You sit in your bathroom, putting on the last touch of make up before going into your room to change out of a towel into an actual outfit. You look through the cloest, when you hear two italian accents, "Hey-a dear ___!" You squeak and jump in surprise. They then blushed when they realized you were in a towel and respectfully turned away. Lovi spoke first, "Sorry, we didn't know, but your the idiot who left it unlocked!! What if it was my stupid older brother or France, huh?" Feli squealed, still tomato red, "We-a came early cause-a I asked Lovi to!"
You hug both brothers, leaving them more flustered, and then giggle, "It's alright, just sit on the couch whil I change and then we can go." They nodded and rushed out. You quickly got into a cute flaring red dress that had cut slits on the side which allowed your legs to slide into view, that flared out at the bottom almost looking like a flame, and a flickering one when you moved. Shimmering like a mix between a pheonix and dragon, the top was smooth and mixed red and orange with a strapless, covering your feet, and "Push up" piece. You had red eyeliner that swirled, and you felt very sexy which you were.
You walked back to the Italian brothers, which gawked at how hot you were. Feli hugged you, "adorable~!" you blush, "thanks." After that, they took you to their car and drove you to the club.
They'd reserved it strictly for countries and their close friends, so it was all of them talking and drinking. There was a stage for karaoke or performers, which looked cool.
You decide to sit with the BTT despite your better judgement, and see Prussia grinning at you red faced and stumbling, obviously drunk. "Kesese, how hot you look tonight, ___!" You look at the empty wine glasses and empty bottles of beer, noticing the wine were closer to the blonde of the trio.
Spain looked like he had just been drinking water, so you turned to him. "Hey Spain, how you guys doing?" He smiled, "¡Muy Bien! ¿Y tú? (Very good! and you?") You had learned some Spanish from him, so you returned, "Igualmente, Gracias. (LIkewise, thank you.)" He patted the seat next to you to sit with him, when you felt something faceplanted into your chest and you squeaked, "Pr-Prussia!!"
He slurred, still drunk, "You like it, admit it! you have a huge crush on the awesome me!!" You push him off, letting something out, "I don't have my crush on you, my eyes are set highe-" You smack your mouth shut, but not in time.
"Onhonhon!" A Frenchman smirked, drunk worse than Prussia, "who is it then?" Before you could respond, he stumbled up on a table, turning to the whole place speaking, "Excuse me! everyone, misses ___ has a romantic interest in zis room!!! ONHONHON~!" Everyone turned to you, and they all knew you.
America, your best friend, rushed to you first and squealed, "Yo dude! Who is the bro?" And soon all of your male friends started bombarding you with questions. you thanked god when you heard a shout, "HEY! All you just knock it off and un let mein friend talk!" All questions stopped as Germany rushed to your aid, "you ok?"
Still tomato red, you nod. Britain then spoke up, "mind telling us who, ___?" You shake your head, when Austria suggests, "well, what about you chose a song that fits him and you sing it?" You were a good singer, and all the guys had heard you before. You wanted him to know, so you nod and go onstage. You hear woots and hollers as everyone sat down, you look at the song list to choose from.
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