a different style (France x reader)

the summer started out rather.....interesting and well....quite frankly, you were almost positive you were going to die....so much for being a world renouned dancer.

whoa whoa whoa. hold up there.

how bout we flashback to about a week ago. when it all went down.

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{ December 20th,

New York City, America

9:00 am }

it was a brisk cold morning. the roar of morning traffic. the sunlight streaming into your apartment from the windows. the smell of Starbucks that your roommate Lianna picked up for you before heading to work. everything almost seemed normal.....almost. and that's when your phone went off. you ran over to pick it up.

"hello" you say answering the metal box

"hey (y/n)? your up!? good. head on dow-" it was Lianna but before she could finish she was cut off and instead another familiar voice made its appearance.

" dudette you need to come to the studio ASAP. like right now. its finished!" said familiar voice yelled.

"Al?" you ask tentatively

"yes now hurry uuuuuppp" Alfred says hanging up

'typical alfred' you think as you walk back to your room and change into your leotard and tights, slipping some sweatpants and a hoddie on over. you quickly put your hair up in a bun, grab your dance bag and head out the door. lucky you, Lianna worked as one of the costumers for the NYC ballet and managed to get a loft above the costume/prop warehouse. you ran down stairs and through the warehouse, pausing in front of the door leading to the right wing  backstage of the famous American ballet theater. you take a deep breathe and walk through making your way towards the stage, expecting to see your friends there. it being a Saturday and no shows to put on for months, there was hardly anyone there. as you approach the stage you hear voices. two of them belonging to Lianna and Alfred, but the other one...you couldn't pin-point it. you listened a bit more than it clicked. Nat, she was here! you brake into a sprint and burst on to the stage. you run up to Natalia and hit her hard with a hug. the blonde hardly moved, keeping her balance and returning the hug. you were one of the few people that actually knew nat. 

"how've you been?" you ask

she shrugs "been better" she says, her belarusian accent heavy.

"say (y/n), remember that thing you were talking about, with the lights, and the tutu, that was supposedly impossible in the dance world" Alfred said grinning like an idiot. 

I looked between the three, Lianna and Natalia smiling, and Alfred looking like a dork

"what's going on...." you sceptically venture.

"well...." Alfred starts before receiving a hit in the back of the head by Lianna

"shut up blondie"  she says before walking to the east wing  leading backstage.

"look who's talking" Alfred calls back

"will you two stop flirting" Nat yells causing Alfred to blush and Lianna to smirk and roll her eyes.

Lianna comes back out pushing a dress form with the most magnificent costume I've ever seen on it.

"oh my god....you didn't" I say my hands fly over my mouth in  joyful shock.

she grins and bends down to adjust something. the next thing you know there's a shimmering white tutu that's lit up like its Christmas or New Years Eve and a thin white hoodie with gold and gray specs.

"that is amazing!" you say, everyone hovering around the dress form

"why thank you" Lianna says taking a dramatic bow "you know that "NYC inspire" video competition that everyone's talking about"  Lianna grins

"are you serious?!" you say a huge smile placating your lips

"yes! Alfred wanted to get some promo footage and Nat's here to help" 

"really? when do we start?!"

"right now!"

~•~ TIMESKIP brought to you by heichou's Starbucks ~•~

Francis's p.o.v

the world meeting was at America's place thus time. since we'd be here for a few days I decided to walk around New York City. it was a truly beautiful in an urban way. currently I was walking down the street with Ivan. yes Ivan Braginski. the guy actually wasn't that bad as we all made him out to be. we seemed to get along thanks to cultural similarities. the biggest one for example : ballet.  almost all of us countries have some kinda side business. something we like to do in our free time. for Mathias, Denmark, its a local coffee shop. Mathew, Canada, has a store up north for snow boarders and all those people. jett, Australia, has a surf shop. the list goes on. as for me, I work with the ballet theater back home. and now I'm acting as a scout. we walk into the NYC ballet theater and I must say, I'm impressed. Ivan and I take a seat. Alfred said they didn't mind us coming in and watching since it was a down season. but when we saw the girl dancing on stage....it was not what i expected.