After the opening ceremony was finished his boss had set up an after party for the nations and their leaders. Luckily the nations and their leaders were in separate halls so Ivan could relax a little. But only a little.
Everyone made their way to the party hall from the Stadium. Ivan, Gilbert and his sisters tagged along with him in his Lada Niva, while the Baltics followed behind in his old Lada 2101. The other nations and their leaders had their own drivers from their respective embassies to take them around.
Once there everyone found their assigned tables and no surprise but all the Eastern Bloc Countries had been placed on one table all. Likely as Ivan's boss wanted to keep an eye on them.
They were all treated to a very nice dinner of various Russian foods and once the food was done with some music began playing. The western countries began making it to the dance floor but none of the Eastern Bloc countries made a move for it though as they knew to wait for Ivan's instruction.
'My Boss has instructed me to tell you that we are to keep to ourselves. Small talk is fine but that's it, understand?' Ivan explained to the table.
Everyone nodded in Agreement.
'Then you may go and dance.' Ivan offered, surprised at how quickly everyone but Gilbert, his sisters and Lithuania scarpered.
'You can go too you know.' Ivan said softly to his sister.
'I don't want you to be lonely.' Irina responded.
'Nonsense. I am surrounded by friends. Please have fun. It would make me most happy.' Ivan smiled softly.
Irina just smiled softly and got up before walking to the dance floor.
'Hey… um… Belarus… can I… have this dance…' Lithuania said anxiously.
'No!' Belarus snapped back.
'Natasha, I think you should take up Lithuania on his dance.' Ivan encouraged.
'Ugh… why?' Belarus rolled her eyes.
'He is fun to dance with and I would love for you to be friends.' Ivan smiled widely.
'Ugh fine. Come on then!' Belarus agreed reluctantly and dragged the infatuated Lithuanian away.
'I think he likes her, fuck knows why she is creepy.' Gilbert laughed.
'That's my sister you're talking about!' Ivan snapped annoyed.
'She has broken into your bedroom multiple times, steals your underwear and wants to marry you.' Gilbert argued.
'I know that… but she's still my sister.' Ivan sighed sadly.
'I am glad he likes her. He is a very good man and I wish she would give him a chance and stop obsessing over me.' Ivan smiled sadly.
'Hey… would you mind if I said hi to France and Spain?' Gilbert asked anxiously.
'Okay… just keep an eye out for people watching.' Ivan agreed anxiously.
'Like spies?' Gilbert pushed.
Ivan just nodded before getting up and leaving for the dance floor, finding Irina and dancing by her. Poor Lithuania meanwhile was getting violently thrown around the dance floor all with a smile on his face. On second thought was his arm meant to bend like that?
'What a fucked up family.' Gilbert just laughed to himself before getting up.
Grabbing a beer he walked over to Francis and Antonio who were chatting in a more crowded part of the dance floor.
'What's up guys? The most awesome of us has arrived!' Gilbert smirked as he approached them.
'GILBERT!' The both of them screamed in joy as they pulled him into a hug.
'Glad to know Francis isn't still mad about the war.' Gilbert laughed as they pulled away.
'Water under the bridge mon ami, we have not seen you in decades, how have you been?' Francis said happily as they pulled apart.
'Alright, Russia's boss is a complete asshole and never lets me leave the bloc but other than that it has been okay.' Gilbert assured.
'Mmmm… that reminds me… ITALY! ITALY!' France yelled out, grabbing the Italians attention.
'Yes big brother!' Italy smiled as he ran over.
'German had a message for you to give to Prussia didn't he?' France remained the Italian.
'Ah yes… it was… Ah… he told me to tell you sorry his boss wouldn't let him come but that he hopes you are doing well and he misses you a lot.' Italy said happily.
'You tell him I am doing just awesome alright Italy, and that's not a lie. I just hope I can say that to his face soon.' Gilbert sighed sadly.
'You are taking good care of him right?' Gilbert asked worriedly.
'He more takes a care of me still but I sleep with him every night he allows me to.' Italy assured.
'Prefect.' Gilbert smiled widely.
Gilbert ran up to the Italian and immediately began crushing him into a hug.
'Your so cute Italy, I have missed you so much.' Gilbert laughed before letting the Italian.
'Be sure to hug my brother exactly that tight for me now.' He added ruffling Italy's hair before letting him go back to his brother.
Gilbert, Antonio and Francis danced the night away, occasionally joined by one of the Italians. Russia even joined at one point but soon left to socialise with others, explaining he was making as many friends as possible today.
As the night dragged on, Gilbert decided to get some air and have a smoke. He enjoyed his moment of peace only for it to be disturbed by laughing. Looking back he saw a drunk France approaching him.
'Francis, you want one.' Gilbert smiled, holding his pack out.
'I think I might do.' The French man said taking one.
'Can I ask you something serious?' Francis said as he lit it.
'Sure.' Gilbert nodded, taking a drag.
'Does Russia mistreat you? I heard rumours you see and I know I should not believe everything I hear but even I know he can be unintentionally overbearing sometimes.' Francis asked.
'Me, nah he doesn't mistreat me. Actually he is pretty nice to me. Treats me way better than the others, they kind of resent me for it.' Gilbert laughed, he trusted Francis to speak openly.
'Really?' France said in disbelief.
'Yeah, can you keep it a secret.' Gilbert said, motioning for him to get closer and the French man obliged.
'Me and him have kinda been an item for over 30 years at this point.' Gilbert whispered in French before pulling away.
'Now him, that I would have never guessed. I thought you hated each other?' Francis said, shocked.
'I mean… I did… I don't know if he hated me back… we kinda hung out in Stalingrad, for me it was free food but turns out, it's kinda cool to be around if you can get past all the creepiness.' Gilbert said honestly.
'He stresses me the fuck out though, between his sisters, his boss and his own stupidity, I swear I am going to lose my hair dealing with him.' Gilbert laughed.
'Such is amour no? Someone who's faults you love as much as their strengths. Such a sweet yet fickle thing.' Francis said softly as he stared at the sky.
'Guess that means no more bored hook up then?' Francis pouted.
'Not unless you fancy getting your ass beat by Russia.' Gilbert sighed with a laugh.
'Ummm, no fun. Antonio is too infatuated with Romano and now you with Russia. Such a lonely life I will lead.' Francis pouted.
'Oh please, you fuck a different person almost every night, don't play that on me Francis.' Gilbert scoffed.
'You are right. I just have a flair for the dramatic. It cannot be helped.' Francis laughed.
'More like you're an annoying perverted shithead.' Gilbert snarked.
'And you're not?' Francis retorted back.
'No, I am a totally awesome and sexy man that everyone loves.' Gilbert bragged.
'You never change do you.' France smiled softly.