By the time everyone was ready to go, America and (Y/N) were dressed in a western suit, pants, and boots, and a long dress respectively. They also were waiting in the limo for the other nations to hurry along their asses.

Though thankfully they didn't have to wait long.

When the nations came out, they were either dressed in casual and slightly classy clothing (like England, France, and China), and England was still blushing in embarrassment. Faintly, America thought he heard France teasing the other nation for the insult he made earlier.

Thankfully England didn't even think of raising his voice, though (Y/N) plugged in her earplugs so she wouldn't have to listen to the two men. America, however, ignored them quite easily.

Other than that, the ride was quiet until they arrived at the dance studio.

As expected, there was a large group of people there, so (Y/N) didn't freak out, and they too were dressed in clothing suitable for square dancing. The ones nearest to the road spotted the limo heading for them, and America stopped at the parking lot before exiting the vehicle and moving to open his wife's door.

Smiling, he held out his hand, ignoring the other limousine doors opening. "My lady?"

(Y/N) smiled back and took her husband's hand, allowing him to guide her out of the car, close the door behind him, and lock it.

The nations were out by the time America pressed the lock button.

Speaking of whom, they were appearing bug-eyed at the sight of the crowd, many of whom greeted America and (Y/N) like they were old-time friends (which they were), and after the husband and wife duo walked in first, everyone else followed.

The nations tried to follow, but quickly lost sight of the two. So, they just decided to stand in the corners of the dance studio.

"Fucking great," hissed Canada. "Why is it that my brother is not able to stand out like a beacon here?"

Japan deadpanned at the oldest of the North American brothers. "That's because there are peopre who rook exactry rike him, Canada-san. Besides, we are here to have fun, not make the worst of it rike you seem so keen on doing."

Canada glared at the Asian man, who ignored him and turned to address the others, who were clearly wishing they hadn't come at all.

"Ve~It's so hot in here!" whined Italy. "I want some pasta!"

"Quit whining dumbass," ordered an irritated Romano. "You wanted to come so you're going to have to deal with it."

Italy whimpered, but otherwise didn't complain again.

Germany was sweating a little, as was Spain, but none of them dared to complain as they continued to search for America and his wife, who really were lost in the crowd as the people began to get themselves ready for square dancing.

Germany and Spain would be lying if they said they weren't curious as to what the dance looked like.

England and France however were complaining as usual, and were earning some ugly glances from the people around them. Hell, even China, Prussia, and Russia were receiving the same glances when the three of them decided to be idiots and insult the dance. They blushed in embarrassment and silenced themselves, but even as the people prepared to dance, they still sent glares their way.

Germany would've felt sympathy for them if they hadn't been complete idiots.

Then he spotted the people he was looking for, and, like everyone else, American and (Y/N) were in a small square of people, completing the four males and four females routine in the square. Then the music began, indeed sounding Western American.

With big smiles on their faces, everyone listened carefully to the singer as it told the dancers what dance moves to perform and who should perform them. Sometimes the couples would go in a full circle called a promenade, and would continue to go at it until the singer stopped singing it.

Then, often times two men would step forward, bow to each other, and do a do si do around each other before everyone else would follow, except the males would move around each other, and the females with the other females. The females would do the same, except they would curtsy instead of bow before doing the do si do with each other.

This would continue on for some time, and the nations watched as everyone laughed, smiled, and even sighed in delight throughout the dance, and as they scanned American and (Y/N), the both of them appeared to have the time of their lives. They truly looked like they were made for each other, like nothing in the world mattered but each other.

They really were in love.

Germany was sure he wasn't the only one who felt jealous of that.

The buffer nation even spotted how the other couples near America and his wife would smile at them, like they were the ideal couple.

Now Germany felt out of place in this place, and now wished more than ever that he did not come.

Though he understood why America brought him and the others despite how it may end, which surprised even him. How could he understand someone he thought he knew, but never did?

Germany truly was a stupid fool.

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America and (Y/N) danced and danced, uncaring of who was watching or that the people around them were eyeing them with a mixture of awe and jealousy. As the song came to an end, (Y/N) began to perform the do si doe with another female across from her, who whispered, "I love that dress."

As (Y/N) moved around her, she smiled at her before returning to her husband's side for a brief moment. After it moving around the other females, (Y/N) moved with America, who spun her around as instructed in the song and promenaded in a full circle with the other couples. Finally, with a few more verses, the song ended, as did all dancing.

Then there were the cheers of excitement from the people around them, and fortunately (Y/N) had her earplugs in so the sound wouldn't hurt her ears and overwhelm her. Either way, she smiled big with America, a little disappointed that the dance had to end, but feeling satisfied all the while.

She loved square-dancing, mostly because of the routine it had. There, she didn't have to worry about having to come up with different dance moves on the way, which can be quite disastrous if she didn't practice beforehand. Here, she didn't have to worry about that.

She loved it, and so did her husband.

America bowed to her once more, offering his hand. "Shall we, my lady?"

(Y/N) gave him a playful pout (she hoped) and allowed him to lead her to the snack table, which had plenty of food and drinks for everyone. America got the both of them apple juice and burger, though (Y/N) just got the meat and a bun with some ketchup, some fries, chips, and a little cake, before heading off the side.

That was where they found the nations.

America eyed them, amused by their obvious discomfort. "Just to warn you, we're not going to be making lunch when we get back, so you may as well eat what they've got here."

That snapped the nations out of their stupor, and they quickly went to the food station while there weren't a lot of people near it. Clearly China was lightly complaining about having to eat western food, but the glares he got from the people around him once more made him shut his shit-hole of a mouth.

The other nations didn't dare to fellow in his footsteps, and thank god for that.

Still, America made a mental note to give China a piece of his fucking mind when they were back in the limo, and, from the looks of it, (Y/N) appeared more than happy to help, though at the moment, she was too busy enjoying her food and drink.

So America quickly joined her.

That was going to have to wait then, but America wasn't complaining.