America leaned on the balcony that overlooked the indoor ballroom, his sights set on multiple representatives chatting and dancing on the stage. Wine glasses and beer glasses lined the drinks bar.
From above, he could see AU and NATO conversing with a couple of nobles adorning the traditional robes of the Southern Kingdom. Serbia and Argentina were conversing with a noble couple who adorned the jewelry of the Oceanic Kingdom, a plethora of blue sapphires and crystals.
He sighed as he spotted castle servants, Manchester, Liverpool and Lancaster running around the ballroom serving the guests champagne.
They all had something in common, a crimson and satire masquerade mask.
America could make out the servant's features and ability-induced characteristics— Lancaster's goat horns curled towards their face, Manchester's badger like hands and fur collar stood out amongst the deep blue of the servant's uniform.
He could vividly see Germany and Poland twirling around each other in the middle of the ballroom, smiling slightly as he watched them dance to the tune of 'Russian Waltz'.
His attention was snapped away when the booming voice of London— his father's closest servant and advisor spoke.
"Enter! Their majesties, King United Kingdom and Queen France!" The crowd went silent as the royal pair walked out from the northern entrance to the ballroom, dressed in their Royal wear.
"I extend my greatest gratitudes to all representatives, diplomats and nobles for attending this event, since the festivities are already prepared and ready, feel free to begin your time here. Mingle, converse, and most importantly— your duties of diplomacy." The King— his father, declared with a wave of his head as the whole room bowed graciously.
He smiled before his mouth thinned, his father's eyes darted to him— a signal that he knew since his childhood... to talk.
"Amérique, how have you been?" Queen France grabbed the prince's shoulders and hauled him towards the thrones. His father scoffed before laughing,
"I've been alright, maman." He replied, a bit dazed.
The Queen ran her slender fingers along the prince's soft and silky hair, sighing as she looked at the American. "You know you can tell us anything, right? My dear Amérique, you are no longer alone in this world." She patted the American on the head, smiling and handing him a trinket box— he noticed Brittany standing next to the Queen, the servant's long golden hair was as long as the French queen's herself.
"Bretagne, go get us some du vin s'il vous plaît." The Frenchwoman waved at the servant, said servant nodded before scurrying off with the tray.
"Sit, sit!" France gestured to the prince's throne, decorated in rubies and amber.
"As future king of the kingdom you must enjoy yourself a little, my little aigle. Right Angleterre?" The Frenchwoman sat the prince down, draping the younger's royal coat over him and passing the trinket box onto the American's lap with the help of Lyon, another servant of the royal palace.
"Father, where are the generals." America finally interjected calmly, gazing at his father.
"Your uncles are partying with the cavalry and highland Divisions my dear boy." The English king replied, taking a sip of the wine Brittany had brought them.
America hummed, "And Uncle Wales?" King Britain tilted his head to the mass of nobles and nations mingling in the ballroom.
"Somewhere in there, conversing with Red Cross and UNICEF probably." The king bluntly, taking another sip of the wine.
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