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[Axis Powers Hetalia] Cinderella 2 / 5

Title: The Grand Ball
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Characters: Various
Pairing: America / England
Rating (chapter): PG
Party: 2 / 5
Warning: shounen-ai
Spoiler: none
Word Count: 3515 ( Contaparole )
Summary: America began again to fix his lunch. "And you're also safe," he said, starting to gesture, "that the guests do not lose time and resources thinking only of morality but also make me some nice gifts?" France nodded and looked up the American [...] , looking the other nation with a broad smile, and finally convinced. "All right," he said, firmly grasping the paper cup and drinking a long drink. "What is masked ball,"
Notes: Written for the F3.U.CK.S fest organized by fanfic_italia : challenge Standing sponsored by fiumidiparole
Discaimer: Hetalia Axis Powers and his characters belong to Hidekazu Himaruya and therefore I do not gain anything except the taste to make them what they want * evil laugh *.


If there was one thing that Japan had loved the quiet, sit on the porch with a delicious slice of watermelon and a cold drink and watch the summer sky, the moon was huge that night, and he had no doubt that the rabbits who lived there were working hard to prepare a delicious mochi . He put his hands on the wooden floor behind his back and stretched, smiling, happy and closing his eyes to enjoy fully all that surrounded him, he could hear the cicadas singing piano, so quiet that evening giving the right background, the sound of bamboo banging against stone and, if well focused, the nation could also hear the distant voice of the people, excited and energized for no particular reason except that of the spectacular scenery that nature had decided to settle. He sighed, he felt incredibly at peace with everything around him, as had happened not long ago, and wondered if he felt the same though, with him, there was someone more. Since he opened the door to Western countries had changed - he was fully aware, and when he thought about it seriously, he was also a bit 'of fear - and even if he could see all the positives, such as economic growth, always had a doubt I did the wrong thing, it was true that he had learned many things and had the chance to get to know and appreciate but sometimes it was really hard to deal with Westerners, so exuberant and at times absurd, that often, did nothing to contact him just to satisfy a whim or to take advantage of him. He shook his head from side to side, trying to clear his head from those thoughts, and then reached out to plate covered with thin slice of watermelon, taking one and tasted the sweet juice. Ah yes, there was no doubt as the company would be nice to Japan had not the slightest doubt that, sometimes, the loneliness was much, much better.
tasted another piece of fruit, and as he prepared to throw away the seeds from inside the house there was a loud bark, Japan turned, worried and a little white dog came running from the house and walked around, taking between small teeth, a piece of his yukata, and starting to pull it toward you. "What is it?" Churches supporting the slice of watermelon on the plate with one hand caressing the head the little animal, "will you play?" The dog continued to pull and the nation, with a resigned sigh, he stood up. "Here I am, here I am," he said, adjusting the folds of her kimono and following the little white animal into his house. The dog kept barking and running, attracting his attention from time to time and turning the nose to see if Japan was following, and then took him to shut the front door of his bedroom. The nation entered the room, and before turning on the light, his attention was caught by the screen of his laptop computer that lights intermittently. "You came to call me because you had realized that he had received an e-mail? "The dog barked, satisfied, and Japan's scratched behind his ear, as a reward, before sitting at his desk. "It is from France-san," he said, clicking the mouse on the 'object . "Who knows what will ..." He read the mail and then come to the last line, read it again, wondering if in fact this was not just a joke from the heat and dictated by the years. He ran his eyes up and down the message for more than three times and then, as his eyes began to glow with excitement blacks thought that, after all, dealing with the West was not so terrible.


It was just past noon and France looked with some nervousness that the clock inexorably ticking and moving on the dial seemed to tell him that there would never be able to complete its task and return home to spoil a good lunch in santa peace. He sighed and shook his head from side to side wondering why the damn nation would cause so many problems, he could not simply stay at home, to eat, where they could all easily track instead of having to run from side to side the city to control every damn strategic fast food? He raised his eyes from the clock pulse and looked into her face that America, not realizing - as usual - that the other nation was annoyed by his uncaring attitude, picked up a sandwich full of big things in France would have much preferred to continue to ignore the existence and put it in his mouth, then remove a large piece of the chin and smearing ketchup. "Then," he said, his mouth still full, and a leaf of lettuce stuck to his lips, "to what you wanted to talk to me?"
France shows off his best diplomatic smile and let it fall back in his chair - and to feel more comfortable to get away from the crime of good taste - taking a deep breath. "He wanted to talk to you about your birthday, To tell the truth, "the word birthday America looked up from his meal - always that we can really define meal! thought France - and looked at him straight in the face with full cheeks, ready to hear the rest, that guy was even worse than a kid so much and loved being the center of it all too easy to find the right arguments to be heard. France leaned toward him and leaned his elbow on the table and his chin on the back of his hand. "I and the boys wanted to organize a party, if you go right," nodded America a couple of times, swallowing the morsel, and then opened her mouth to answer although he could not speak, as the French immediately interrupted him. "We had thought about doing something different, not the usual party where everyone is downloading the presents and stuff themselves without restraint," she shivered, while too many parties hosted by America who were forced to participate to come to mind, bringing him bad memories and stomach aches. "So we thought of organizing a small masked ball, nothing challenging," he leaned a bit 'more to him and cocked her head to one side, letting the hair fall gently on the shoulder. "What do you think? It is not as bad idea, right? "
America put the sandwich on a placemat improvised, made with paper towels, and then folded his arms around his chest and looked at France with a dubious grin. "A masked ball?" He said, falling back against the backrest and tilting the head too. "It's not stuff a little 'complicated, I mean no good to throw a party so normal that the guests have to worry about just give me a nice gift?" He shrugged his shoulders and France, both eyebrows arched in surprise. How she could be self-centered, that damn kid? "I think it's just a waste of resources," he continued, then the American, hanging between his fingers a handful of chips and putting them in the mouth all at once. "A party is definitely normal better, "he concluded, drinking a sip of abundant Cola.
France took a deep breath, full of despair that America is not even perceived. He had imagined it would be difficult to carry out his plan and had been adamant from the outset that the biggest obstacle would be represented by England but, looking at the American as if nothing had gulped down gallons of crap and threw carbonated beverages, he realized that would not have had it easy there, either. Oh, well, ' thought, running a hand over his face and knocking out the air from the nose. At least he did not scream behind me ... I hope. looked up to watch and when found himself face of America, with full cheeks and a straw in his mouth, seemed to ask if the conversation was not over yet, he felt the desire to bang his head against the table. The his head. "I think you might like instead," he said, trying to show off the most charming expression of which was capable and a sweet tone and convincing whole. "Have you been to a masquerade ball, no? It was not fun? "
America shrugged. "This year during the Carnival," he said, chewing a straw. "But it was not so funny: I could not recognize anyone except you and that England had put that ridiculous costume, "sucked his drink, making an annoying noise. "I do not think I would not be recognized by anyone to my own party," the Frenchman raised both eyebrows - that can really be convinced that all were as slow as him? - America and put the paper cup on the table and then brought the sandwich to his mouth, eating it with taste and muttering something that no other nation was able to grasp and it was not even entirely convinced you want to do.
This conversation was getting up every second more and more difficult to manage, for the European, who wanted to leave whenever the other added to the mountain of stupid nonsense that was mentioned earlier. He ran a hand through his hair and shook his head from side to the other - while the other continued to gorge themselves on as if nothing had happened - and then tried to collect back all the charisma he could muster: he would not have gone with a negative response, absolutely. "But, mon cher ," he said, and straightened his back, opening his arms and shrugging his shoulders, "enough for you to choose a costume that does not leave any doubt about your concerns and what the guests, well, '.. . Who cares if you do not recognize them after all? - So you would have recognized them anyway, with or without costumes - The important thing is that you show up with some nice gifts, no? "
America stopped eating for a second and looked into her face France, it was true that he did not care particularly to those who would come to her party, so he knew half of them , nor cared, and that half was also true that if someone had presented him with a present he would have welcomed with open arms no matter who it was - with the exception of Russia, of course - but could never accept not to be the center of attention or that somebody looking at it, did not recognize him. She lowered her eyes and began to fix the half-eaten sandwich and bag of potato chips almost empty before to return to the French now look tired. "Are you sure that everyone will know me, although I disguise?"
"Absolutely yes, mon cher , you have my word."
America began again to fix his lunch. "And you're also safe," he said, starting to gesture, "that the guests do not lose time and resources thinking only of morality but also make me some nice gifts?" Nodded France and the American, after taking a deep breath and have remained silent for a few seconds to think about who knows what he raised his head, looking the other nation with a broad smile, and finally convinced. "All right," he said, firmly grasping the paper cup and drinking a long drink. "What is masked ball,"

Japan stood at the door with his fingers tapping the small box in her hand because of nervousness and looked at the doorbell of the house in England with some trepidation, as if it were not entirely convinced that playing was the best thing. He swallowed and took a deep breath, trying to dispel all doubts, and when the night before had received the e-mail from France-san had felt the butterflies in the stomach and cheeks andargli focus, emotion, and did not could believe what he had read and the possibility that we could really achieve, there had been a long time to study an effective plan to bring to complete the task that the other nation had given him as well and as quickly as possible, and yet, now that he was there - the roadmap to secure the phone's memory - she felt guilty . Perhaps she would have done it, after all England was his friend and even if the plan of France-san was intended him the biggest favor anyone could make him not feel comfortable to lie to him just to have the small satisfaction of it ... His heart missed a beat, while the image grew sharper in his head, as if it had had before his eyes: it was amazing, wonderful, but while her cheeks reddening with emotion and his eyes lit up the idea of the wonderful pictures that could make him his heart was still fighting. I do not think he would like, thought, lowering his head to look at the well-wrapped package. I would not want ... I think ... took another deep breath, but then I gave my word to France-san: What would be my honor if I tirassi back now? raised his face and looked at the bell, beginning to nod more and more convinced. It had to do it and, once he reached that decision, his face became impassible for a second before his lips were bent in a friendly smile and hand him get up to ring the bell.
waited for a while and when the door opened and England appeared in the doorway with a look pleasantly surprised, the smile broadened even further and stretched her arms forward. "For you," he said, "a little thought."
"Thank you, the other nation took the package in his hand, smiled back. "I did not know I had to come here, I would have prepared better."
Japan squeezed between the shoulders. "It was a decision a bit 'sudden,' he said, looking away for a while - lie put him in difficulty, but, more importantly, he could not bear the thought of introducing himself to someone else's home without notice - before trying to regain its usual security. "I hoped my visit would not bother you too much." Her cheeks are dyed red with embarrassment and England became the first, stretching his arm and pointing with his hand down the hall.
"Imagine," he said, smiling and tilting his head, "is indeed a pleasure for me that you decided to visit me. Please, make yourself comfortable. "Japan thanked him with a nod and entered the house, aware that now he had no other chance to come back.
He let the other lead nation until the living room and then sat on a couch is not comfortable but still served the purpose. "You came just in time," said England, heading back towards the door. "I was just about to take tea." So that left the room and Japan heard her footsteps as she headed toward the kitchen, presumably. Left alone the eastern nation began to look around, letting his eyes discreetly on antique furniture, the white teeth that moved when pushed by the wind and the long shadows of light caused by sunlight that crept on the ground and climbed on furniture. It was not the first time she visited England and - trying to ignore the little voice in his head that kept repeating itself to make sure that was not the last - left fall back, relax as the possible and had always had a good relationship with the other country, probably due to the fact that they are both islands had experienced both the unpleasant sensation that causes loneliness in the long run, and fear of ruining everything was too ingrained in him to not think about it, even just a little bit, it was true that he had decided not to betray the confidence of France-san, but maybe would have preferred help in a more direct way of what . He sighed, raising and lowering the shoulders. Maybe I should tell England to -san of the plan, thought, tilting her head slightly to one side and narrowing his eyes, perhaps , while not having to be forced to do such a thing could even end up accepting his feelings ... moved her head from side to side, doubtful. No, he would not do, concluded, twisting her hands in her lap. It would simply scream, blush and behave rude with everyone for over a month just to show us that we were wrong. He looked toward the door, resolutely. This is the only way to help, England-san, and I have to go all the way, in the name of our friendship. nodded a few times and while that thought is consolidated in the other country he returned, holding a tray in her hands.
'I Cookies are of yesterday, "he said, putting everything on the table and sat down in front of Japan. "I hope that you like," the Japanese accepted them with a smile and England took her hands and began to pour the tea into the cups hot drink. He had a way of making stylish, no doubt, and as the dark liquid down under his gaze Japan could not help but look at his hands, white skin and long fingers, and then to look run along his arm , thin, to its narrow shoulders and long neck, slightly parted lips and her cheeks are dyed red with the sole thought . It would have been wonderful, and how if it would be. He continued to watch even while it supported the teapot on the tray and then, when England lifted his face to give him his cup, he paused to study the features of his face and his big green eyes. "Is everything okay?" He asked in English, noting his strange expression. "You have a red face, want to turn on the air ...?»
" No, no, thank you, "he said quickly, blushing even more," I'm just tired to travel, really, is not the case that you you worry, England-san. "
" OK, "England looked at him doubtfully for a moment and then, after shrugging her shoulders slightly and have a sip of the good you looked into her face, smiling. "Then," he said, "what are you doing here?" Japan returned his gaze with an expression indecipherable for several seconds and the room fell silent, interrupted only by the ticking clock. It was time the nation and Eastern Europe, gathered to himself all his emotions, his doubts and fears, did what Japan would do any good to go: he smiled and proceeded to be as evasive as possible. "To tell the truth ... I'm here to do a favor to France-san, "England stopped the hand holding the cup in the air, looking surprised, and Japan, after issuing a second to his interlocutor to assimilate the information and expressed surprise continued to speak. "He told me he has already come to see you in the past days, but as for an unfortunate mishap could not tell what he had asked me if I could come to speak."
English, in all honesty did not know how to feel and for that reason put the cup on the floor, to avoid doing harm. "In fact the damn wine lover has been introduced in my house by stealth, the other day, and more than talking is too limited to take advantage of my kindness, and offend my sandwiches," he said, his arms crossed at chest and a vein started to throb dangerously on his head. "The unfortunate mishap , as he calls it, was my foot on his butt to get it out of my house! "Japan of efforts to find the right words to comment on the incident that does not offend his interlocutor, but England did not give him time to show all his education and his touch and began again to speak with a shrug. "But I guess since you came all this way to come to me to report a message would be really rude of me not gotta hear. Please tell me everything. "
The East stretched his lips into a smile. 'France-san asked me to report that the birthday of America-san was organized a masquerade ball, so ... You should submit with a costume. "
English arched both eyebrows. "You came here only to tell me this? Could not you call? "
Japan lowered his head. "More or less," he said, looking away for a while. "The fact is that I wanted to be sure you'd come, you know, the joke last year after France-san also had doubts about the fact that you ..."
"We come to this stupid party," broke in England, blushing and looking away. "And I will get even that stupid costume, if you care so much ... but it will make him a present! "He added hastily, angrily, before bending forward and take it back the cup, Japan and smiled at him, imitating him and he drank a sip of tea. That's what you think, thought.


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