((This takes place just before the Revolutionary War so America is still pretty young and in good terms with England.))
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I watch as the people around me twirl and laugh, enjoying their time to the fullest. I stand in a corner of the huge ball room holding a glass of wine in one hand.
I hear whispers and turn to see a group of beautiful young women huddling together. They murmur words then turn to look at the dancing crowd. I follow their gaze and my eyes land on my little brother, America. Although the girls don't know any of that.
He spins a young maiden gracefully and catches her in his arms. He puts on a charming smile making her blush and they pursue their dance.
He has grown so fast, he's even taller than me. He looks like a seventeen year old human with very good looks. I watch him carefully but soon turn away to look at the time.
11:40 p.m.
"I'm wasting my time here," I sigh as I put my glass down on a nearby table. I lead myself to the exit as the music comes to a stop, signaling the end of the dance. Men and their dates all scatter off away from the dance floor, flooding my route.
I try to make my way through the perfume-scented mass but give up promptly. I decide to await the start of a new dance. Several ladies stop by my side requesting the next dance but I politely refuse, wanting to leave the place as soon as I can.
The orchestra slowly commences their next melody and the ladies pull the arms of their men gently, asking for a dance. Soon couples begin dancing and my path starts to clear itself.
Just as I commence walking, a hand grabs hold of my forearm. I turn around to see America smiling.
"What, are you leaving already?" he asks grinning. I retrieve my arm and nod.
"Yes, I shall retire myself for the evening. I appreciate that you went through all the trouble to invite me. Thank you very much, good evening," I acknowledge with a small bow.
"What? You can't do that, you still haven't danced with anyone," he responds, his smile turning into a disappointed frown. I am taken aback by the comment and pout of the younger nation.
He holds his hand out and smiles. "Would you do me the honor of dancing with me, Sir Arthur?" he asks, using my human name.
I glance over to the people around us and whisper, "B-But, I can't, I'm not a woman."
"So? Where's the problem? We are just going to dance, right?" he replies just as tranquil. I stare at his hand then finally acquiesce. I slowly place my hand atop of his and he guides me to the dance floor.
I place my hand on his arm as he wraps his around my waist pulling me closer to him. I dare not look at him in the eyes as my heart race accelerates. We waltz to the rhythm of the music, drifting away in it's sweet melody. I start to forget the awkward stares and begin to enjoy the moment.
I lift my eyes and meet America's which are already laid on me. His face is beaming and his smile is ear to ear, never have I yet seen him this happy all night. I try to return the smile but feel extremely embarrassed doing so.
He makes me spin, just as he did with the girl from before, and catches me the same, dipping me slowly. At this point, my cheeks commence turning red. He lifts me up and I take a step to the side, still hand in hand, then twirl back into his arms. He pulls his arm upward and I pivot facing him once more. We entwine our fingers as we resume the initial position. We drift along the marble floor step after step.
As I dance, my body fills up with an indescribable emotion. My heart overflows with joy and happiness whilst my body is driven by the steps of the blue-eyed country. My mind is free from any unpleasant thoughts, being far too concentrated on the music and America's charming face.
The music slowly comes to an end and America dips me once more, staring deeply into my eyes. My lips slowly curve up to a smile as I breath out. Suddenly an outburst of applauds echo in the ball room. America pulls me up and I notice how everyone had cleared the dance floor to watch us.
My face reddens and I let go of America's hand. The applause carries on as women smile and men simply clap. Young ladies exchange thoughts out loud with envy. However I only hear some, all the chatter being too loud. "I wish someone would dance with me like that." "What a lucky guy, he was able to dance with Alfred." "I think they were very charming, don't you?"
I dart through the crowd not standing their cumbersome gazes. I head strait to the exit grabbing my coat on the way. I catch my breath outside and turn back to look at the big house. I smile and start descending the stairs.
"England!" I turn around to see America breathing heavily. "England! Please don't go!" he yells from the top of the stairs. I look up to him and sigh pitifully. "I– I can't, I must go. I'm so-"
"I love you England! Please don't leave me!" he shouts on the verge of tears. My eyes widen in shock and my heart feels as if stabbed.
I sigh smiling painfully. "I love you too America. And I promise I will be back soon, I won't leave you like I did in the past."
"Promise?"
"Promise."
He relaxes and looks at me sadly. "I'll be waiting for you." I nod and continue going down the stairs to the sound of the faint music becoming more and more imperceptible.
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But he doesn't come back because of the problems between both countries. America is devastated that England broke his promise and finally agrees to help his people, even though he was against it in the first place. And that is when the Revolutionary War commenced.
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