Dancing on Glass- Russian Empire- Countryhumans

Warm Ups

On a bright spring day, I dance with the flowers and run with the wind

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Russian Empire could only watch as the dancer took Serbia's extended hand and stood up. His eyes glued to her. He noticed that she wore an off-white leotard, white stockings, and the mandatory ballet slippers.

"My apologies, I did not mean to bump into you... Sir Serbia!"

Russian Empire's focus was pulled to the woman's tone of voice, firm and sincere. She bowed, then straightened herself up, Serbia let go of her hand and smiled warmly at her.

"It's quite alright! What may your name be? Hm?" Serbia rested his cheek in one of his palms. The woman seemed a bit taken aback from the question but smiled too.

"My name is [Name], Sir Serbia," [Name] said, not seeming to notice Russian Empire. He, in turn, walked up behind Serbia and rested a hand on his shoulder.

"What a lovely name for such a lovely lady." Russian Empire flashed a charming smile. His medals and jewellery paled in comparison to the brightness that had shined in the smile he emitted. Serbia almost seemed to sigh, hearing his friend behind him.

"Ah! Thank you, Your Greatness!" [Name] bowed, grateful for Russian Empire's compliment. Russian Empire's smile did not falter. It only widened.

Russian Empire shifted slightly and took his hand off of Serbia's shoulder, moving to the side so that he could be seen better by [Name].

"I saw you performing in Swan Lake a few days ago. You were absolutely exquisite." Russian Empire winked and bowed his head. [Name] smiled and thanked him again.

"It is an honour to hear that Your Greatness." She smiled, casting her gaze down to the floor, a happy aura coming out of her. She twiddled with her thumbs and stared down at the floor

A wave of awkward silence washed over the hall. The only sound, the ticking of the grandfather clock, echoed off of the beige walls. Russian Empire swallows, Serbia just averts his eye, and [Name] keeps her eyes on the floor. A few seconds pass by until...

"Well! I'll head to practice now. It was an honour speaking to you both. " [Name] turns her head up, smiling softly. She bowed her head at them both before running off to where she came from, only to come back and run the other direction. Muttering a 'wrong way' under her breath as she ran back.

Russian Empire slowly blinked, and Serbia turned his head to him. With his hand on his hip and a cheeky grin dancing on his lips, he chuckled. Russian Empire turns his head to the Serbian and raises his eyebrow.

"She was definitely charmed by you." Serbia's grin widened, and he shuffled a bit closer to Russian Empire.

"Shut it"

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