One thing has always been clear about Russia and America: They hated each other. It was no surprise; after all, their parents had despised each other, so naturally, their children would hate each other as well.
Russia and America had just gotten ou...
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I've been kind of unsure for a while whether or not I should add smut in this book.
If I do, though, it'll probably be it's own chapter.
But I don't know
What do the people say?
(Side note: Song sung by France in this chapter will be "Looking at Me" by Sabrina Carpenter [Lyrics underlined, though I won't be writing the entire song's lyrics, as some parts may be skipped])
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-*America's POV*-
Just like the rest of Europe, America watched in shock as France began her song.
She snapped to the beat a couple of times, slightly swaying her hips to the music.
"Did I catch your attention? You look like you lost your breath. Huh." She scoffed slightly, scanning her gaze across the room as she soaked up the attention.
As she continued the song, she picked up the microphone and walked around on the stage sassily.
"'Cause I been here once or twice,"
Then, she finally stopped in front of a flustered looking UK and smirked.
"Never worry 'bout the eyes..."
Suddenly, she pulled UK up onto the stage with her. "Come on!"
Despite UK's protests, France twirled him around in a circle and dipped him slightly.
"Don't just stand there staring, honey! Try to move your feet." France sang, stomping her feet on the ground softly.
When a dark red blush covered UK's face, France just beamed at him and continued to dance.
"If you think they're looking at you,"
"They're looking at me!"
As much as UK tried to exit the stage, France kept pulling him back enthusiastically and forcing him to dance with her.
Most of Europe was now cheering her on, though not in a catcalling sort of way.
There were many polite, supportive exclamations, especially from the females.
Seeing as she was always kind to everybody, India had been invited as well, and her compliments seemed to be louder and more frequent than anybody else's
Out of the males, Italy and Slovenia, who were sitting next to each other, were probably the most enthusiastic.
But again, not in a rude way. Italy was just being the supportive gay best friend, and Slovenia would basically do whatever Italy did without hesitation.
America and Canada, on the other hand, just stared at their parents in shock.
Unfortunately, France hadn't yet noticed her children in the back of the room, thought it likely wouldn't have made much difference if she had.
