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Chapter 13: The Moment

Henri Jansens was a man around Arthur's height, lithe, blond, with hair swept down over one of his eyes. He was wearing a suit vest over a long sleeve button up and suit pants. He looked youthful, and smiled as he walked into the cafe.

He was Erzsébet Hedervary's assistant. They were offering to pay him handsomely for filling in for their bass player. He was told that the event was a black tie event, and that he would need a tuxedo. Arthur knew he did not have enough money to buy one, but accepted the offer to be a part of the quintet.

"Ooh! That's good news right?" Lili said after watching Henri leave.

Arthur let out a sigh between grit teeth, "I haven't played bass in years. I'm going to have to go out and rent a tuxedo. And what if those rich fucks start making snide comments?"

"Don't focus on the negatives. Maybe you'll meet a producer or someone who would want to hire you for a contract." Lili placed a hand on Arthur's arm.

Arthur felt a grin tug at his lips, "Focusing on the negatives distracts from the nerves."

"You'll be with a whole band. So it's not like you'll be doing this alone." The bell above the cafe jingled and Lovino walked in just as she said, "You'll do great."

Lovino leaned an elbow against the counter, "I'll give you the same spiel I gave Feli, stay out of my way at the party alright? I've got something important I need to do, and I don't need you embarrassing me."

"Arthur wouldn't do that to you Lovino, he's going to be too busy playing in the band." Lili spoke up then.

"I'll have to agree with Lili. I won't have time for you that night darling." Arthur proceeded to poke Lovino's forehead, "You'll just have to embarrass yourself."

Lovino frowned and narrowed his eyes. Arthur gave him a haughty little smirk, as he went past him to grab his things out of his locker.

When Arthur left the cafe, guitar strapped to his back, he saw a short man in a long puffer jacket waiting for him.

The man of East Asian descent looked familiar.

"Is there a problem?" Arthur addressed the man who was rubbing his mitten covered hands together.

He jumped a little, "A-ah no! I-I– wanted to ask something of you."

Arthur raised an eyebrow as the man avoided his gaze.

Arthur shifted his weight onto his other foot and hiked his guitar higher onto his shoulder. It was cold outside, being late December and all, the party was in a couple of weeks, and practicing his bass had led to him being passable. Henri had just given him the set list.

"My name is Kiku. Would you like to go to a New Year's Eve party…as my date?"

Arthur was taken back, who was this man? The guy he saw on the train that one time? "Uh…?"

"O-oh! Uh! I'm doing so bad at this. I'm a fan of yours, I've listened to a bit of your music when you played in Times Square, and I found out you work here. I've just been too shy to introduce myself."

Arthur took a step back feeling very unnerved by this entire interaction.

The man–Kiku's eyes widened as they met his, "Just forget I said anything! Gomenasai!" His cheeks were flushed as he swiftly turned and ran in the opposite direction.

Arthur gaped like a fish out of water, thoroughly baffled by that interaction. Had he just been asked out? Did he encounter a fan? Or had he met a genuine unhinged stalker?

Arthur shook his head and decided to go back to his flat to practice on his bass guitar.

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Arthur slipped on his tuxedo jacket in the mirror, the final piece of the tuxedo that he rented, the price being cheaper than if he'd bought one. He had done the same thing for Alistair's wedding some years back.

Arthur had brushed back his hair and held it down with styling gel. He hadn't dyed it recently so it was only blue at the tips. He would re-dye it after the party was over.

He didn't apply his eyeliner, and took out his nose ring. He was currently straightening his tie, Arthur if he were being honest, would say he cleaned up well.

The band, only containing about five members, were carpooling in a van to go to SoHo. The drive would be just under an hour. A man of Hispanic heritage stepped out of the van that had pulled up in front of his block of flats, wearing a black tuxedo just like himself.

"I'll never get used to driving around NYC." The man muttered before he smiled brightly, "Hola I'm Francisco, our drummer. You could call me Cisco if you want. You're Kyle's replacement for tonight, sí?" The man held out his hand and Arthur grasped it.

"That's correct, Arthur."

"Nice to meet you Arthur. I'll introduce you to the rest of the band." The shorter man, with his raven hair brushed back, opened the door to the van.

Three sets of eyes stared back at him. "Everyone, this is Arthur, our replacement bassist." Arthur gave a rather bashful wave, and Francisco addressed Arthur again, "I'll take your guitar case."

Arthur pulled off his carrying case for his bass guitar and handed it to Francisco who took it around the back of the van.

"Don't be shy now, come in." Arthur felt someone grab him and pull him. He clamored into the van, a woman with brown eyes, skin as dark as mocha coffee, and hair in dreads tied in a bun greeted him. She seemed to have an athletic build by how easily she grabbed him up to pull him into the van.

"I'm Nzuri, I play the alto saxophone," She said as Arthur climbed over and adjusted himself into the seat next to her. "And this is Liên our trombone player and Clarisse our clarinet player." She gestured to the woman of East Asian descent wearing a tuxedo and the fair skinned glasses wearing blonde, respectively in the back seat.

Nzuri and Clarisse were wearing suit jackets, white shirts and long black skirts.

"So are you also a classical musician?" Nzuri asked him.

"No…I'm a punk rock artist who street performs."

"So they literally picked you up off the street like a rat?" Arthur bit his lip, he wouldn't be rude to a woman, especially one he didn't know. He could assume that Clarisse had said that.

"Excuse her, she has what we call 'a silver spoon in her mouth' syndrome." Nzuri said, holding up her hands to do quotation marks.

"If you do well, maybe you could be inducted into the classical music space."

"I can't believe Ms. Hedervary would do that. Is there no professionalism anymore? We just get anybody now?"

"Clarisse." Nzuri hissed.

"I mean, is that fair? Someone who's been in school for years got passed over for him."

Arthur felt himself shaking, she was technically right, he'd only gotten this gig because of his connections. But he'd practiced, he was a musician, he was going to try his damndest not to let them down.

"Enough! I want this discussion to end now." Liên spoke up then. "We have a job to do. I don't care how he got here as long as he does his job well." Liên made eye contact with him briefly, and Arthur gave her a determined nod.

Francisco hopped into the driver's seat and Arthur fastened his seatbelt. "Are we ready?"

"We're ready, Cisco." Nzuri answered him.

"Alright, vamanos." Francisco said before he started up the engine and turned the radio on.

The car ride was filled with Nzuri telling him about how they were hired by Ms. Hedervary and how her husband Roderich had a love of music, although he had stopped pursuing this dream when she was the CEO of Lionessolutions. So she gave him his own band to play at her elaborate New Year's Eve parties, as well as travel around. Nzuri was with a Kenyan jazz band that had split up over creative differences before she started studying at the school of music at Hetalia International University here in New York. They all had studied music there.

Francisco chimed in that he used to play Bomba with a band in Ecuador before moving here to study at HIU.

Clarisse said she had gone straight from a performing arts highschool in France to HIU and was hired right after graduation. She gave Arthur a sneer.

Liên said she worked cleaning houses for a long time before she saved up enough to take classes for trombone. Ms. Hedervary was one of her cleaning clients recently, and she helped pay for her education.

"Liên I-I didn't know that." Clarisse said to the middle aged woman who was staring out of the window.

"You didn't ask."

Soon they were at Ms. Hedervary's penthouse where the party was being held. A few butlers, presumably hired for the event, met them outside and offered to carry their instruments inside.

"This always makes me nervous." Francisco shook himself out. Nzuri looped her arm in his, she was a few centimeters shorter than him. Clarisse was Francisco's height, having grabbed Francisco's other arm to copy Nzuri's motion. Liên was the shortest of them all.

Arthur was the tallest of their group. He offered his arm to Liên who took it, her posture rigid and poised. They followed Nazuri, Clarisse, and Francisco inside.

Arthur couldn't help but admire the polished granite floors that led to a winding staircase and a chandelier above. They were led past this though, down a hallway, past a small lounging area to a lift. Once up a few floors they were led through a kitchen, to be in a large open room dedicated for dancing with its polished hardwood floors. Tables were set up for food and across from them was a built-in stage with a grand piano. This room was connected to the balcony door outside.

The butlers placed their instruments down and took their coats to the coat closet. There were chairs set up for them as well. Francisco thanked them. As they were setting up, a woman in an extravagant gown, who was linking arms with a bespectacled man in a tuxedo with a white suit jacket approached them.

The woman was taller than the man, presumably because of her heels, her chestnut brown hair styled into a neat side bun, she introduced herself as their employer, Ms. Hedervary and beside her was her husband Roderich Edelstein.

Mr. Edelstein, a bespectacled raven haired man with a rather noticeable beauty mark on the corner of his mouth, regarded Arthur with a look of contempt.

"It has come to my attention that you are a temporary replacement for Mr. Kyle Kirkland…Any relation to you, Mr. Kirkland?"

Arthur shook his head, "No, not that I can recall." That name wasn't familiar to him.

"You have rather large shoes to fill, and I expect you to be well behaved, you are representing my quintet after all. Understood?"

Arthur gave him a nod.

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It was a rather extravagant affair. From the various outfits he had witnessed that technically could fall in line with black tie but not in a conventional sense. These guests, the type of people a disgraced, bankrupt former CEO would rub elbows with, from what Arthur could assume, all retained some sort of wealth. Or they were former employees. Apparently Ludwig and Gilbert are the grandchildren of the founder of the company, and before it went under Gilbert was supposed to be in line to take it over from Hedervary. There was a rumor going around that she purposefully bankrupt the company so she wouldn't lose her position because of nepotism.

Arthur noticed really quickly how unnoticed they became after some time, aside from their formal introduction, Edelstein's jazz quintet melded into the background. And after a couple of songs Edelstein left them to mingle among his guests and they were to provide ambiance for the duration of the gala with breaks spaced in-between.

The other members of the quintet were talented for sure, and Arthur managed to mess up a few cords, and he was in the middle of deciding that he should just stop playing but Nzuri nudged him with her foot and mouthed at him to keep playing.

Butlers served hors d'oeuvres and food at the awaiting buffet, to guests who happily gorged themselves.

Arthur watched as gaggles of people snuck past them to go into closets and other obscure places to do who knows what. Presumably drugs of some kind, it was a party after all. Among the mass of bodies that he didn't care to remember the faces of, he did manage to find who he was looking for.

Although the man on Lovino's arm was not anyone he had expected. They looked oddly matched, short statured Lovino and an even shorter petite Asian man, Kiku. He'd sort of met the man briefly a few weeks ago, Arthur hadn't known he was inviting him to this particular New Year's Eve party, although the man hadn't explained much of anything in that brief encounter. Kiku had just asked him out as though that was normal for a stranger Arthur had never seen before to do.

Which made it all the more baffling to see him with Lovino, who looked disgruntled, but when had he ever not? Lovino was wearing a grey flannel slim fit Italian suit with a black turtleneck underneath and black loafers. They were not matching and Kiku seemed to be clinging onto the brunet more so than they were walking in together.

Kiku was wearing a navy blue slim fit suit with a white button up and a blue and white striped tie. The man caught his gaze while Lovino had not, and Arthur quickly averted down toward his bass.

And after the initial embarrassment, gave way to rage. Kiku knew where he worked and that he and Lovino were coworkers, was it some kind of ploy to get to him, like to get closer to him through Lovino? It seemed like it could be.

Was it the kind of unhinged behavior a stalker would do? Probably.

Did it put Lovino in danger? Possibly.

Well that was enough reasoning for Arthur to decide he was going to take matters into his own hands. Arthur kept his gaze on them both while they were dancing, and Kiku kept glancing at him, cheeks pastel pink.

Francisco complained about his hands cramping, and that he was ready for their break.

On their break Arthur found Kiku in the kitchen, made into an open bar-like space. He grabbed the man's arm just as he received his cocktail and dragged him to a nearby corridor filled with abstract paintings. Grabbing onto the lapels of his suit jacket he pushed the man back against the wall.

"You slimy little snake! I'm only going to give you one warning, stay the hell away from me! I don't care if you're a deranged piece of shite. You think you can get close to me just because you stalked me, yeah? Well I'm not scared of you."

Arthur could see fear in his brown eyes, "W-what? I don't–."

Arthur shook him, "Don't play stupid! I know how people like you operate! I'm ending this now, get it through your thick head I don't want anything to do with you." Arthur slammed him against the wall even harder, "And if you try anything else, I'll beat you to a bloody pulp."

The man proceeded to hyperventilate, "I-I can't–I can't–" His glass fell to the floor and spilled his cocktail all over his shoes.

"Oh now you want my sympathy?"

Arthur heard the soft clack of heels, before he heard, "Kiku are you alright? What's going on here?"

Arthur met Antonio's gaze at the end of the corridor. The man was wearing an elegant floral decorated strapless gown, and a rose in his hair.

"This man is a stalker. I've cleared everything up, he shouldn't be bothering me or Lovino anymore." Arthur sent another glare in Kiku's direction.

"¿Que? What is wrong with you?" Antonio stalked up to him and forcefully tore him from Kiku who slumped to the ground, tears started forming in his eyes. His breathing hadn't slowed. "¡Cabron!" Antonio pushed him aside to crouch down to Kiku's level. "Kiku are you alright? Did he hurt you?"

"Don't you dare flip this on me! He orchestrated this whole thing! I rejected him so he got close to Lovino as revenge! He knew I'd be here!"

Antonio turned to look at him briefly, "I set them up!" He swiped hair out of the other man's eyes, "Ay dios mío Kiku, was Lovi not the cute barista you wanted me to ask out for you? Why didn't you tell me?" Kiku didn't say anything, only trembling and curling in on himself.

Arthur for the first time in a long time felt shame wash over him like a dark cloud. Arthur couldn't even fumble out an apology before Antonio's gaze burned into his, a silent demand to make himself scarce for a while. Arthur walked as fast as his feet could carry him out into the cold December air, onto the balcony. Luckily no one was out there with him. His hands frantically searched for a fag in his pocket, before lighting it with trembling hands between his teeth. The warm glow of the penthouse hit his back as he leaned against the railing.

He'd fucked up, he'd jumped to conclusions, and went a little overboard. He could have let Kiku explain himself before roughing him up.

Fuck.

Arthur let out a heavy sigh, and kicked a loose piece of concrete. The cold brought with it a biting breeze. He shivered, stuffing his hands into his pocket.

"You really are insane, huh?" Arthur didn't respond as someone else joined him outside. "I guess it was kind of weird for him to wait outside for you though."

"Sorry I ruined your date." It was the only thing he could think to say, although it came out more spiteful than he wanted it to.

"My date? Nah, I only agreed because Antonio wanted me to, now Antonio's babying the little guy. At least now Francis can't get his slimy hands on Antonio."

Arthur turned to look at Lovino, who was leaning with his back against the balcony, hands in his pockets. He was right next to him.

"Antonio wants you to apologize, knowing you, I doubt you will. Maybe you could pretend, as a favor to me. I'll make you something, I don't know." Lovino shrugged.

Arthur was going to apologise already. And knowing he'd inadvertently made Lovino's night better and not worse made him feel a little less like shite.

"I do owe him an apology. You don't have to bribe me."

Lovino scoffed, "I don't have to bribe you?" Lovino snatched his fag from him, "Did you lace this with something?" Lovino mock inspected it, before handing it back to him.

Arthur rolled his eyes before taking another drag, "I'm getting a head start on my New Year's resolutions."

Lovino gave him a hard stare before he grunted, "Alright. Don't stay out here too long, you'll freeze to death." with that the other man went back inside.

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Midnight was near. Arthur had apologised to Kiku who was still apprehensive around him, understandably so. His crush on him, firmly snuffed out like a burning fire in the rain.

Antonio's opinion of him had worsened, so had the others in Lovino's circle, but hopefully it was only temporary. He had apologized for the misunderstanding.

Word had spread to Mr. Edelstein, and Arthur had been cut off from playing the rest of the set which meant a shortening of his check. He would be given one more chance, Edelstein had recognized his talent, but he was on thin ice.

Arthur had gotten a mocktail to drink the rest of the night, he watched as Lovino danced begrudgingly with his brother and Gilbert, before he asked Antonio to dance, finally willing to part from Kiku.

"Tonight is not either of our nights, is it mon ami?" Arthur felt a presence and turned to see Francis in an black suit jacket with flared trousers and no undershirt. He also wore a rose boutonniére. He sipped on a glass of red wine.

"I wouldn't say that. It's not your night if you were planning to get back with Antonio."

Francis let out a dramatic sigh, "I have had a change of heart. I want to commit, but he will not hear it. 'Not now' he says, 'one moment', 'Kiku needs me.' I can't get a moment alone with him."

Arthur shrugged, "Maybe tonight isn't your moment."

Francis smirked, "And when is yours?"

"I don't have one."

"You're just going to do nothing? Pine silently on the sidelines?"

"I'm not interested in changing anything if I'm not sure how it will turn out. Besides, I'm not sure I want anything."

"Love is about taking risks! See what happens! Do something bold!" Francis slammed a fist onto the table they were standing near, causing the food trays to rattle.

"I-I wouldn't go that far, y-you tosser!"

Francis gulped down the rest of his wine, and wiped his lips with the back of his hand. Then he placed the glass onto that same table. The countdown was starting, and he stormed away from Arthur. He was apparently going to take his own advice. He maneuvered and gently shoved his way through the crowd toward where Lovino and Antonio were dancing. The music had quieted down to a low timbre, to allow for the crowd to chant. As the numbers lowered, the chant grew louder, and Francis drew closer.

"Six!"

Francis hesitated.

"Five!"

Lovino stilled and Antonio came to a halt.

"Three!"

Francis was almost there.

"Two!"

Arthur lost track of the three as the countdown reached "one" and the crowd shifted and moved. People jumped and screamed and blew into noise makers.

"Happy New Year!"

Arthur met back up with the band to receive his payment for the gig. They were praised for their performance. Francisco patted him on the back, and said he'd done well despite that minor hiccup. They weren't required to stay afterwards, a DJ was coming in for the later hours. They packed up their instruments and Francisco said he'd drop them off to put their instruments away, and then they could come back if they wanted to.

As the butlers packed their instruments into the van, Francisco ran the engine to warm it up.

Arthur, Nazuri, Clarisse, and Liên stood downstairs waiting by the door. Clarisse recounted seeing guests having sex in the library, which she had assumed was the only quiet space in the penthouse. Nzuri said, while laughing, that she'd seen someone vomit in a house plant and another in a vase.

The squeak of shoes hitting polished floors got louder until someone pushed past Liên to make their way out the door. They had moved too fast for Arthur to catch who they were.

But soon after he heard, "Lovi? Lovi wait!" Then there was a loud thump as though someone had fallen onto the floor. Arthur turned to see Antonio face down on the floor further down the hall, Francis having rushed to his side. Liên made her way over as well.

Sometime later Feliciano burst out of a closet, holding a coat, he stumbled toward the door, barely able to stand. "Lovi…his coooat," he slurred.

And Arthur with a heavy sigh as Ludwig rushed over to help Feliciano stand, grabbed Lovino's coat and made a mad dash to attempt to catch up to Lovino, wherever he ran off to. He'd caught the direction he went in, but was far behind and unable to see him ahead.

It was cold, point blank. Colder than when he'd been out here before, even now with his coat on. Everything was closed, it was New Year's Day, there was really no where Lovino could go. The adrenaline from running of course would have kept him warm but at some point he would have had to stop and rest, but where was the question.

Why did I even grab his coat anyway?

He didn't know a single goddamn thing about Lovino, where he might be tempted to go in times of distress, what brought him comfort. He was just his co-worker. And he didn't even have a car!

Now he was going to fucking freeze to death because that idiot ran outside without his coat. He slowed his running to a complete halt. Someone else could do this better. He should just take it back and ask one of them to take it to him.

A particularly nasty gust of wind blew past him then and Arthur hugged the coat to his chest. Just as he started making his way back, Arthur felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. Arthur rushed to answer it upon seeing that it was Lovino calling him.

"Where are you, you idiot? You want to catch death out here?"

"I'm at the Brooklyn Bridge."

"You're not thinking of jumping off are you!?" Arthur was going for cheeky, but it came out more concerned and alarmed than anything else.

"Hell no! Get your ass down here and give me my coat so I can go home!"

"I think you would fare better coming back to Hedervary's, it's about a 20 minute walk, at least if you're moving–"

"Could you just come anyway? I'm already f-freezing m-my a-ass off."

Arthur sighed, and said he would be there in 20 minutes.

Getting off the phone Arthur ran toward the bridge, ran for as long as he could before his lungs were screaming, and he was sent into a violent coughing fit. So he had to briskly walk. His face was burning and his breath was making visible clouds in front of him.

But finally, after what felt like an eternity, he made it to the stairs. It was rather steep, and if Arthur were anyone else he would have quit, but Arthur was determined. When he made it to the top of the stairs he saw one lonely moving shape on the pedestrian promenade.

"Lovino!" He yelled against the howling winds.

He and the small distant shape rushed to meet each other in the middle. Despite the pounding in his head, the burning in his lungs, and the mucus running down his nose, a burst of energy brought him to the shivering almost blue skinned man, who almost fell into his arms.

But Lovino caught himself, and Arthur guided him into his coat. Arthur had to zip it up for him, Lovino's fingers were too numb to do anything except shove into his pockets. Arthur pulled the man's hood over his head and wrapped his scarf around his mouth before he pulled Lovino close to him, and guided them back down the stairs, off the bridge.

"You're an idiot! How did you even run this far?"

Lovino, for once, did not answer him, and he still didn't answer him on their walk to the subway station, which thankfully was running all night for free.

The subway was warmer than outside, and Lovino let out a string of curses as he started regaining the feeling back into his fingers. They were waiting for the train to arrive, two of the few stragglers going away from the parties and not toward them. He texted the quintet, there was a group chat they had that they added him to, that he was safe. Nzuri said they'd given his bass to Hedervary, and her assistant would deliver it to his home tomorrow.

Lovino shook his hands and Arthur texted Feliciano that he found Lovino and that he was taking him home.

"What was that all about?" Arthur asked, sliding his phone back into his pocket.

"They sent you? Was Feli too drunk off his ass?"

"No one sent me per-se more so than I just went, but yes your brother was pretty smashed."

Lovino rolled his eyes, "Of course he was. I told him–"

"You're avoiding the question."

"I don't have to tell you anything! It's not like you fucking care, you're doing this as a favor for Feli right?"

The train pulled into the station, then the two got on, and sat back toward the window.

"What's he owe you? Some cannoli?"

Arthur glanced up at the map of the subway system above, "Nothing."

Arthur rested his hands in his lap as the sounds of the train echoed along the concrete walls of the subway. Silence settled between them. He glanced at the advertisement for some brand of full body deodorant.

"I don't know why I expected anything to go right for me." Lovino said, "Nothing ever does."

"That's why I don't have any expectations."

That wasn't entirely true. Arthur had not expected to do any of this tonight, he had expected to ask Lovino for a dance. But had ultimately decided against it, he wasn't sure Lovino would agree especially with that fiasco with Kiku earlier. But those weren't anything major.

Lovino rolled his eyes, "I'll keep that in mind for the next time I kiss my best friend on New Year's Eve."

Arthur blinked, "You just outright kissed him?"

Now Lovino's apparent anger with Francis made sense.

"I panicked! I-I couldn't get the words out and the countdown was going on. And then that French bastard was coming over to us and I knew his ass was gonna do the same thing if I didn't do something!"

"And I assume that didn't go well for you. And you left because you'd embarrassed yourself."

Lovino let out a particularly loud groan, and covered his eyes with his arm.

If that had happened to him, if it had gone that way with João, Arthur probably would've skipped town…again.

Arthur tried to stifle his snickering, Lovino punched him in the shoulder, but let out a high pitched yelp because of his still tender almost frostbitten fingers. Which only made Arthur laugh harder.

Lovino sucked in a breath and shook his hand. Arthur calmed down enough to reach for it, on instinct Loving tried to pull away, but Arthur held firm. Then he rubbed it in-between two of his own. Lovino lowered his arm from off of his eyes, and Arthur focused his gaze on his task of trying to warm up Lovino's fingers.

They were very cold, hopefully he wouldn't have to go to the hospital for frostbite. He heard Lovino shift, and Lovino's other hand appeared in his line of sight. He let go of Lovino's hand, and Lovino put them together so he could warm both of them up simultaneously.

Arthur stared back at Lovino's hands, dry and chapped from the cold, to continue warming them up. Briefly a moment later he flicked his gaze upward to briefly meet hazel irises. Lovino averted his gaze out the window, the lights flickering as they passed through the subway.

"Grazie Arturo."

A/N: I read an amazing fanfic with Kenya and Australia on this very website called "Topographically Speaking" and I was inspired to write her in. Vietnam returns but now as a trombone player.

I wasn't sure how this chapter was going to go, I had many versions of it in my head. But I'm happy with how it turned out actually.

Kenya – Nzuri Uhuru

Ecuador – Francisco Jimenez

Vietnam – Liên Nguyen

Monaco – Clarisse Bonnefoy

Thank you for reading! Constructive criticism welcome.