Author's Note:

Hiya! Sorry for the late post...'tried really hard t'make some new chapters for 'Unrequited'...but Youtube doesn't want me too! LOL...I really need to find the right balance between my awesome FanFic life and freaking holding up my honor spot in class.

Anyway, WARNING: Ripped! Norway, Calmer! Belarus, France! France, France-ish! England... BROMANCE! DenAme

Hetalia: not mine, but how I wish it were!

GCJakey'sNote:

Even I'm stuck on time with our main story, I've seen my exams and I'm trying to find a way to curb my mom's yells later on. Damn it, i was so careless with the math problems! And I love MAth for pete's sakes.

Back to the fic. This is a song fic written by me and I am hoping to right more songfics...suggest the songs and pairings and maybe I'll just wait for the story to materialize.

I hope I'll be able to write more soon...My computer life's in jeopardy because of my stupid mistake.

*PLEASE SUPPORT DENAME!

*I have a story planned for them .

Can I have this dance?

"Alright…I guess that was technically still connected to our 'classics-meets-modern' theme." America smiled at Greece and Japan, who did a weird Greek oracle summoning dance with Super Sentai costumes.

"Let's give them a round of applause, dudes." America clapped his hands, signaling the other participants in the dance studio to clap slowly.

America definitely looked different today, much like everyone else. He wore a dull olive green tank top that hugged on his muscular frame snugly and emphasized his huge arms, grey sweat pants that passed his bare feet, a right leather glove, and a very loose knit cap that covered just a small portion of his head. His hair was matted down due to the head piece. He actually looked older in a good way. His strong neck showcased two necklaces. One was a silver cross and the other was an old braided-thread one with an eagle feather dangling from it.

Everybody else looked relaxed too (excluding Greece and Japan). They all wore the typical clothes for dancing.

Loose shirts, tights, and sweats.

"Alright, so next are Mattie, Vany, Prus-man, and Spain." America smiled as the team of four took their positions.

They started off immediately with strong dubstep choreo before going on to graceful contemporary.

America enjoyed it…but he was just a bit sad. Denmark was supposed to help him judge this thing but he had to cancel at the last minute. He said that he had to teach a seminar on extremely advanced parkour today and a tumbling class afterwards. A lot would've thought of it as a lie, being his best friend and all, Al knew he was serious.

Just look at him, most of the nations never saw him as the serious dancing type and here he was, appointed to critic.

America sighed quietly.

On the other side of the room, two platinum blondes were nervous.

The smaller girl stretched her right leg over her head. She wore a navy blue sports bra and short biking shorts. Her midsection was pale and toned, she was definitely a dancer. Modern, classic, whatever it was she could do it, especially with her extensive ballet background.

The taller man was told to wear black slacks and a cream dress shirt, which was opened all the way. His skin also pale and unexpectedly toned, since most of the clothes he wore never highlighted his physique. He was definitely more into contemporary and ballroom. He was actually more nervous as he did a standing pike. The choreo wasn't all waltz, it had pop n' lock…and every second demanded him to be in close to his best friend, Natalia.

"Don't be nervous, Lu. We are damned better than they are." Bragged the Belarusian as she tied her moonstone hair. She knelt down and stretched her back in a cat stretch.

Deep down, something changed in her...she doesn't know what. Of course she knew her best friend had a crush on her. The Danish loud-mouth made it very obvious when he called her to go out on a date with Lu. If it was anybody else, she would've declined…but why was the Norwegian representative different?

"Awesome. Let's give to the…what did you call yourselves again?" America scratched the back of his head apologetically.

"We're the Vodka-Maple-Wurst-Tomato group!" the four saluted in military precision.

"Okay…"America trailed off "Your dubstep version of the nut cracker was awesome, although the tutting part was a bit off." commented Alfred, which made the three smack Prussia on the head.

"We're next my sweet, sexy Amerique!" France waltzed in with a creepy corset and latex boots, followed by England wearing a driver cap and latex shorts.

"God, don't tell me…" America covered his eyes and tensed, heck everybody in the room tensed.

"Now that's disgusting…" commented Natalya as she stood up from a back bridge.

"Extremely." Added Norway as he fixed the collar of his opened shirt.

"Nat, I'm not sur-"

"Nope, I am not hearing another negative word from your mouth." Belarus locked her deep dark blue eyes with his compelling nebula windows.

Norway was definitely uncomfortable with his face painted with the palest of pink.

"I think my eyes just got burned." America smiled frantically with his eye sockets noticeably on fire. "Anyway you're disqualified for not even giving an effort to the theme." America pulled off Texas and rubbed his eyes.

"What? You can't do that you bloody git!" England growled furiously.

"All you did was hairography… you weren't dancing. Pole dancing is just a supplement, you showed no choreography. It's a stunt, if all you did was dancing and spinning on a pole, you would've caught a lot of people's attention…but not the critiv." Alfred knew what he was talking about, that's why he was the judge.

"It's okay Mon Cher; we'll do better next time!" Francis, now in lacy black lingerie, patted his lover's back.

The judge groaned one last time before forcing a smile, it was finally going to be over. "Alright…last but not the least. Lu, Nat, you two're next!"

The two tensed and looked at each other giving small awkward smiles before gracefully walking away from each other. They were on the opposite corners of the room.

(Can I have this dance from High School Musical 3)

The music began and they run towards the other.

Belarus did a cartwheel with Norway holding her on her curvy hips.

They popped and locked into graceful arabesque positions with every snap of the music.

Lukas knelt down while Nat performed a standing split with her right hand extended to meet Lukas's.

Take my hand, take a breath

Pull me close and take one step

The man pulled her in making her leave the previous position. He clutched her near his body with her back facing him. They swayed rhythmically, before starting to sweep their feet backwards to form semi circles.

He spun her around. Now they were facing each other, his one hand holding her hand while the other was placed on her waist.

Keep your eyes locked on mine,

And let the music be your guide.

She brought her finger to his chin, guiding him to her eyes.

They did the basic waltz, wanting to give the audience a small relaxed moment.

Won't you promise me (now won't you promise me, that you'll never forget)

They foxtrotted across the room with their eyes seemingly glued on the other's.

We'll keep dancing (to keep dancing) wherever we go next

Their feet fluttered on an imaginary tight rope.

Natalia kicked her feet high that was held by Lukas before lifting her on his shoulder.

She wrapped her leg on his broad shoulder while her free leg stretched away from her body and hands stretched out elegantly.

It's like catching lightning the chances of finding someone like you

It's one in a million, the chances of feeling the way we do

He continued doing the fox trot while his partner was still on his shoulders.

She tapped his shoulder signaling her descent.

And with every step together, we just keep on getting better

So can I have this dance (can I have this dance)

Once on the floor, the duo started to stride exaggeratingly on their tip toes with Lukas on the lead. The girl then pushed her arms back, arched her seductive back, and slowly raised her leg threatening to fall. The man catches her and resumes the waltz position.

With Natalia forwarding, they do a typical waltz on their tip-toes spinning every so often.

Can I have this dance?

She propped her leg to her partner's side. Her arms wrapped on the back of his neck and her beautiful bosom was pressed against his. They both leaned to the direction Belarus was facing.

With the cue she pushed herself off almost half-heartedly, turning around pushing her limbs back forming a graceful arc with her back…she was hiding the blush she had on.

Take my hand, I'll take the lead

And every turn will be safe with me

Lukas tapped her shoulder and gave a shy smile. She was swept off her feet by the strong yet warm hand placed under her nape. She was pushed up, spinning like a top on the sides. She fell back on the nape and repeated the process this time higher.

Now she was suddenly feeling scared of falling.

Don't be afraid, afraid to fall

You know I'll catch you through it all

She cringed her closed eyes as she tensed her body. Suddenly she felt that warm hand again. She opened her eyes looking for the first time at her best friend's eyes in a new way.

Her left leg was extended and raised with his other hand, while her free leg was bent, creating a number four.

Lukas lowered her feet, making her assume a typical ballerina position. He was on his knees as he clung to her flexed waist.

And you can't keep us apart (even a thousand miles, can't keep us apart)

She touched the ground in a very flat standing pike giving the Norwegian the opening to kick his feet up and do a flip passing her pony-tailed head.

The audience let out a gasp.

Nat stood as well as Lu. Now they were side by side.

'Cause my heart is (cause my heart is) wherever you are

They slid across the floor on their knees before doing a front walk-over at the same time in perfect precision.

It's like catching lightning the chances of finding someone like you

It's one in a million, the chances of feeling the way we do

They moved like butterflies in a garden. They run after each other when suddenly Norway did a perfect aerial cartwheel followed by a somersault. Natalia stopped and shrug her shoulders.

This time she grabbed his hands and led him to her route. She pirouetted in an incredible duration of time before leaping into a butterfly twist.

And with every step together, we just keep on getting better

So can I have this dance (can I have this dance)

They were daintily moving on their tip-toes in a slow manner, with funny mocking faces. Before letting their whole feet touch the ground.

She did an over head circle kick which was evaded by the man.

Can I have this dance

Norway moved closer to her face and rubbed her cold cheek, giving it the warmth he seldom possessed.

Oh no mountains too high enough, oceans too wide

'Cause together or not, our dance won't stop

They leapt to spin once in mid-air. Again, they prepared for a second leap, this time spinning twice.

He held her hand and waist twirling her to meet his bare torso that was already building up sweat.

He wanted to look away in embarrassment, she didn't want him. But he was content that she was with him now.

Let it rain, let it pour

What we have is worth fighting for

Natalia got more confused with her sudden emotions as they did a barrel turn. Just as they stood up they fell again and rolled to stand up on the other side.

They slowed down with their feet playfully intertwined with each other. They pressed their hands together; while the girl's other one grabbed him by the nape.

You know I believe, that we were meant to be

They pushed each other away and Belarus assumed her kneeling position, while Norway pirouetted through the high note, his cream shirt flapping with the rapid turns.

It's like catching lightning the chances of finding someone like you (like you)

It's one in a million, the chances of feeling the way we do (way we do)

The man grabbed her by the forearm and pulled her up to his body. She instinctively wrapped her legs on his waist as he wrapped her in his arms.

They continued waltzing and waltzing like nothing else mattered anymore. The Belarusian arched her back as if finally happy she foundd what she was looking for.

She stepped off the Norwegian and resumed foxtrotting with their paces elegant like foxes themselves.

And with every step together, we just keep on getting better

So can I have this dance (can I have this dance)

With every turn, she was lifted up effortlessly.

Once all was done, they went back to their original position.

A kneeling man asking a statuesque ballerina to dance.

Can I have this dance

She brought down her raised foot and carefully took a step forward.

Can I have this dance

He walked towards her with temerity he never head. He ran his fingers through her hair, removing the scrunchie off it.

Can I have this dance

Natalia swept Lukas off his feet and gave him a deep kiss.

"AWESOME!" the younger nation yelled on top of his lungs. "Now that is a classic. Contemporary's such a palatable style. Dudes, you win…you win. MY AWESOME HANDS ARE DOWN!" America smiled and waved his hands down.

"Uh…dudes?" America wondered why they weren't responding and he was answered by the sight of the two of them kissing. It was funny; Norway wrapped his arms around Bela's neck…kinda like a girl would.

Alfred smiled and rubbed his glasses that were fogging.

"N-nat…" Lukas pulled away. "Would you like to go out some time again?" The man had a quivering scowl, not even minding he was still in the shorter girl's arms.

"I-I would." Belarus answered shyly.

~*TIME SKIP*~

America was left behind; of course he was…he had to lock up the studio. He truly thought out of all the group's the two were the most deserving, every step was aesthetically pleasing at the same time it was deep in emotion.

He placed on his sneakers and tied the shoelaces. He stood up with a small hop and looked around to see if he had forgotten anything. Nothing seemed to be so he got his duffle bag but he stop suddenly.

He still had a small frown on him. WHY COULDN'T HE COME? DAMN IT!

"Dude, sorry I'm lat-Oh, I missed everything, didn't I?" America's head perked up as he heard the voice he missed a lot. He turned his head around, not trying to conceal his excitement.

The taller Dane was leaning on the doorway. He wore a deep red sleeveless t. His muscled body was a tad bit bigger than America. His muscular pale arms were covered by black fingerless arm sleeves. He had black sweatpants on too. He was still a bit sweaty; he must've really wanted to attend.

WALKING WET DREAM!

"Den-dude! How was the seminar?" America walked towards his best friend/crush.

"AWESOME! How was the contest? I'm really sorry I couldn't make it." Denmark scratched the back of his head, giving America a view to his under arm.

Slightly sweaty. Decorated by a bush of light blonde, but it wasn't a freaking forest. It looked clean.

America was lost in thought for a few seconds. Pits are lickable and not very hairy…LIGHT BLONDE AWESOMENESS!

"NorBela won. Dude, they were amazing…plus they kissed in the end. EPIC." America sing-songed as he got his grey jacket and wrapped it around his tightening sweats.

"Did he now?" The Dane gave out a devilish smirk with his arms crossed. His eyes were always very enticing to America and he just had to look away, if he didn't he didn't know what he could've done.

America looked down and the floor and saw blood. He coked his head and squinted his eyes, before noticing the source.

Matthias's feet had some ankle braces on. (You know it acted like a glove for the feet) and it was bleeding.

"DUDE! You're bleeding!" America practically yelped and pointed down. The Dane cocked his head and stared at it, completely not worried.

"'Must've forgotten to wear some shoes when I ran all my way here!" Denmark laughed loudly before getting his arm tugged by the younger man who made him seat with his ass on the floor.

"Not funny, dude." America stared at him seriously. He carefully took off the black ankle braces, revealing the freshly damaged feet.

"'Not a good idea to just walk around in Copenhagen wearing nothing but these!" Alfred waved the bloodied equipment in front of his friend who was hiding a massive blush.

America took out from his duffle bag, a small box. From that small box came some cotton balls, a small bottle of alcohol, and bandages. Before the older man could protest, he was already placing alcohol-wetted balls onto the injuries.

"For hvelde!" shouted the Viking in his mother tongue.

"Don't be a pussy, dude." America laughed at the old embarrassed nation.

At this point in their friendship, they were already close enough to just barge in each other's houses when they felt like it, sleep there for a couple of days, and get whatever the fuck you want from the fridge.

"I think you're good…now could you put some shoes on?" America patted the pale feet before standing and extending his tanner hands.

"Sure, mom!" Denmark snickered as he got up, holding his…unofficial boyfriend's hand.

"Any good movies ya wanna watch t'night?" asked the lighter blonde as he got his shoes on. They were in Copenhagen, so Al wanted to sleepover.

"I don't know…wanna watch your 'Little Mermaid' again?" teased the younger nation.

"S-shut up." Denmark tensed. "It came from, you dude…so y-you're practically the one who need to be blamed." He shouted incoherently.

Blamed for what?

"Whatever movie's good for you is good for me. What do you want me to cook tonight?" America asked trying to swing his arm over the broader and taller shoulder.

"Dude, do whatever you want with the food I have in the fridge. S'not like anyone comes to eat with me." Denmark looked away shyly.

"Well, I'm with you tonight, 'kay Dude?" America flashed his Hollywood smile

"Sure." answered Denmark as they walked away.

The night's still young for BROMANCE!