2p America: As the couples gathered on the dance floor, the music that Allen was so gladly moving his hips along was changed for another, fitting the romantic mood that was being created. His eyes came back to his date's face, finding extremely amusing how them laughed of his stupid little dance. He loved making them laugh, but it was time to make a move. The american got closer, holding their hand and showing a smug smile. "Do you mind participating on my show now, dollface?" Before they could even answer, Allen's arms were around them, pressing their bodies against each other, as he singed along the music and laughed when his partner finally relaxed. "You better start getting used to this arms hun, because this will be a looong night."
2p England: "I'm really getting old, right poppet?" Oliver said with sad tear-stained blue eyes, as his partner took him a glass of water. He was feeling quite nervous on that night, his first date with his long-term crush, and having that kind of moment on a public space wew physical contact was pratically mandatory, the last thing he remebered was his vision getting all blurry and dark. "It's okay, you're not feeling well." They said, trying to make he feel better, and the blonde got a tomato-like face. "You're really nice to me..." He got up carefully, offering them a sweet smile. "For the love of Jesus, this is not right! Now now, how about we forget this dance thingy and eat some cupcakes at my house? I promise it will be better than seeing me passing out like potatoes!"
2p France: "See? I told you this was going to be way better." François passed the wine bottle to his partner, watching them gulp the dark liquid. "Be careful with this shit, I can't carry a drunk ass that is not mine." He chuckled and God, laughing sometimes just felt too nice and surreal, even if it was just a little. When he suggested that they just ditched the stupid prom to drink behind his house, he never expected them to actually show up, carrying a pack of beers and asking for a place to put the junk food. "You're already that drunk that you can't even focus on what I'm saying?" His company said, smirking. "If you think that some warm beers and a little bit of wine can get me wasted, you better give up while you still can find your way home." His voice sounded almost the same boring tone, but there was a glimpse of sarcasm underneath it. That was going to be a fun night.
2p Russia: Viktor was on his fifth punch's glass when he started to wish Allen's skill and lack of caring for breaking the rules or being honest. Stupid alcohol-free beverage. Stupid clothes that made his beloved look so pretty. Stupid shyness that made his voice get stuck on his throat. "Is something wrong,, Viktor?" They asked, making the russian blush a light shade of pink, inconspicuous because of the place's lights. No, he wasn't going to be a coward and let those stupid feelings make him look like a child. It was natural- no- it was his duty as prom date to ask the question. Yes, that would be easy. "Do you wanna france with me?" He blushed harder as quick as it took to notice his mistake, feeling stupid, but his partner gave him a smile sweet enough to melt his frustrated facade. "Yes, I'd love to france with you."
2p China: The only thing that them knew after being squeezed inside one of the gym's showers on a wild make out session was that Yang was some kind of rubber-made God. His bites and kisses were still burning on their neck, but the chinese man was casually talking with a group of friends, like he spent the night doing nothing suspicious and detention-worthy. "Wanting a round 2, kitten?" He came back, giving them a glass of punch and a dirty wink. "C'mon, don't act like you hated~" His hand were around their waist, his voice carefully whispering a voiced trap directing them to another crazy adventure. "We'll play more when we get announced as King and Queen."
2p Canada: Fuck. Shit. Fuck Shit. Why he wanted to do that on the first place? He was Matt Williams, for God's sake, he wasn't the kind of person to wear a suit out of a funeral or to go out to a place full of sweaty teenagers, half of them on his hate list. So what the fuck he was doing there? "Matt? Am I late?" Oh right, trying to win that person's heart, now he remembered. When he heard that his crush didn't had a prom date, his first impulse was to invite them, forgeting how much of a introverted freak he was. "Not even a second." He finally replied, to anxious to get their hand. "Hey..." The canadian started, feeling to small for such of a tall guy. "If you don't feel confortable we can just ditch the whole thing." Hearing that answer made Matt smile, as he finally felt brave enough to hold his crush by the waist. "I'll make us
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