And so, we come to the last chapter of Turning the World Upside Down. It makes me sad, but happy to bring this to you guys, as writing this was really a treat. I love ALL you reviewers for your never-ending fountain of support, which compelled me to get up at seven to write this for you so I could get it out before my trip. Because of my whole trip-to-New-Jersey thing, I won't be able to reply to reviews until Wednesday or Thursday. I can't remember when I get back. This is the longest chapter so far, and I hope you like it! For the last time on this fic, I don't own Hetalia! (The disclaimer is one thing I really won't miss. It's so ANNOYING!)
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Turning the World Upside Down
Chapter 16: Some Things Just Never Change
It was the Friday- AKA, The day of the ball.
"You guys remember the plan, right?" Hungary asked with a small smile on her face. Three determined nods met her question and her grin widened. "Awesome. I'll go to Macy's; you three go to...wherever guys buy tuxes. America is in charge."
"WHAT?" Romano piped up indignantly. America stuck out his tongue.
"You heard the boss. I'M the oldest, so I get to be in charge."
"Screw you, America! Go get fat on your hamburgers or something!"
"What did you say, asshole? Hamburgers are fuckin' AWESOME! You have NO RIGHT to talk about them that way!"
"GUYS!" screamed Hungary, interrupting what promised to be an interesting fistfight. "Tuxedos? Remember?"
"I'm your favorite because I'm a GOOD boy, right Hungary? Right? Right?"
"Feliciano, you're such a suck-up! I'm ashamed to be related to you!"
"But I looooove you, Lovi! Just like Spain!"
"WHEN DID HE GET INTO THIS CONVERSATION?"
America cackled. "You're as red as a tomato! You look just like one!" He pulled out a tomato from Romano's bag of breakfast and shoved one in the latter's face. "EMBRACE YOUR KIN, LOVI!"
"GUYS!" Hungary shrieked again. She didn't even have to continue this time.
"Alright, ALRIGHT. I'll be the mature one. But just because I'm in charge. Come on Feli, Tomato-boy."
Hungary groaned and lightly pressed her fingers to her temples. She really needed to see a doctor for that headache of hers.
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Hungary was getting dressed at home. She had actually given up with the guys when she saw them shooting MnMs at the employees in the tuxedo store, so she took the car and went back home. She was currently sitting in front of her chipped mirror in her room, trying to fix her hair. Her doorbell rang and her eyes narrowed in confusion. She knew it couldn't be her 'brothers', because they would never ring as politely as the person at the door had. She looked through the peephole, smiling when she saw Seychelles literally bouncing up in down in excitement outside, holding a massive bag of god knows what. The second Hungary opened the door, Seychelles pulled her into a hug, careful of her friend's dress.
"YOU LOOK SO CUTE IN THAT DRESS! OH MY GOD, AUSTRIA WILL DROOL SO MUCH HIS HEAD WILL BLOW UP!"
"...Seychelles, what are you talking about?" She asked, raising an eyebrow. "That doesn't make any sense."
"It did to me and that's all that counts," she said dismissively, before moving on again almost instantly. "I am TOTALLY doing your hair. No objections. Can you do mine?"
"Sure," said Hungary with a laugh. Seychelles squealed in excitement, grabbing Hungary by her wrist and dragging her back to her room.
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Hungary was completely finished and Seychelles's hair was halfway done by the time the guys came back. America slammed the door open, stomping in as he carried Romano and Lovi.
"HUNGARY! YOU LEFT US AT THE MALL WITHOUT A RIDE HOME!"
Hungary shrugged, which he couldn't see as he wasn't in the room with her. "One, it was my car. Two, you were too busy shooting candies at innocent store clerks out of a straw. Three, Seychelles was coming over. And Four, it was only a half-mile walk from the mall. You always complain that the scale is broken, but if you burn some calories, maybe it'll work!"
America stormed into her room, intent on yelling at her, but he froze when he walked in. "You look..."
"I look what?" Hungary said warily, tightening her hold on the crimper in her hand in case she had to use it as a weapon.
"You look... pretty," he said in surprise. "It's weird! You're not supposed to look pretty!"
She growled and America looked pleadingly at Feliciano, mouthing 'Help me'. Luckily for him, Feliciano was happy to oblige.
"Hungary, you look GORGEOUS! Absolutely BEAUTIFUL! Like a model or something!" Hungary's dark expression melted into a delighted one.
"Really, Ita-chan?" she cried eagerly, clasping his hands.
"Of course, of course! You normally look pretty, but today you look FANTASTIC!"
"Don't you guys need to get dressed?" Seychelles asked, looking up from her seat in front of Hungary's mirror. Hungary shook her head for a second, snapping back to reality.
"She's right," Hungary said, pulling out a handful of bobby pins and getting back to work, holding three in her mouth as she pinned her friend's hair. "No moving, Seychelles. Guys, go to your rooms and get into the tuxes."
"What?" America asked. Hungary tried to tell him again, but the bobby pins made speech near impossible. Seychelles translated for him.
"Alright, alright," he said, grabbing Feliciano by the scruff of his neck and dragging him off.
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The dance started in about twenty minutes, but the only one who had left the house was America, who had gone on his motorcycle to pick up England. Feliciano and Lovino were sitting on the couch, wearing their tuxes. Romano had a gray tuxedo with a black shirt underneath and a red tie. Feliciano had a black tuxedo, with a gray shirt underneath and the same red tie. The goal had been for them to create somewhat of a negative-positive image between them and it had worked. The girls were still in the room, using about sixty-five gallons of hairspray to make sure their hair stayed perfectly in place. The doorbell rang again. Obviously, the guys had also gotten dressed together, as all four of them arrived at the same time. Spain was grinning hugely, commenting that 'Lovi' looked 'Absolutely adorable'. Italy had latched himself onto Germany and was looking like nothing in the world would persuade him to move.
"HUNGARY! SEYCHELLES! YOUR BOYTOYS ARE HERE!" bellowed Romano tactlessly, causing Austria and Japan to exchange embarrassed glances.
"ROMANO, YOU MAY WANT TO LEAVE WITH SPAIN RIGHT NOW BEFORE I RIP OUT YOUR SPINAL COLUMN THROUGH YOUR NOSE!" came the reply (obviously from Hungary).
Spain pulled Romano out of the door, gushing about what a fantastic time they were going to have (Romano was tomato-red again) and Germany followed with Italy clinging to his arm. Hungary finally opened the door, pulling Seychelles with her. The latter was hanging back shyly and Hungary rolled her eyes with exasperation.
"You look great, Seychelles. And even if you didn't, Kiku doesn't care how you look." They walked out and the faces of both Japan and Austria heated up significantly, causing both girls to giggle.
Hungary had her long brown hair in a carefully curled ponytail and the elastic was surrounded by the best of the carnations Austria had left for her that she still kept by her bedside. Her dress was white, with a pink ribbon around the waist. It was strapless and had another pink ribbon across the top of the dress as well. There was a design of pink flowers along the lower half, which matched not only the carnations, but the light pink flats she was wearing that poked out from the ankle-length bottom. Seychelles had replaced her pigtails and red ribbons for one purple ribbon on the back of her head. Her hair had been crimped and was therefore wavy, and her bangs were pinned back into the bow. Her dress was purple, with a distinct top and bottom (the top was a shade lighter than the bottom was) with some rhinestone flowers on the top. The skirt went all the way to the floor, so nobody could see Seychelles's dark plum-colored heels. Their respective dates gaped for a half-second more before Hungary grabbed Austria's hand. "Come on! We're gonna be late!"
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The ball itself was not particularly Christmassy besides the decorations. There were a million paper snowflakes attributed to the same anonymous person who made snowflakes for classroom eighteen. Of course, nobody knew this, but that person had help from a certain Oriental nation who had assisted him for one straight sleepless week. Anyway, the moment, Hungary walked in, she noticed with irritation that America had taken over the DJ booth. Couldn't America ever just sit back and let things go as they were, like a normal person?
"HEY, EVERYONE! Are we gonna have an awesome ball or what?"
The audience cheered.
"Awesome! I'm picking this song for my darling Britboy, the one and only England!" More cheers. England's face became completely horror-stricken.
"Oh dear GOD no. Please tell me he doesn't mean..."
Black dress with the tights underneath
I've got the breath of a last cigarette on my teeth
England turned bright red, palming himself in the face. Why exactly did he agree to come to this again? He met America's gaze, NOT noticing how amazingly attractive the idiot looked in a tuxedo. Totally ignoring it. Really. America beamed at him in pure delight. He was clearly having the time of this life. England smiled in spite of himself.
Oh yeah. That's why he came.
Meanwhile, both Italy brothers were actually on the dance floor. Spain had somehow convinced Lovino to dance with him, and he was gently leading the embarrassed Italian into different steps. Italy had clearly dragged Germany to the dance floor and was just spinning in a circle with him. Germany looked extremely dizzy and Hungary felt a stab of pity for him. Feliciano was never really the easiest person to get along with.
"Care to dance, milady?" Austria asked politely, bowing and offering his hand to Hungary, effectively snapping her out of her thoughts. She beamed and took his hand, allowing him to bring her to the center of the room. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Japan doing the same. As Austria gently and masterfully spun her into a twirl, she looked around her at Lovi's mortified face, America's cocky grin, and Feliciano's beaming, sugary smile. She grinned a little to herself. Some things just never change.
Then Feliciano tripped over a wire and went flying onto the food table, sending a bowl of punch into the air and onto the extremely pissed-off head of Switzerland. Switzerland reacted by whipping out a gun from somewhere (To this day, nobody knows where it came from) and shooting at Feliciano rapidly, breaking a few windows and setting off the sprinkler system. The water poured down and soaked Hungary's hair and dress. She growled to herself.
Some things just never change.