Bachata

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by WeirdestArrow

by WeirdestArrow

Prompt: Baliar

"If I had known how strict you were going to be about this, I wouldn't have asked you to teach me bachata," Nicaragua joked. Dominican Republic grinned widely, her eyes full of excitement.

"But then you would get subpar lessons. I am the master of bachata, and everyone knows it," Dominican Republic snarked. Nicaragua rolled her eyes, but there was no denying the smile present on her face.

"Yeah, yeah," Nicaragua said with a roll of her eyes, "Just show mercy, will you?"

"There is no mercy in being a good dancer," Dominican Republic said, "Because if you are going to learn my favorite kind of dance, you will be good at it. My own family is not making a mockery of bachata."

"Fine. Why do you know how to dance lead anyway?" Nicaragua asked. The grin Dominican Republic gave her was near feral.

"I am the master of all things bachata," she said.

"Why do I feel like there is trauma wrapped up in this?" Nicaragua asked. Dominican Republic laughed.

"There's trauma wrapped up in everything we do. Now, come on, I have a lesson to finish."