Dancing on Glass- Russian Empire- Countryhumans

Swan Lake

Here on broken shards, I dance with my bleeding feet

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The music was slow as the The Finale of the show 'Swan Lake' had started. The dancers moved with elegance and grace. The light shone down on them, illuminating them as they glided across the stage. The music had started to change course as the main characters entered, and soon, the backup dancers were frozen like statues as the antagonist had entered too. The music descended into harmonious chaos as the climax of the dance had come. The dancers started to move again as the ending of the story unfolded. The audience was watching intently, some admiring the dance, and others focused on the story, and some others enjoying all.

Up in the highest seat in the theatre, a tall man sat, tapping his finger on the railing as he gazed over the dance he had seen multiple times before. His eyes looked over the main leads dancing together on stage as the others froze in place again. His fingers tapping on the railing had started to tap in a more rythimic way, matching the piece being played in the show.

His attention was focused, his eyes a piercing light blue, he watched the choreography and how much it flowed with the melody of the song.

His companion beside him watched the show for seemingly the first time. His eyes glossed over the dancers and gasped when Odette took a swan dive into the lake, Prince Siegfried following soon after.

The corners of the tall man's lips curled up into a soft and gentle smile as the dance was nearing its end. He looked especially focused here as the antagonist tragically 'dies' and the swans danced. He gazed over each dancer dancing in sync with eachother, then his focus faltered. His attention, now on one of the dancers. She was in the back, but from where he was, he could still see how the trinkets in her costume glinted in the soft light of the theatre. How her tutu bounced with each movement flowing nicely in the last few minutes of the dance. He put a gloved hand over his mouth as he watched. The dance ends as the antagonist dies in the background with the 'sun' rising as the swans danced, freed from the curse.

Even with this, his focus seemed glued to that certain dancer. The red curtains were drawn, and the show had finally ended. The tall man still seemed focused, though staring at a red curtain instead of a dancer now. His red-haired companion waved his hand over the tall man's face, trying to catch his attention.

"Hey, Hey, Hey Russian Empire!" Noticing that his dear friend was not responding, he raised his hand up and swung it down behind Russian Empire's head, hitting him.

Russian Empire snapped out his dazed state and looked up at the man beside him, his hand flying to the back of his head

"Serbia!" He snapped, standing up from his seat, then clearing his throat. Serbia only laughed in response.

"The curtain is interesting, isn't it?"

Russian Empire only sighed before fixing his uniform and walking past the entrance of the highest seats. Climbing down the stairs, his boots made clicking sounds with each step. Serbia scrambled down after him.

"I'm going to be honest here, I loved that performance. It's so sad! Yet happy!" Serbia popped up behind Russian Empire, catching up with his quick strides. They both neared the large door as they made their way around the large theatre.

"I agree on that part. Why'd you hit me in the head?" Russian Empire turned to Serbia with a questioning look. Serbia in turn blinked slowly.

"You werent answering me, I waved my hand over your face and even called you."