Hips Don't Lie By Shakira

You stood still as you searched through the song book. 'What matches his personality?' You mentally screamed, flipping through multiple pages until you found a perfect song.

Nodding at the person controlling the music, you got into a less awkward and unattractive stance. Turning the microphone on, you began.

"I never really knew that she could dance like this."

Everyone knew. It was obvious. Only one was too oblivious to know, your Spaniard crush.

"She makes a man want to speak Spanish. Como si llama, Bonita, mi casa, su casa."

You couldn't help but smile at his reaction. Antonio waved at you, as he did a little bit of dancing. "HOLY FUCK! THIS IS PAINFUL!" Someone, probably Gilbert, groaned. You shrugged and continued.

"Oh, baby, when you talk like that, you make a woman go mad. So be wise, and keep on reading the signs of my body. I'm on tonight, ya know my hips don't lie, and I'm starting to feel it's right. All the traction, the tension, don't you see baby? This is perfection."

"Who speaks that language, tomato bastard?!" Lovino hissed, while Toni tried to figure it out. 'Well, let's see. It's obviously not Italian, probably. It's not German, I can tell because it doesn't scare me.' "He's figuring it out!" Emma cheered and patted Antonio on the back.

"Hey girl, I can see your body moving, and it's driving me crazy! And I, didn't have the slightest idea until I saw you dancing. And when you walk up on the dance floor, nobody can ignore the way you move your body, girl. And everything so unexpected, the way you right and left it. So you can keep on shaking it."

'Wait, So there is some Spanish... I believe? Man, I need to work on my world knowledge sometime..!'

And with that, Antonio solved the mystery. Could it be... him?

"Sí! Te amo! Te amo!" He squealed and ran up to the stage. Antonio turned the microphone off. "You know, my hips are capable of many things." He murmured in your ear, nipping lightly. "Like what?" You questioned, leaning away from his little love bites. "Thrust." Antonio stated, and leaned into your neck. "Want to see sometime? I can even demonstrate..." he whispered and carried you out of the room.

"Damn, aru. I regret getting this water..." Yao exclaimed, spitting it back into the glass. "I've heard his intentions that I could have gone without."