America the Majestic (United States of America #2)

Moonlight Waltz

The first thing the personification of England, or Arthur Kirkland, noticed when they arrived here, that America was acting strange.

He was very quiet, and was even nervous and morbid, like something terrible was about to occur. Whenever he spoke, his voice shook and his eyes would dart in every direction they passed like he was expecting someone to be there. Of course, the older nation tried to get information out of his former colony, but, surprisingly, America glared at him before walking away without a word.

What the hell?

England did not see America for the rest of the day, in fact neither did the others, but he soon brushed it off saying, "Bloody fool properly left to stuff himself again."

The others automatically agreed with him without thought.

Though, later that night, England was getting ready for bed. His room was surprisingly a room that matched his, with its magic books, candlesticks, and just the simplicity in general, but there was a major difference.

There was a picture depicting a girl with long, flowing blonde hair, emerald green eyes, pale skin, and wearing an ancient white dress, a long dark green cloak, a wooden bracelet, and a silver butterfly necklace around her neck. England always found himself staring at this photo longer than he needed.

The girl looked exactly like him.

"You have some explaining to do America," he growled as he climbed into bed.

~~~

England awoke to the sound of violin and flute music. Groaning, he sat up, seeing blue lights coming from underneath his door, as well as the shadows of people.

This better not be one of America's parties.

Getting up, England threw open the door to find nothing there, but farther down the hall, he saw something that stopped him in his tracks.

The blue light was coming from a ballroom England never noticed before. Cautiously, he walked towards the illuminated door, finding it slightly ajar, and looked inside.

What he saw took his breath away.

All around the glowing ballroom, gray-skinned people, dressed in elegant but strange blue and silver outfits that you would see only in history or fantasy stories, danced to their hearts' content. Nearby, other people played the violin, piano, or a flute; beautiful music England had never heard in his life.

Up above, a full silver moon shone, also helping to illuminate the already lighted ballroom.

However, what caught England off guard was the person who was dancing, all alone, in the center of the ballroom.

It was America.

He was dancing with a grace of a swan, an otherworldly beauty that would be able to take anyone's breath away, and a fury that is unmatched. The other dancers were watching him like he was some kind of mythical creature, and perhaps he was. However, when the moon shone on him, something incredible happened.

His entire form changed to that of a woman, a woman with hip-length amber hair, an Indian headdress, and a long white dress. Her face was also very beautiful and feminine as she danced with a couple other dancers, no matter what gender with a big smile on her face.

Then, a man approached her.

His black hair was literally sparkling under the moonlight, his silver armor was well polished and cared for, and his matching eyes were full of wisdom, humility, and kindness. "America" bowed to him just before he took her into his hold and they began to join the other dancers, the moon's light seeming to follow them.

The man's entire aura screamed superiority in every way of the term, but clearly "America" matched him in that category. For some reason, England saw that "America" had the posture of a princess, which should be impossible.

He had to be dreaming. He had to be.

Then, their dancing ceased, and the man kissed "America" on the forehead, before he stepped, leaving her in the middle of the dance floor. Soon, both he and the other dancers, including the musicians, began to fade, and "America" curtsied deep, bowing her head in the process before the entire crowd vanished without a trace.

"Hey!" England called, startling "America". Upon seeing him, she gathered up her skirts and took off running.

England gave pursuit.

She was fast, despite being in a dress, and this was unfortunate for England, for he soon lost sight of her in the trees that came up out of nowhere. Exhausted, he collapsed, breathing hard, and when he looked up again, the scene was different.

The trees had been replaced by an open field and moon-filled night sky. It was only thing he could see for miles, and even still, there was no sign of the America look-alike.

What the hell? Had he been dreaming after all?

I must be losing my mind, England thought to himself with a groan, realizing the frog must be finally telling the truth as he headed back inside, determined either way to get information out of the git as soon as he could.

Right now, he couldn't bring himself to care if he was losing his mind or not.

~~~

America panted, adrenaline still coursing through her veins even though she managed to outrun her former caretaker. Gods that was too close, but still...

How in the name of fuck did England manage to find the ballroom?! None of the spirit guards seemed to detect him, and if they did they would make sure the door disappeared before he got too close.

Just how much did England see?

America didn't know if she did want to know the answer. It was bad enough that Mexico somehow found out that he was a father, but then again maybe she was just becoming paranoid. Maybe he thought he was the father of someone else's child or children. America sincerely hoped that was the case.

It was a good thing none of her children would be coming anywhere near here while the nations were here. That was one thing she didn't have to worry about—and hopefully the nations won't find any of their pictures—thankfully.

Now, she just had to make sure she was more careful, and hope that England wouldn't question her about it in the morning.