It was the end of the academic school year. Finally. Now he could do what he wanted. No more classes. No more boredom. No more feeling alone. But, not yet anyway. He had tonight. then it would be over. Regardless, he thought the school year would never end.

Now, here he was, in the corner, dressed in a rather nice suit, combed hair, and with his trademark frown. He originally came here out of sheer boredom but now he was regretting it. And it really didn't help matters that old frog face kept bugging him. His usual 'gentle man' attitude was wearing thin and to think he got all dressed up to watch everyone else dance and have a good time. He refused to dance with anyone though. glancing his emerald eyes over to where Alfred was, he sighed.

Currently, the American was dancing with Kiku. The brits brows knitted together in furry. He wanted to be dancing with only Alfred. What made things only more painful was that Arthur knew of his brush on Alfred ever since the two met.

His teeth gritted together seeing them continue to dance.

He... Hated it.

He liked Japan. But... Just not when he was dancing with his man.

"Aww... Is the little loser feeling lonely?" came a smooth, French laced voice. Francis smirked knowing full of the brits man crush, and poked the troubled man in the cheek.

"Shut your froggy mouth! I'm having a great time..." the annoyed brit lied, shoving his hands into his pockets, averting his eyes away from Alfred to the floor at his feet. The French sighed, he knew of the stubbornness that the brit always caused but this was just silly. Arthur had no idea. placing a hand on the brits shoulder, the French smiled.

"Listen old friend, don't let 'him' prevent you from having a good time. And by all means, if you want to dance with him or spend time with him then do it." Arthur nodded. He couldn't believe what Francis just did. Gave him good advise. Wow. Maybe he wasn't such a froggy wanker after all.

He looked back at the dancing couple with determination and confidence, ignoring the now panicking French man, Arthur angrily marched his way over to the two.

"IT WAS JUST A SUGGESTION ARTHUR!" Pushing his way through the other nations he was so close until a rough hang stopped him, spinning him around to face an angry German.

"What the hell Ludwig?!" the brit hissed, seeing a scared Italian behind the blue eyed German.

"Apologize." Ludwig simply said, turning to this Italian and continued, "You stepped on his foot." relieved, the brit gave them both an Apology. Profusely. Ludwig wasn't going to kill him today anyway, thanks to Italy. The Germans' biggest distraction. smiling, Veneziano nodded and began dancing again with the German.

'Wow. That was tad awkward...' he thought. now, he could finally get the jap away from his boy. Only one problem... Where were they now? Biting his bottom lip in disappointment he walked among the crowd of couples.

No sign of either of them. just bloody great.

Taking a sip of wine, the French maneuvered his way to the other end of the table of drinks, standing next to the American who was also currently sipping on coke. he was all alone and looking at everyone dancing now. Francis fully knew Arthur was still looking for Alfred. And now, Kiku was no longer with the American either. a perfect time to coax and help out his old friend, he deserved it. swirling the wine around in the thin glass goblet, he smiled, dropping his voice low enough only for one to hear.

"You know Alfred, Arthur was looking for you..." he was pleased at seeing the taller mans cheeks turn the shade of strawberry kissed champagne, so, He continued.

"He has yet to dance with anyone still.." Little did the brit or the American know but he had known that the American was into Arthur. it was great. So, Francis made it his mission to bring them together. Especially tonight.

The smirk grew wider and the French made his way, true to his word to find Kiku, from further ruining his plans of getting the two nations together, but also for the fact that he was greatly happy to see am ear to ear smile come to Alfred's features. His eyes fixated on the blonde who mingled within the crowd.

Short, stubborn, and think eyes brows that stood out. He Couldn't help but giggle when Arthur tripped and made a pouting face and his glossy emerald eyes start to water.

Alfred sighed, content some what but, also trying to get the growing butterflies that were building up in his rock hard stomach to cease.

"Guess its time for me to be the Hero then. Right Iggy...?"