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America and England knocked out the unsuspecting guards by a back set of doors and immediately hid behind two symmetrical pillars. US peeped around to look inside the grand ballroom. It was brightly lit and crowded with more people than he had expected.
‘Hey, not bad!’ The blue eyed man thought appreciatively, spying a string quartet of musicians in the corner playing a melody of beautiful music as the rich French men and women danced.
At the head table, a grandeur ice sculpture of a swan on a splash of frozen water stood as a centerpiece where France himself sat laughing with some of his monarchs. USA watched as a bandaged Spain entered through the grand hallway and made his way over to take a seat there as well, being welcomed by France with a handshake.
England’s face looked like he’d sucked on a lemon. ‘BOTH of them!’ …A chance for double victory!
“I’ll give the signal to storm this place.” The pirate nation said lowly to America, reaching inside his coat for his gun.
“Hold on a second-” USA replied, quickly glancing inside again. He adjusted his glasses, eyes rolling up in consideration. He really hadn’t read that far into H.G. Well’s book to know if there was a consequence for getting involved in this kind of thing. Actually, did he even read that book at all? Now that he thought about it…
England frowned at him expectantly.
A fast tango piece of music began in the ballroom in honour of Spain being an unanticipated guest.
“Oh what the hell.” America blurted out loud. HE was the one who decided how his operation went. ‘And there’s no time like the present!’
England stared in confusion.
Suddenly United’s larger, warm hand clasped his own. Before he knew it, United was at the back doors, twisting the handle and striding into the ballroom with England in tow like he owned the place.
“Hey! How’s it going!” US waved and smiled at random bewildered guests as if he knew them, pulling his companion behind him into plain view. Couples were pushed out of the happy America’s way as they moved swiftly through the crowd onto the shiny floor.
“Y-you treasonous bastard-!” The shorter man sputtered in shock as he was drawn alongside United.
His mysterious fairy only gave a playful smile in reply and stopped, reaching out to place one hand on England’s waist, the other bringing their clasped ones up beside them in classic position. The pirate nation could only put his own, awkwardly free hand, upon America’s shoulder.
“What are you doing!” England fumed.
“Storming the place… What else?” America said voice full of humour.
As one, everyone around them started dancing and there was no choice but to follow - a blur of red and blue in a sea of cream and white dresses.
“At this rate we’ll be captured!” England said quickly.
“At this rate who cares?” America spoke against the shorter nation’s cheek, hiding from the frown that probably earned.
For some reason he’d expected the British man to be dragged around after him, but the shorter nation was matching the steps perfectly for speed, knowing exactly when to turn, hop, and when to switch.
It occurred to the hero that he probably shouldn’t be surprised. England had been the one to teach him to dance in the first place, after all.
As they spun to the music, USA held the shorter man closer in genuine fun, a grin crossing his lips as England’s arm circled his neck in the absence of space.
“Who,” The green-eyed man breathed. “…is leading who here?” England demanded, his breath hot along America’s neck.
Heart beating in exhilaration, US picked the pirate nation up and turned them around in an obnoxious show of strength, setting the startled man’s feet back to the floor. Not giving him anytime to react, America started their dance again in a completely different direction, forcing a large French woman to bungle out of the way.
“I think we both know who’s leading here, England.” The blue-eyed man said teasingly.
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keep up the awesome work, writer.
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‘This… this ruffian!’ England breathed in quickly as the taller man trapped him, one hand a burning presence on his lower back, the other trailing up his arm to hold him still.
The indomitable England…held… like his weight was a pleasurable nothing to the larger man...
A warm palm slid inside his jacket, and England’s breath hitched, his fingers at United’s back crumpling the fabric of his blue coat in trembling fists. He closed his eyes, thick eyebrows lowered, lips pushing out to tentatively receive United’s bold kiss…
USA’s hand stopped searching around when he found what he was looking for and he smirked. ‘Aha! There it is!’ In one great motion America pulled England’s gun out into the open, and aimed, cocking the hammer back all the way with his thumb, he pulled the trigger.
BLAM!!
Gun powder exploded and the whole room burst into a frenzy of shocked screams as America’s shot blew the extravagant centerpiece at the head table into ice cubes.
The monarchs sitting there immediately began scattering like crazed chickens and Spain threw himself with a yell under the heavy furniture, by now used to being mercilessly attacked.
“Ahh!!” France stood gaping at America and England before the Spanish nation’s arm reached up from his cover and grabbed the long-haired man down for safety.
The blond chuckled and grinned at the crazy chaos, forgetting where and when he was at the moment.
England, who had very nearly been dropped on his head in the commotion, stepped out of United’s now slack embrace his cheeks darkened in a mixture of anger and disbelief.
“What?” United questioned with a laugh, smoking gun still cocked in his hand.
England struggled to find the words, his face going through an impressive range of emotions until it settled on shocked. “DUCK!”
“Arh!!” A burly Frenchmen was knocked backwards by one of England’s pirate crew who had instantly entered through every door or window of the ballroom possibly imaginable at the gunshot signal. The two nations threw themselves in opposite directions out of the way as the comatose man crashed to the floor.
England drew his sword and flipped a nearby table for protection as the unprepared French guards started yelling curses and throwing themselves into the fray. One swipe knocked the flimsy metal lances from their grips.
America raised the old-fashioned gun shot out the massive chandelier, crystals tinkling to the ground in a shower of rainbows as the dwindling sunlight passed through them.
“ZUT ALORS!” France cried, popping up from his hiding place, a piece of smushed cake on his shirt. “That was an antique!!”
The building became a riot of disgruntled parties as England’s pirates did their duties of pillaging the pearls and jewellery of the upper-class. America ran alongside the outlaws, his boots thudding heavily through the disrupted town until they met the soft sand of the beach.
The hero looked up and noticed that Spain’s battered ship had been taken over by the scurvy men, and now most-assuredly belonged to England.
USA looked to his side where the thick eyebrowed nation was panting, a self-righteous smile on his face.
“For the mighty England!” A bald and scarred pirate roared, and the others shouted in approval.
The crimson-coated man tipped his hat with his sheathed sword and turned his contented smug gaze to look at United out of the corner of his eye.
“…And for ME, too!” USA returned the same expression and aimed his firearm randomly into the air, shooting off to emphasize his importance. A nearby palm tree shook from the impact and a few coconuts hit the ground.
England scowled and grabbed the primitive gun from the other’s grip.
The night came fast in the islands and the successful escape saw one old and one new pirate ship sailing into the blue.
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God writer!Anon, I love you. The dancing and the talking about who's leading, and England so wanting him to kiss him and all--
It's great.
♥Keep it up, please!♥
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This is, like, my favorite fic. Ever.
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Don't get discouraged! :)
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OP agrees with all other commenters! This story is far from sucking ass. It's really great and has just about everything (humor, action, building up romance)
:< Also, lack of update is killing OP on the inside and OP has to resist begging for part 10+. Please update soon, we're all excited~
♥ Don't be discouraged, writer!anon! ♥
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*WORKING HARD!!*
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