[Axis Powers Hetalia] Cinderella 4 / 5 Title: Dancing with the Prince Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Characters: Various Pairing: America / England
Rating (of chapter): PG Party: 4 / 5
Warning: shounen-ai, crossdressing
Spoiler: none Word Count: 4095 (
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Summary: The girl shook masked America and, after low-cut back, he thought that would instill a bad idea, let the grip he had on his wrist and grabbed his hand, squeezing it in his, and then stepped forward and clasped his life, holding him. "If you do not like just talking," he said, smiling, "how about dancing?"
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The hall where the party was taking place was huge, with windows at ground level almost reached the ceiling and sparkling crystal chandeliers hanging over the heads of the guests, along all the walls were hung with flags, stars and stripes and the atmosphere lively and the voices of those present were suffocated by the loud music that wafted through the speakers scattered around a bit 'everywhere. There was nothing that America could not complain, while France ended with a glass of champagne
in hand - he would not drink carbonated beverages that America had repeatedly tried to offer it for the world - he let his eyes wandered around the room and focuses just on the tables of food and covered the faces of the nations in mask smiled.
was very fortunate that I managed to convince America, thought and took a small sip from his glass, toasting himself. He was a plan quite simple, but his accomplices had completed their assignments in the best way and time to him there was nothing to do but wait for the bait that had launched so that the events did take the course he had them imposed.
If all goes as planned today, there will really be fun, took another sip, emptying his glass, and lowered his head when he realized that Seychelles was running toward him. Her hair blacks gathered in a bun
and wore a blue dress, simple, the same color as the mask that covered his eyes, and France would also have to call it elegant if it were not for the big fish that she kept tied behind back. "Big brother," he said, spinning on itself and making fluttering tulle skirt so that he could see his knees, "as I am?"
He smiled. "Splendidly." Cheeks Seychelles is dyed red and the girl made a little reverence, thanking him for the appreciation. "I really wanted to dress a siren," she admitted later, putting a small frown, "but then I thought it would be a bit 'complicated dance with a fish tail," then laughed and raised his hand in the air, going to stroke the animal's head that kept him tied. "You know what I mean, is not it?" The animal began to wag his tail without hitting too hard, and she laughed again returning to France to look back at his eyes with his head tilted to one side and a strange gleam in his eyes. "There's something wrong, brother?" He asked, bringing her face to the nation's highest. "I'm not bored, right?"
France stroked her hair, smiling. "
Mais non, ma petite, " reassured her, "there is no possibility that a lovely creature like you can get bored." He raised his head and then rose into the room sweet music, a waltz - probably, knowing Austria, it was He was to claim that it was played at least one - and so, since he still had enough time before having to make his last move, lowered her face to look again. "I like dancing with your brother, but petite
? Seychelles blushed and shook his head up and down clutching his arm that the French offered. The two made a few steps and then, after the Frenchman was finally rid of the empty glass, began to twirl to the music. It was pleasant to dance with her, hold her, and while the notes went into his head for a moment he forgot the
real reason had been organized throughout the staging, began to stroke her back - or at least what he could, given the ' cumbersome presence of the animal that from time to time he moved as if to keep him from touching it - and the two began to talk about this and that until the music stopped, replaced by the applause of those present. France stopped, he began to applaud. "I hope that Austria is happy with this," he said, softly, so that even Seychelles beside him was able to grasp what had just said. The island nation clung to the sleeve of his jacket, savoring the silky smooth under his fingertips and he turned to look at her curiously. "There's so much noise," she said, trying not to scream and to articulate the words properly. "I did not understand what you said," France smiled, assuring her that what she had said had absolutely no importance, and then the two walked away from the crowd, reaching a table a bit 'apart and where the French could use the other with champagne
"You know," he said at one point Seychelles who had opted for the
punch, "I did not believe that America was a kind of masked ball," he chuckled, "I thought that he preferred the simplest things," tasted a sip of his drink and then looked back at France and her lips bent in an amused smile. "You're absolutely right," he said, after he drank from his glass. "It was me to convince him to do something different this year. "
" You, really? "France raised his glass in the air and cocked his head to one side, toasting himself painted with an expression of false modesty in the face. The eyes were filled with admiration of Seychelles. 'Well, he had a good idea ... is fun from time to time do something else and then ... "said a contented sigh," here there are so many beautiful costumes, "he said, his voice shrill. The French looked at her sideways. "And what do you like more?" The youngest nation shrugged his shoulders, bending the lips in a thoughtful grimace. "I do not know," she admitted, "but not that of Germany is just a simple black domino ... perhaps to Spain even though it is a bit 'trivial - you dress that I can not remember what it's called, the one who fights against bulls - oh, also to Italy Venice is really beautiful, is precisely the air of having worked and it's really quite amazing, "his eyes sparkled," you saw him? "
" Not yet, "the French turned to look at her with a frown offended. "And I do not like?" The young nation blushed with embarrassment and then looked away, muttering some excuse. France laughed, taste, stroking her hair. "Why, ma petite
not do this: I was joking, of course," she returned to look at and he, after he stopped laughing, took another sip of champagne
. "And what of America?" Then he does not let the tone of voice the slightest hint of curiosity. "How? I could not even see him ... "Seychelles looked a bit 'and walked around him with his open hand resting on the side of the mouth and the French, after raising an eyebrow, leaned over, as well as getting him the' ear. "He is dressed as a cowboy
," she whispered, "I know I should not say it is his party but I do not really like her costume."
France giggled away. "A cowboy
, eh ..." said, and began stroking his beard with his fingertips. "It is the world's best match but I guess we should be content ..." appeared on his face half smile and Seychelles, although he was tempted to ask him what he was thinking or what he meant, he preferred to let it go and focus solely on its delicious punch
before being forced to leave to pursue an African nation who had asked her to dance with him. The French greeted her with a wave of his hand and not just the young woman disappeared in the midst of all the other guests we saw him meet Japan, dressed as a samurai. "Bon
soire ," he said, lowering his head forward, mimicking his bow. "Are you having fun?" The Japanese went to the next and, before answering, he pulled out of the pocket of her dress a small digital camera. "Yes, thank you for your interest," he bowed, and the other nation raised an eyebrow. "Did you bring the camera?" Japan nodded. "It's because of
cosplay," he confessed. "And here's a gift really beautiful costumes."
France appeared on the face of a sly smile. "I'm not bad," he said, "even if the best has not yet come ..." he left the sentence hanging in Japan but did not respond to provocation, merely doing what any other Japanese would have done in his place in a disagreeable situation. Changed the subject. "It seems that there be a thunderstorm this evening," he said, turning to look to the windows of one of the large windows that were in front of him, "What do you think, France-san?" France, displaced, opened the mouth to answer - he wanted to tease him for a while 'but his expression calm and polite - that for some strange reason, made me shudder - he knew that was not absolutely the case - but before a word could get out of his lips his cell phone began to vibrate in an inside pocket. He apologized for rudeness and picked up the phone, looking at him with an amused smile. "It seems our friend woke up," he said, and there was no need to add more. Japan pressed her fingers around the camera, trying not to show all his anxiety and his excitement and France ran a hand through his hair, reviving them. "Apparently it's time I go to play my small part," said the Japanese looked at him and urging him to go away and ask him to give his best.
Oh, Angleterre, I did not think we'd put so little to recover, elegantly made his way through the crowd, doing a few discreet signs when he met then Prussia and Spain, and then, when finally saw him, he walked confidently toward America was talking with two very cute girls.
Seychelles was not entirely wrong, thought, looking at the American custom, thinking that probably the only things that saved the whole thing were the jeans and hat hanging on the neck. "America," he called, waving her hand in the air and attracting his attention. The girls who were with him took a little bow and left the U.S. and so, when France stood before him, rested his hands firmly on her hips and looked at him with an irritated frown. "Have you made go away," accused him - an accusation that he did not even feel guilty a bit '- moving his head from side to side to look for them with his eyes. "Just when things were doing interesting ..."
France smiled. "You will find better," he said with a hint of malice in his voice, and then, looking straight into the eyes of his mood changed, becoming suddenly cheerful and selfless. "Then," he said, smiling at him, "How are you going to the party? Are you having fun? "
America shrugged. "If we exclude the fact that those girls did you run away I would say yes," crossed his arms to his chest, "although I have not seen England ... or your gift ... "The French did roll his eyes in the air and then, regaining its quiet and stifling the urge to hit him straight in the face, arms slightly spread. "If he has not seen it yet," he said, "does not mean that they will reach and then ... you should not get angry because I did like those two girls to go away. You should thank me
, rather. "
" thank you? Why?
The Frenchman sighed. "Because my surprise, mon cher
is not a thing but a people," America's back straightened and lifted his head as a small animal attention. "And if all goes well should be here soon ..."
"Soon? Shortly in what sense? "The American went to the other nation with blue eyes that shone behind the lenses of his glasses and pulled his lips into a grin. "What do you mean by" hopefully "? Who is it? I know you? "France smiled with satisfaction. Everything was working so well that a part of him - a very small part, though, and without any importance - was beginning to feel almost guilty for his skills as a manipulator were taking effect, the difficulties they faced were, in All told, very little, especially considering that they were all very predictable and excellent results. Japan, Prussia and Spain had been fantastic and he even had a small part - and who had risked England did not accept the invitation, although this was something that he had no intention to consider - was less: he had handled the emotional aspects, a task for which, among all participants in the small deception, he was the most suitable, and was able to lead America right where he wanted. It might seem a trivial matter, but the American was the most selfish and distracted that he had ever known, one who does not care nor the details of new or if someone does not hand them out. "Damn, America," he said, stifling a half laugh, "because you're curious! You do not have the patience to just wait a few minutes, right? "The American
moved her head from side to side. "Certainly not," he confessed, without the slightest embarrassment, "here we are talking about my gift: how can I be patient?" France smiled, shrugging his shoulders. "I guess, after all, you're right," he turned and then, with outstretched finger, pointed toward the great door which was right in front of them. "Well," began to speak, while American eyes were fixed on the point he indicated. "My gift should come soon from there and then you have to do a little effort and stay for a while 'concentrated look in that direction. Know that you do not know what costume you wear, and between all these people might not find: as soon as you see it I suggest you meet her, or risk losing it. "
America raised an eyebrow. "But excuse: it is easier if you present me?"
French appeared on the face of a sly smile. "Of course it is," he admitted, "but you, mon cher
, you must learn to fight with your own strength for the things you really want: I can not always be there to help you and get you out of trouble, not now are no longer a kid. "America looked into his eyes and his expression never changed, merely tilting your head sideways, as to want to make sure that the concept is the past. He knew he had touched a nerve - America loved to talk of how he had gained independence, but gets nervous a lot, when reminded that, alone, she would not ever made - and for that reason, had the absolute certainty that the other nation would not have stopped a second secure the door. He sighed, satisfied and put his hand on his shoulder. "If you do as I tell you I am sure that you will win without any
problem." The American looked up to the door and then only for a few seconds, he turned back to look at the other nation. "What does he look?" Churches, before posting a new look in front of him, standing on tiptoe to see better. "How do I know who you are, when it comes?"
"You know," he merely said, "you'll know for sure," and then, as he had come, he went away, scattering among all the other guests, America reached out toward him, hoping to stop him, but despite continued to call him back and ask him for information about this mysterious girl the other is not never turned and disappeared from view. This thing took
gift every second more and more ridiculous and connotations As time passed and no one
came from that helped bring the U.S. more and more convinced that what France was just a joke in bad taste.
It went exactly as I feared, thought, crossing his arms to his chest.
He wasted all his resources to find a nice suit and eventually forgot to give me a gift. Do not nobody come through that door, I'm sure. came to that conclusion with a touch of bitterness and regret, yet, despite being convinced of what he had thought he did not move, not even averted gaze. Bothered him being teased like that but part of him wanted to believe him, desperately, because he was curious to know what kind of girl he knew France and did not know him
.
began to slam his foot down, nervous, while some nations passed him wondering what the hell he was doing standing there in the middle of the room, doing nothing, and then, suddenly, when all his hopes seemed settled and he had made the decision to call England and complain that France had taken around and that he had not come to the party, something caught his attention: he was a head that moved from side to side, red, with soft curls falling over her shoulders and jewels, set in her hair, shining due to strong light emanating from the chandeliers, giving it a regal air and magical at the same time. America began to stare with her mouth wide open - both for its beauty almost pretend that the fact that this guy was really - and left his gaze wandered to what he could on him, he could not see his body and then his gaze to the face, unfortunately, half covered by un'appariscente golden mask that hid even the nose, trying to distinguish the line of lips. She was beautiful, he decreed, without even having seen it close up, led by the first impression that he had and then, more eager than ever to see it up close, talk began to walk toward her, making their way through the crowd. The lost sight for a while, because of Italy and Germany had decided to open its
when he was in a hurry, and when he finally managed to get rid of those two and look toward the door he realized that was gone, held a groan of surprise and the desire to punch those two, beginning to move his head from side to side, trying desperately. Could not afford to leave, not after what France had said. He continued to move to the czech between all the guests and then, finally, the saw, he began to run towards him and when he had a better chance of moving - and realized that she was going straight in the direction of France - America quickened his pace, fell quickly behind him and grabbed his arm, forcing her to stop. The mysterious
invited turned his head suddenly, flying through the air by his auburn curls, and when I looked His face turned pale in the face and she stepped back, trying to escape and free himself from his grip, and America looked at her with eyes wide open. The lines on her face were not as delicate as the U.S. had imagined, and his lips were thin and yet there was something in her so charming and attractive that the nation began to feel the butterflies in the stomach. Was lower than him, skinny, perfect to hold and wore a golden, gorgeous, which emphasized her figure fragile yet forceful, which gave the impression of someone who knew exactly how to take care of himself; America went down with the look up the skirt from which protruded a foot dark, watching with a mixture of wonder and curiosity of the hundreds of eyes and ears were drawn over, and went up to look at her face. The girl's cheeks were red and she seemed to watch with a mixture of shame and fear, yet he does not realize any way, smiling but not loosening the grip he had on his arm, lest they escape. "I am America," he said, as if that could fix everything. "You have said that today is my birthday party, is not it?" She said nothing, did not move either, and he, somewhat impatiently, pulled her against making them out of the lips, a groan of protest. "You might even wish me a happy birthday, do not you think?" She nodded, quickly, and then suddenly dropped his eyes, concentrating on her wrist caught between the fingers of the American. "If I'm doing wrong you should tell me," the he warned, smiling like a slap on his face, "if you do not say anything I do not know what to do." He shook his shoulders and between her, after watching it for a long moment as if he could not believe those words, looked away and began to move his head, as if looking for someone. America opened her mouth to say something - complaining that it was her party and she should not have been looking for someone else in the crowd when he had the opportunity to be with him
- but his intentions were interrupted by a waltz. The girl shook and masked
America, after low-cut back, he thought that would instill a bad idea, let go that he had on his wrist and grabbed his hand, squeezing it in his, and then stepped forward and girded his life, holding him. "If you do not like just talking," he said, smiling, "how about dancing?" She took a deep breath but before she could say or do something that would go against the intention of the nation, the American began to move and whether the drag behind, beginning to dance. The music drifted together like water and, while hovering, America realized that the girl's body relaxed sempre di più, che si lasciava guidare e stringere senza opporre resistenza e, anzi, come se anche lei non avesse aspettato altro se non il momento di potergli stare finalmente vicino, sentire il suo respiro, il petto che si alzava ed abbassava, il suo profumo. Lei appoggiò la fronte contro la sua spalla, nascondendo il viso, e l'americano le guardò il collo scoperto, la pelle bianca che sembrava implorarlo di baciarla; piegò il collo in avanti ma poi si ritrasse subito non appena lei alzò il viso, guardandolo negli occhi con le guance in fiamme e le labbra leggermente socchiuse, umide. America deglutì rumorosamente, mentre il cuore cominciava a battere all'impazzita, e poi, senza nemmeno rendersene conto, piegò il collo forward, combining his lips to his. The contact was not as he had imagined, her lips were hard and cold, yet let go of his wrist and put his hand on his neck, and pulled against, as she slid his arms behind his back and clung to his waistcoat.
There was something incredibly familiar, in that girl, as if he had always known and at the same time, as if he had never noticed her, he wanted to tighten it even more him not to leave go for fear that another might have a second and disappear as the American deepened the kiss, literally drowning in shivers of pleasure that ran up and down his back and slid his tongue between her lips as she did the same, knowing of alcohol - a little taste decidedly feminine - but did not interrupt the contact, wanting only to have again and again, until they know everything about her through their body attached. With her hand down to stroke his back, but at some point, something hit him straight in the face making him almost lose his balance and making him take a step back. He put a hand on his cheek in pain and then, when he raised his head, looked at the girl's face flushed and his arm bent in front of her, like he'd just hit something. "But that ...?» He did not even have time to finish the sentence that he saw a tear slip on her cheeks and felt a moan, choked, then exit from his throat. Suddenly the music stopped and everyone turned towards them, pointing and whispering. America ignored them - he just wanted to know what the hell had ever done wrong to deserve a slap on the day of his birthday - but she began to look around, confused and desperate, and then turned away, running away and disappeared completely from his sight.
The American opened his lips, incapable of coherent thought, while all around him and things were beginning to return to normalcy could only say a sentence without sense. "He did not even leave a shoe ..."
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