Kryztel's POV

Why did I ever agree to this?

After that discussion. We were immediately transferred to England and during that time I was disappointed because I wanted to see the bomb sheds and other stuff that happened in the Vietnam War.

Right now I was wearing a plain dress that will be serving as like a temporary dress to make me practice walking and dancing wearing it. I find this really ridiiculous I mean why do balls need to involve dancing? I don't get people who hold these kinds of things. They even made me wear heels. This is torture already. These heels are killing my feet. But at least the dress's skirt reaches below my knees like Liechtenstein's dress but mine was blue.

This was the most embarrassing thing I've ever done because I look younger than my age. If you make me wear any kind of cute dresses or anything, I would look younger than a 17 year old. I was walking towards the ball room where we'll be practice dancing and I was just walking barefoot towards the room holding my heels. I opened the doors to the ball room to see the others already there.

Kayla bursted out her laughter with Prussia.

"Y-you look like your 13!" Kayla laughed.

I popped a vein and walk towards them.

"Wear your heels." Hazel said.

"But they hurt." I whined.

"Your still gonna wear them."

"Fine." I put on my heels and my foot instantly hurts.

"Okay lets start." She turned on the speakers as the they began to dance.

"May I have this dance?" Spain lent out his hand for me.

"But I don't know how to dance." I grumbled as I took his hand.

"Just follow me lead chica."

I looked at my footings because I can easily hit his foot anytime and that I am scared of because I become an apologetic mushroom once I did something wrong to someone.

"Trust yourself chica, its okay if you make a mistake." I looked up at Spain to see him smiling softly.

I followed where he told me to step and got the hang of it, but the heels made my feet sore.

Then the music suddenly change to something snappy.

"Theres tango?" Spain looked happy, "c'mon chica!"

"Wait Spain!" He moved into dancing the tango.

"Just follow me!"

"AH!" (P: No idea how to describe dance steps)

He dropped me down gently and I saw the others upside down smirking and not dancing. I gave them a glare quickly as Spain lifted me back up.

"Having fun chica?"

"I still don't know how to dance this." I had a sweat drop on my head. 'Lord help me here.'

After dancing I kicked my heels off hitting Hazel and Kayla.

"Ow...." They both said.

"How are you able to kick when you have heels when you can't even dance?" Kayla rubbed her forehead.

"Secret!"

"I'm tired!" I plopped myself on a near by sofa, "siesta~!"

"May I join you?" Spain asked.

"Go ahead." He sat beside me and as I fell asleep leaning on his shoulder.

Hazel's POV

They look so fucking cute together.

"Their so cute!" Frnace and I took a picture of them.

Kryztel's head was placed on Spain's shoulder while Spain's on her head.

"Kesesesese~!" Prussia as he drew a mustache on Spain.

"I wonder how the hell did they end up together?" I asked.

"Must be a coincidence." Prussia suggested.

"But nothing is a coincidence! Like bra is good in Swedish!" Kayla exclaimed as she was putting clown make up on Kryztel.

"Well I guess we'll be leaving you too here." France said as he wrapped his arm around my shoulder pulling me closer to him. I was so red. (P: Too much blushing in this!)

"Ok! Goodbye you too!" Kayla shouted as France led me to the door with him following me.

"So where do you want to go?" France asked.

"What?" I raised my eyebrow, "we went out and you have no idea what do?"

"Well maybe we can go out and eat dinner?"

"Sounds good."

"Shall we." He held out his arm like a gentleman.

"Of course!" I took his hand and we walked towards the exit.

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We went to a high-class outdoor restaurant and France actually made it sure it wasn't British. Ever since I hear Kryztel saying 'burnt scones' whenever her cooking got accidentally. She would come up with bad jokes of the Brit's cooking.

We sat where in almost every cheesy movie I know and that place is the balcony with a sunset in the background. How ironic no?

"This is so weird..." I said as I looked at the menu.

"Why?" France asked.

"The setting right now is like it came out from a romance movie." I looked at the view.

"Angleterre had his weather good today no? Thats a first."

"Not really a first. I've seen pictures of my aunt who works here. Most of the days were rainy but there were also some sunny ones."

"Really?"

"Hm." I faced him and found him starring at me, "uh..."

"Ah! Désolé, its just you look beautiful." I blushed at his compliment.

"M-merci." I raised the menu a bit higher to my face to cover my blush.

"Ah, I'll call the waiter now." He smiled sheepishly and called for the waiter.

We took our orders.

The waiter came back with the red wine and gave us wine glasses.

I looked at the wine and fiddle the glass.

"Whats wrong mon chère?"

"I, uh... Don't really drink."

"Try it."

I lifted the glass and took a sip.

"How is it mon chère?"

"Its good."

After we ate at the restaurant we went to the London Eye and rode in one of the capsules. (P: Thats how you call it right?)

I was only the two of us inside because there wasn't that many people yet. I looked at the view of the city.

"Wow! The view from here is beautiful!" I pressed my hands to the windows, but I immediately got scared and moved away from it.

"Whats wrong?"

"I'm afraid of heights." I sat down and covered my face to make me calm down.

I suddenly felt two arms pulling me into a hug.

"You should have told me before we entered here." I faced France.

" Désolé. I just get too excited sometimes." I smiled softly.

"We all do mon amour." He kissed my forehead. I widened my eyes at his sudden actions.

"F-France." He smiled at me.

I starred into his handsome blue eyes.

"Everythings alright." I smiled.

VERY BORING CHAPTER I KNOW BUT I GOTTA UPDATE. CAN ANYONE GIVE ME SOMTHING FOR THE ONE-SHOTS I'M GONNA MAKE. I STARTED WRITTING ONE SINCE NO ONE HAD A REQUEST YET.

BYE!

-PUMPKIN