about it for tonight ja? Concentrate on France's wedding..."

"I tried Germany...I can't."

Germany sighed, resting his head gently against Italy's as they danced, "Italy, it can't be the only thing constantly occupying your mind."

"It can...I feel it all the time Germany, I feel it right now, you don't understand because you're not the one pregnant with it..." Italy said softly, resting his chin on Germany's shoulder.

"Okay fine, think about it if you have to...but the more you do the less likely it is that you'll be able to let it go." Italy then mumbled something incoherent against the German's shoulder, Germany gently twirled the Italian again as he asked, "What was that?"

"I said if you loved me you'd let me keep it..." Italy muttered softly, looking Germany in the eyes.

Germany looked slightly taken a back, his grip loosening on Italy's hands, "Italy-"

Germany didn't get to finish his words as the Italian got taken away by his next dance partner, and the person to the left was thrown into Germany's arms. The German looked around awkwardly as he found himself holding hands and dancing with Switzerland, "Uhh...hallo."

"...hi." the young teen muttered, making sure to put some distance between him and the German who he didn't actually know.

Germany coughed awkwardly, never having really spoken to the blond before, "You're the one who ran off with the teacher aren't you?" Switzerland nodded, letting himself be twirled around by the German, "I hate these kinds of dances...you always end up partnered with someone you don't know...who's your partner with?"

"His ex I think." Switzerland said, scanning the dance floor for Austria.

"...hi Hungary." Austria said softly after the few moments of awkward silence as he found himself dancing almost cheek to cheek with his ex wife.

"Hey...I never got to ask before...how have you been?" she asked as the Austrian gently swung her round.

"I've been well, thank you...how about yourself?"

"Good too...I'm sorry about Prussia's behaviour earlier by the way...that young man can certainly be a handful sometimes."

Austria smiled slightly, "Well...thank you, I'm also sorry...for being rude to him that is."

"I suppose we were both just edgy...we hadn't seen each other in so long and it was a little awkward you know?"

Austria nodded, "Yes, but I think it's best if we let that go...I'm fine being civil with one another."

Hungary smiled, "Me too."

"I'm glad you've found someone Hungary." Austria said, twirling her round, "...even if it is Prussia." he added.

Hungary smirked slightly, "He never was your favourite student was he?"

"He was just as, if not more, insufferable than Switzerland was in my lessons."

"Yes however you never had sex with Prussia." Hungary teased, resting her head against his shoulder.

Austria smirked, chuckling slightly, "Yes yes I know...I slept with a student I'm a terrible man."

"I wouldn't say that...I mean you clearly love him."

"I do...I am sorry though Hungary, for the whole affair...and divorce...it wasn't fair to you."

"Austria it's okay...it wasn't really a shock, we'd been having problems anyway, we were nowhere near as in love as we were when we first met...we rushed into marriage so young without even thinking...to be honest I never really imagined I'd be with you forever." Hungary admitted, gently patting Austria's back.

Austria nodded, "Yes I know what you mean...I'm glad we both found somebody though." he smiled as he pulled back, gently kissing the back of her hand before letting her go as she got swapped on to another dance partner.

"France, why is Germany being such a meanie pants?" Italy asked as he found himself being gently manoeuvred into France's arms.

France looked at him curiously, gently pulling him close, "What do you mean?"

"France...I want to keep the baby." Italy said softly, wrapping his arms around his friend, despite the large bump that put a gap between them, "...but Germany won't let me."

"You want to keep it?" France asked in slight shock, "I thought you were giving it away?"

"We were...well we are but I don't want that, I changed my mind."

France smiled sadly, gently twirling him round, "Mon ami just tell him how you feel."

"I have France...he says we can't keep it because we already promised it to this other couple..."

"Well...zat is true...'owever I'm sure if you insist with all your heart zere iz no way Germany can say no."

Italy sighed softly, resting his head against France's shoulder, "I don't know...I already tried, he just won't listen."

France gently rubbed his back, carefully swinging them round, "Trust me mon ami, if you try one last heartfelt plea, he will listen."

Italy nodded, gently kissing France's cheek before he moved onto his next dance partner, blinking in surprise to see it was Romano, "Romano? Why am I dancing with you?" Italy asked as his brother went to grab his hands.

"Because we rotate! Haven't you noticed?" Romano snapped, rolling his eyes.

"Sì but I thought only the person dancing in the girl position was-"

"I am NOT the girl in mine and Spain's relationship!" Romano interrupted, going slightly red, "I'm dancing on the boy's side."

Italy nodded slowly, resting his cheek against his brother's shoulder as they danced, sighing slightly, they'd been something he'd been meaning to talk to Romano about, and he didn't think there would be another time to do so, "Romano...why'd you make it so my baby has to be given away?"

Romano furrowed his brows, pulling back slightly, "What?"

Italy bit his lip, "It's just that, I-I really want this baby Romano, but I have to give it away to this couple...the couple you got in contact with."

Romano glared at him, slowly shaking his head, "Oh don't you dare put the blame on me Veneziano!"

Italy sniffed slightly, getting upset, "B-But you forced me to give it away...you didn't even ask me, you decided for me..."

Romano pulled back from his brother properly to look at him, yet still held onto his hands so they could move in time to the music with all the other couples, "Look Veneziano, you can't just put that kind of blame on me! You were pregnant and we didn't know what to do, a decision had to be made, and god knows you were in no position to do it! And as for Germany, he'd fucked off back to Berlin!" Romano shook his head, biting his lip, "So I was the only one left to make that decision for you, and hell maybe I did choose the wrong one but it was a decision none the less, and one that had to be made! So don't you dare stand there and accuse me of messing up your life because I did what I thought was right and you know that...don't tell me you wouldn't have done the same thing in my situation."

Italy bit his lip, "Romano-" he was cut off as Romano swapped round with the rest of the couples and moved on to his next dance partner. Someone was stood waiting awkwardly for Italy to join them to dance but the Italian didn't even care who it was. He turned around and hurriedly, well as hurriedly as was possible at nine months pregnant, made for the back door, letting himself outside.

Italy carried on walking round the back of the hotel through the garden until he could no longer hear the music coming from inside. The cold air stung through him as he stood outside in the three inch deep snow but he didn't care, he just wanted to be alone. Italy sniffled slightly, hugging his arms around himself, tears starting to sting his eyes. He shut them tight, wishing he was far away, back at home with Germany...only no longer pregnant, instead there would be a little baby in his arms, and Germany would be gazing down at it's sweet face, telling Italy it was beautiful like he was...and that he loved them both and was so happy he was with them.

"Italy..." the Italian jumped slightly, slowly turning around to see Germany stood behind him, looking at him with concern, "What are you doing out here?"

"I just wanted to be alone..." Italy mumbled softly, gently dabbing at his eyes, surprised by how damp they were, not having realised how much crying he'd been doing.

"Italy please don't..." Germany said softly, slowly approaching him, feet crunching along the ground, "Come here..." he held out his arms, gently enveloping him in a hug.

Italy leant into Germany, burying his head in his neck, "I'm sorry Germany."

"Don't be, look Italy...what you said before it, it hurt me a lot you know."

Italy looked up curiously, "...what did?"

"When you said that I'd let you keep the child if I loved you...Italy you should know I love you ja? Do you not think I love you? Italy I love you more than anything." the German pressed a soft kiss to his forehead, "Please believe me when I tell you that."

Italy sighed, resting his head against the German's chest, "I know, I love you too...I just wanted to see if you'd change your mind if I said that...I'm sorry."

Germany nodded slowly, gently rubbing his back, "Italy why are you so desperate for this child?"

"Germany..." Italy looked up at him, gently taking one of his large hands and placing it over his extended stomach, "It's your child Germany, your little girl or little boy, our little girl or little boy, I already feel like I know it so well..." Italy murmured softly, gently squeezing the German's hand, "When I hold it in my arms, I know in my heart that I'll never be able to let it go again...I just wish you felt the same..."

Germany looked at him sadly; about to say something when the baby suddenly kicked at Germany's pressing hand. The German jumped in surprise, biting his lip, feeling his stomach knot slightly at the thought of the baby doing that inside the Italian, "It-It kicked me..."

Italy smiled slightly, "It's saying hello to its daddy Germany."

"H-Hallo..." Germany muttered, gently rubbing the rounded stomach, even though he'd felt it kick before in the night, he'd never actually pressed his hand against it to feel the baby moving...and now that he was, it felt like he could really feel his child beneath his hand.

Italy saw the look of awe on the German's face, remembering France's words, it was now or never, "Germany please, I know this other couple want the baby...but I want it too, and it's more mine than it is theirs...I know it's not here yet but I-I love it Germany, and I know you will too...please can we keep it? I'm asking you as the person you love most in the world Germany; can we please please please keep our little baby?" Italy begged, resting his hands on the German's shoulders, gazing at him with pleading eyes.

Germany bit his lip, running his hands through his hair, dithering with his answer, "I...Italy...if...if maybe...maybe if the couple expecting the baby are...are understanding...I mean maybe if we explain to them our situation-"

"Germany!" Italy suddenly perked up, grinning at the blond, "You mean it? We can keep it?"

"If we explain to the couple that you've changed your mind...und they're understanding...but only if they are Italy, I'm not making any promises."

That was good enough for the Italian; he threw himself into the German, almost knocking them both over in the process, squealing with joy, "Yay! Grazie grazie grazie grazie grazie! I love you Germany!"

Germany smiled slightly, cuddling him tight, "I love you too Italy...come on we better get inside before we freeze."

~0~

Switzerland finally managed to get out of the dancing loop, having been partnered with pretty much everyone on the dance floor, including Prussia which a little more than infuriating, he went to go and get himself a drink, not noticing who was already stood by the bar, "Hi Switzerland."

"Liechtenstein..." Switzerland stared at her, not having even realised she was at the wedding, "H-Hi...how are you?"

"I'm good, how about you?"

"Yeah I'm great...just getting a drink, kind of sick of dancing now."

Liechtenstein nodded, smiling softly, "I thought it was fun until I got partnered with the tall scary Russian...he was creeping me out a bit so I left...I saw you with Mr Austria before."

"Yeah..." Switzerland smiled awkwardly, "...sorry."

Liechtenstein tilted her head to the side in confusion, "Sorry for what? We were broken up long before you two ran off together."

Switzerland blushed slightly, "Yeah I know, I don't know why I said that...I guess I just don't really know what to say...the whole thing still seems kind of awkward."

Liechtenstein smiled, sipping her drink, "A little...but you two seem happy together so I'm happy for you."

Switzerland smiled, "Thank you...who are you here with?

"Urm...Lithuania, he's kind of my boyfriend."

Switzerland nodded, "Oh right, well good for you, I hope it all works out."

"Thanks." Liechtenstein smiled, pulling her ex into a hug, "...you know I think I've realised why it never worked between us."

"Why's that?"

Liechtenstein giggled slightly, "Because I see you as more like an older brother!"

Switzerland smirked, "Yeah I see your point...I really did act like it sometimes."

"You did, but I liked you liked that." she smiled, softly kissing his cheek, "I'm going to go find Lithuania, it was good to see you."

"You too."

Italy beamed, waddling back into the reception party hand in hand with Germany, cuddling close to his side. Germany smirked slightly, kissing the side of his neck, gently manoeuvring him through the crowds to find a seat for him, the Italian's feet starting to ache from being stood up for so long. On their hunt for a seat they passed France and Canada passionately making out on top of the dining room table, Canada sat on the edge whilst France was pressed up against him between his spread legs, hands tangled in each other's hair as their tongues collided together, saliva drooling down their chins.

"Wow...that's something I could do without seeing." Germany muttered, looking away awkwardly.

"France I have something to tell you!" Italy said excitedly, tugging on the back of France's shirt to get him away from Canada.

France pulled away gently, raising an eyebrow at the Italian, "I'm a little busy Italy, but go on..."

"I'm keeping the baby!" Italy squealed, cradling his bump.

France smiled, looking at the German, "Oh really?"

"Well, if the couple say it's okay then ja I suppose..." Germany said slightly awkwardly.

"Aww that'd be nice." Canada said, smiling kindly, slipping his arms around France's neck, "France...who has Quebec?"

"Uhh England is taking care of her oui?"

"No England's dancing with America." he nodded to the couple on the dance floor, "I think she was being passed around but I'm not sure who has her now."

"Oh..." France looked slightly worried, eyes darting around the room, sighing in relief when he spotted her, "Ahh it iz okay, Russia iz holding her...for some reason."

"That's...not what I'd call okay." Canada said, gently pushing France away, "Maybe I'll go and get her..."

"That might be for the best." Germany agreed.

"G-Germany..."

"Ja Italy?" the German asked, turning back to his boyfriend, staring in slight shock at the look on Italy's face. All the colour had drained from his face, his hands were starting to shake and he looked as if he could barely stand, "What is it Italy?"

"I-I don't know...I think I just wet myself..."

Canada glanced down at Italy's pants where a wet patch was clearly apparent, as well as water starting to drip down his legs onto the floor, "It's not that, I think your water just broke."

"Oh mein gott!" Germany stared at him, grabbing hold of his hands before Italy collapsed, "Italy are you okay? Is the baby coming?"

Italy nodded slowly, his stomach slowly starting to throb with pain, "S-Sì I think so..." he bit his lip, wincing, "Ow, ow, ow...G-Germany, my tummy hurts..."

Germany gripped his hand tighter, forehead wrinkling with concern, "Don't worry Italy, I'll get you to the hospital ja? Can you walk?"

"We'll help you get him there." Canada said, climbing off the table, going to support Italy from behind.

"Nein, we don't want to ruin your wedding...you two stay here, I'll drive him to the hospital myself." Germany started manoeuvring the Italian towards the door.

Italy gripped his stomach, suddenly doubling over in pain, biting down hard on his lip, "Ow! Germany...it really hurts!" he squeezed his eyes shut, tears started roll down his cheeks, "A-Ah! Germany! D-Do something!"

"Italy we need to get you to the hospital now come on!" Germany grabbed him around the waist, practically carrying him towards the hotel foyer, trying desperately not to draw attention to themselves. Canada and France came out to see them off despite the protest, making sure Italy was safely in the car before allowing Germany to drive off with him. Italy curled up in the car seat, moaning softly in pain as the baby tried to push itself out of something the boy didn't have. Germany glanced at him in panic every so often when the Italian's pained noises increased in frequency and volume, "Hang on Italy, we're almost there now..."

Dun dun dun...one more to go! Then perhaps an epilogue, or maybe I'll try and fit it all in to the next chapter...not sure yet :) anyway hope you enjoyed

Reviews are love :)

Also I know that dance thing was kinda weird, you all got what it was right? Where the girl swaps partners so they all dance with a different guy? Although it was mostly guy/guy dance partners anyway XD but yeah was just worried I hadn't written it clearly :)