Countries (A Hetalia Fan Fiction)

Chapter 34: Celebration!

Natalia's P.O.V.

Everyone sits in my ballroom waiting for Britain and Grace to arrive. When they finally do the festivities celebrating their marriage will begin.

Just then Britain and Grace walk into the room holding each others hands tightly.

"The new Mrs. Grace Kirkland and Mr. Arthur Kirkland", Roman Empire announces cheerfully into the microphone from where he was standing on the stage.

The room breaks into wild clapping and congratulations for the newly wed.

Austria starts to play the piano and everyone instantly quiets so they can listen better to the melodic music. Britain and Grace start to dance across the dance floor.

It was there first dance so only they were the ones dancing. Britain and Grace romantically sway and he twirls her to the music.

There marriage may have been sudden but as I saw them look each other in the eyes I knew that they were head over heels in love with each other.

As the song ends Britain dips Grace and kisses her making us say awww and clap happily.

Cracking his knuckles dramatically Austria gets up from the piano and inclines his head slightly in a bowing motion. He then flicks on the speakers so pre-recorded music could play.

Austria steps down from the stage and offering Hungry his hand asks her if she would like to dance. She happily accepts his offer and they to start to dance gracefully.

As if that were a sign a lot of the countries found a dance partner and they also started to dance to the music.

I was watching this all go on when suddenly I felt a light tap on my shoulder.

I turn around surprised to Russia extending his hand out to me in a gesture to dance.

Smiling I take his hand and we get into the position to dance.

"You look beautiful", Russia says as we away to the music.

I blush and say, "Thanks".

As we dance I could see the countries look at us with shock drawn on to their faces. No body had expected to see Mother Russia at the wedding let alone dance a slow song.

Whatever they would get used to it soon enough.

As Russia spins me rhythmically across the dance floor I can't help but think how good of a dancer he was. By looking at him you would think the opposite but that apparently wasn't the case.

When the song ends I feel another tap on my shoulder. I turn to see it was France smiling at us.

"May I have this dance"? He inquires politely.

Russia hesitantly hands me off to France.

"You better not get handsy", I warn the Frenchmen before he could get any ideas.

He simply chuckles and shakes his head.

"Thank you for doing all this for Grace it means a lot", I say.

"By the way you did an amazing job", I say with my eyes wondering around the beautifully decorated room.

"Your welcome. I know it's really good", France says cockily looking at his work.

It was true though France did a fantastic job with both the ceremony and the after party.

The ballroom was strung with winking white lights. There was a glowing green or blue flower centerpiece on each white table clothed table and the room smelled intoxicating. The upside down staircase shaped window showed the sunset making the room burst with bright color.