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America and England
Dirty Dancing
The lights flashed and the bass pounded, people on the dance floor ground against each other, moved in time to the beat of the music and England looked distinctly uncomfortable. He couldn't remember why he'd come now, the music was too loud, it was too dark and the few lights that were on shone around randomly as if they wanted to induce seizures. America was grinning next to him, saying something but England couldn't hear over the pounding beat.
"What?" he shouted and America slapped him on the back, grinning like an idiot. That was why he had come, he remembered, America had smiled and pleaded with those wide, hopeful blue eyes and England had caved just like that. America started to bounce to the music his blond hair falling in his eyes as he moved. England stood there rather stiffly. "America, that's no way to behave." He hissed as the young man bumped against him suggestively.
"Come on England! Lighten up old man! Have some fun!" America leaned in close and spoke into his ear so he could be heard.
Someone behind England collided with him and he took a step forward towards America. The young nation beamed and grabbed England's wrist, counting this step forward an affirmation that he would dance. His eyes sparkled in the flashing lights and England found himself tugged, unwillingly, further onto the dance floor into the crush of people.
"America I really don't think this is-" America wasn't listening though as he closed his eyes and danced with the hypnotic music. He bumped hips with England and cracked open one eye with a mischievous grin.
"Dance!"
"I- I really don't think-" England protested, turning his head to find the exit, none within easy reach. People gyrated around them; knocking into his solitary form and making him shift from side to side. America didn't stop in his dancing and instead tightened his grip on England's wrist, fearing the older gentleman might run for it.
"Please England? Just this once, dance! Loosen up and enjoy yourself! Take a chance. Dive into the unknown. Have some fun. Do it for me?" He asked pleadingly, slowing in his swaying to look at England. There were those wide blue eyes and that sad but hopeful look. England felt himself caving and he pursed his lips.
"Oh…" he muttered, crumbling. "Alright. Alright. I'll dance with you." America's face lit up instantly and he wrapped strong arms around England.
"Thanks Iggy!" He let go almost immediately and grabbed both of England's wrists, pulling him a bit closer. "Let me show you how I dance." He leaned forward suggestively and gave the other man a smile that sent England's mind spinning with thoughts that were much to dirty.
Alright, so I know that the chances of England not going to a club like this before are slim, but I like this idea. It sorta hit me and it wouldn't exactly leave. So I wrote it. I had fun with it. I've never been to a club before so the scenery is very vague... ehheh. Forgive me for an inconsistencies or problems.
I've been on an America spree lately. I want to see if I can get something written about France soon. And I'm planning to do some North and South Italy fic's. I just need to find the inspiration for them!
A shout out to Squishingbananas for reading this through and correcting it and for also giving me the inspiration to write this.