Boys and Girls of Every Age

[namedforthesky]

Characters: namedforthesky and anyone who attends
Date: October 31
Summary: Sora's throwing a Halloween party and everyone is invited!
Warnings: None as of yet!

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[teaandpigtails]

England loved holidays, and Halloween was one of her favorites. She had planned on dressing as a snake charmer for that evening's party, complete with magically-created snakes to scare people (specifically America), but she changed her mind at the last minute for unknown reasons. That didn't matter, though; she'd still be able to scare the skirt off of her precious idiotic sister with this new costume. She arrived with her housemate in high spirits

[beerjugs]

The music worked well to mask the sound of Prussia's advancing footsteps, up until she was a short distance away from her target. Luck would have it that neither had their drinks in hand at the moment as the white haired one reached forward to give England a playful shove to the shoulder.

"Someone's having fun tonight," her hair bounced on her shoulders with her movement--curled and styled for once.

[teaandpigtails]

England stumbled forward just a bit from surprise, but was able to catch herself. She knew who was behind her immediately; only a few people approached her here. Thank goodness for Prussia, or she would have been terribly lonely (she rarely saw America or France, even). She spun around with a playful smirk on her face, but her jaw dropped upon seeing the albino-colored country.

Prussia was wearing a dress, and looking... well, like a girl. England brought her hands to her lips, trying to hide her smile. How cute Prussia looked! Such a tomboy entering a Halloween party dressed up more prettily than she. England marveled at the thought.

"It looks as though you learned how to make a dress!"

[beerjugs]

She had been copying what she saw the others wearing endlessly, but Prussia was not about to admit that. The skirt ended scandalously at her knees, and there were enough ruffles to clothe a nursery, but at least she didn't look out of place.

"Not much of a feat after learning to make guns," she was about to run her fingers through her hair--until she remembered the painstakingly curled locks, and refrained from doing so. She had also gotten used to the more festive events of the Gardens, the familiar faces, and the abundance of food, but this must have been England's first time.

"You look just as home in a place like this," but this time her tone was entirely gentle, if mildly teasing, rather than stating it as a fact, "So, are you having a good time?"

[teaandpigtails]

She took a few brief seconds to look Prussia up and down again with admiration in her eyes. England had always thought that Prussia was beautiful, but she had never seen her dressed up like this. What a pair they made, a gothic lolita and punk zombie.

England shrugged in response to Prussia's question. "Just got here," she said. "I was looking around." It wasn't as though England had anyone to talk to anyway. She was a loner, and it didn't seem like any of the other girls were interested in her at all. Not that she really cared. England had Prussia, and that was what was important.

[beerjugs]

"Your bow is coming undone," Prussia interrupted, stepping closer to reach the loose ribbon over one of England's ponytail effortlessly. She had done that numerous of times before for Germany, and a part of her missed it sorely.

She was close enough to sense how pleasant England smelled against her body, the hair at her temple tickling her cheek lightly. Was anyone looking... Would anyone even care, if they did? The thought quickly left her mind as she turned to the other ponytail to tighten it as to match the first one. "The food tonight is just too odd for comfort. I wouldn't trust anything colored that shade of green."

[teaandpigtails]

Of course, the action flustered England. She almost pushed Prussia away to argue that she could tighten her own bow. It was supposed to look ragged anyway. She was a zombie! But Prussia's warmth prevented her from moving.

"Oh, come on. I make treats like that all the time for Halloween," she scoffed. "It's traditional! Puts people in the spirit."

[beerjugs]

Prussia wasn't going to question the torn clothing and the blood splattered all over it, even if she had no idea what a zombie was. The sweet scent of the fake blood alerted her at least to it not being real.

"Traditional?" Raising a brow, she fished the green gummi worm out of her pocket, giving it a critical stare. It had the texture of thickened cheese, even if it smelled nothing like it. With a shrug (and England had reassured her it was the norm), she popped it into her mouth, chewing thoughtfully. "Is it supposed to taste so sweet?"

[teaandpigtails]

England smiled up at Prussia and nodded. "It's candy. Children dress up in costumes and go from house to house and collect candy. This tradition is popular at America's house, but it's spread to other parts of the world, too... America made Halloween into a really fun and festive holiday." A plastic holiday, England wanted to say. Halloween was supposed to be scary, not a way to suck money out of everyone.

[beerjugs]

Yet another thing Prussia hadn't lived long enough to see in person, yet. The guests were certainly acting the part, in their eyecatching costumes and festive manner. Suddenly, she felt out of place. She had made it a point not to patronize France's more elaborate balls in the past, and now she remembered why.

This time, she had forgotten completely about her hair, running her fingers through it and wincing as a lock was caught in the lacy cuffs of her glove.

[teaandpigtails]

Oh! England reached up to gently untangle Prussia's hair from her glove. "Is something wrong?" she asked, noticing that Prussia looked a bit nervous.

[beerjugs]

"Huh?" awakened from her reveries, Prussia was distracted enough to allow the gentle detangling if her hair. It felt odd, finally being in a dress here, in a place where there were only women. Who was she supposed to impress?

The answer dawned subtly on her as she saw the look of concern on England's face. She reached for the blonde's hand before she could pull away, escorting her to the simple dance floor where she bowed for permission.

"Let us show everyone here, shall we?"

[teaandpigtails]

Prussia had impressed England. Quite a few times. It didn't matter if she didn't know what Halloween was, or if she was just in a dress and not a costume. She looked good, and England admired the fact that she had done it. There were probably a few girls who noticed Prussia and were impressed. Even if there weren't, England still was.

Before she could ask what Prussia was doing, she had already been taken to the dance floor. England's face turned crimson when she realized the other country wanted her to dance. Her gaze darted around the room, seeking out people she knew that might see them. She became flustered.

"H-here?" she stuttered. "Now?"

[beerjugs]

"What better than being the spot light?" Prussia's hand settled on her partner's back with the ease of one who was used to leading, the other taking England's hand in hers, "I would never dream of dancing anywhere but center stage."

The music played was a far cry from the classical orchestra present at the previous balls, but the jazz notes filled the air beautifully. Prussia had recently developed an ear for this quite modern music, even if she hadn't shared her affection for it with anyone else, yet.

"Or do people not dance at this Halloween?" she asked skeptically, an eyebrow arched.

[teaandpigtails]

England easily fell into place, gently resting her free hand on Prussia's shoulder and bringing their bodies closer together. She was not a fan of public displays of affection, even though everyone else seemed to be back in the time she came from. She took a deep breath and decided to just focus on the fact that Prussia wanted to dance with her in front of everyone. Center stage. She wanted to share her spotlight with England. It didn't feel real.

After she had settled her mind, she raised her head and smirked at Prussia, feeling confident again. "Wherever there is a party, people dance." And then England winked encouragingly.

[beerjugs]

They didn't have to push and shove to make their way. Everyone else seemed to be preoccupied with games and food. Yet, there was no other place Prussia would have been but the center, with everyone watching. She craved the attention as she fed on it.

"I never took you for a dancer, England," she admitted, squeezing the blonde's waist as she minded her feet. It had been a while, save for the balls in the Gardens that were few and far in between. And even then, Prussia herself had never been one for dresses and fans, if observant of formalities, "Or did you practice on people at your Queen's court?"