Ballroom Prom

Reez watched the others socialize and felt like a bloody creeper, staying away, but watching everyone. "Well, Here goes nothing. I'd be Lucky if I come out alive..." She muttered to herself, and stepped closer to the others, her hand Clutching the fabric of the dress at her stomach. She was an Independant Country, she Doesn't need The Bloody Brit or Sealand. She heard the sound of Her Heels agenst the floor, and Felt like she was going to be sick. M-maybe she should've stayed home. This wasn't her place. She Strode up to Spain, Italy, France, and the others. "Why H-Hello." She Curtsied, cursing at herself mentaly for Stuttering. She had been taught better than to stutter! "All of you Probably don't know me, either." She sighed to herself. She was never one for Public Events. Especialy ones that involved dancing.

In her mind, she reminded herself of all the Last Minute Practicing. Breaking in her Shoes, Proper Behavior, And the like. She Couldn't Chicken out at the last minute! "I.." She Closed her eyes for a moment. "My Deepest apologies if I was Interupting anything." She Took a step or two back. Why did she go agenst her better Judgement. A Micronation like herself shouldn't Attend such things as this. And to think She has so much confidence only a few minutes before. 'I sware, I hate it how I can act so diffrently at the drop of a Dime...' Lovely thought to herself, clutching the white dress at her stomach, Feeling like running off to hide from everyone. But no, The Micronation stood her ground.

"Bonjour, Antonio!" The Frenchman called out in greeting and grinned, pleased, as he looked over at the Spaniard. "Ah, Feliciano!" Francis smiled happily at the sight of the Italian, shaking Feliciano's hand back with an amused chuckle, smirking a bit. "Glad you could make it, mon ami." By the look of it, even now the Prom was already going fairly well; there was quite a pleasent ammount of people mulling about, be it chatting, eating, drinking, or dancing.

Francis then reverted his attention to the micronation that had approached the group; he hadn't seen her aroud before, so the Frenchman figured she was new. "Oh, don't worry. You're not interupting anything." The Frenchman purred out in assurance, hand lightly patting the younger nation's shoulder. "I'm Francis, Francis Bonnefoy." He smirked playfully, then motioned to the other's in turn. "He's Antonio, he's Feliciano, he's Manuel, and she's Marina. And you are..?"

Manuel turned to Marina and looked over her shoulder at France. He smiled at her. "It iis alright, there is a crowd growing here anyway. Do not tell me your actually shy to talk to someone?" He raised an eyebrow at her in amusement. She talked, a lot in his opinion. Would that mean he couldn't stand himself sometimes? He thought about it for a moment and it made him chuckle. "Don't worry, just stay here if your that nervous."

After some moments some more students poured into the room. He stood quietly when he saw Antonio enter, but his expression brightened when Italy greeted him. At first he looked different, but with that cheery attitude he became more familiar. The Italian was always one to lighten up the mood. "Yes, she does look lovely.

He glanced at the back of the room for a moment then turned back to his friend. "Hm? Oh, I am not so sure. I am only good a certain dancing, but other than that I have two left feet. I am not very good with anything that takes too much patience." When France introduced the group to the micronation, he raised his hand in a small wave, not wanting to break the conversation.

"Che cazzo.." Chiara muttered under her breath as she fidgeted with the strap of her vibrant red dress, which seemed to have a habit of slipping down her bare shoulder. The Italian loved beautiful dresses, she really did. However, wearing them was a whole different thing. Not only that, but Chiara wasn't necessarily the "prom" type of person. In fact, she hated school dances because she always ended being an awkward wall-flower. Unlike her fratello, who was quite smooth in his social skills, Chiara always usually ended up frustrated, bored, or angered.

As she made her way into the large room, she gulped, the scowl on her face still prominent. Cursing under her breath once again as the shoulder strap fell down, she tucked a stray lock of brown hair behind her ear and took a deep breath. Maybe she would be able to enjoy herself tonight. Maybe make a new friend who wouldn't immediately compare her to her more charming, likeable brother. Pfft. Who the hell was she kidding. Chiara knew that she'd probably just take a shit ton of punch, lean against the wall for a half an hour, curse everybody's existence, and then leave to go home and drain her parent's liquor cabinet.

The Redhead Nodded to The Frenchman as he Interduced her to everyone. "My Name is Reez, Reez Grim. I'm The Micronation of Lovely. it is nice to Meet you all. All of you Might Know my Brother Arthur Or even Sealand." She Curtsied again, only to have The Cute Italian Flirt with her. She Blushed, Raising her hand to cover her mouth as she Giggled. "In Other words, You wish to dance with me, Feliciano?" She Gave him a Flirty wink back, showing him that She wasn't scared to try a few Flirty Tricks. "If so, Lead the way." The Micronation Tucked a bit of her Crimson hair behind her ear, a Smile on her painted Lips. Maybe this wasn't as bad as she thought.

Or Maybe it was that Nasty tasting Punch.... Nah. Reez Was Too smart for that. if something tasted bad, and it wasn't required for her to have it, she would stay away from it.

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OOC: Crappy Post is Very Short D: Sorry For late reply and sorry for Very Flirty Reez *shakes head* Idk what has gotten into me. *Failure*

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@Lovely: Don't worry! She's adorable! :3

"Phew~ I made it."Even though the prom had started hours ago it still seemed that the night was still young when the young state entered the ballroom."Auwe, This Prom looks amazing~ Hehe This is gonna be the best Prom ever." She said as she made her way deeper into the room. Her dress was just a simple white dress that touched the ground with it's embroidered top. She had a hibiscus in her hair and little white pearls in her hair to just match the color of her dress. The young Hawaiian entered the ballroom seeing that many of the students were dancing, and even some of her friends were dancing the night away. She smiled as she saw her best friend, Feliciano dancing with a female show her his Italian love. From there she couldn't see the rest of her friends through out the hall and sighed a little still keeping her smile. With caution she made her way to a table, where she sat for a few moments resting after trying to avoid the dancing couples that seemed to be really putting the swing on their dance."Haha haah...Man, people sure do know how to dance." She then continued to watch as the song continued.

(OOC: I'm sorry for not replying earlier ; A ; I got so busy with other things I totally forgot about the prom. Thank you Ne-chan for tell me~!)

Manuel wasn't at all surprised when the Italian left with someone to dance. He laughed that warm and inviting laugh of his and motioned his head towards the dance-floor when Italy smiled at him. "Just go and dance."

He saw Ayaka enter and make her way to a table. She came in a lovely white dress that immediately caught his attention. He knew her from music class, and she did play the loveliest music. She was always a wonderment to him, considering the times she was so patient and calm with her music and him. She had taught him how to play the violin well in slower notes. Not to mention how sweet she was when she talked and in what she did. It seemed so easy for her to be that way, especially when he knew he couldn't do what she did. 

The teen looked around him, then at the Hawaiian. He stood there with his hands behind his back for a moment, but then walked towards where Ayaka was sitting.

He smiled and gave her a little wave to get her attention. "Hey! I am sure I have seen this señorita before. How are you?" He took a seat next to her, sure that she wouldn't mind in the first place. She didn't bring anyone along with her, so company wouldn't hurt anybody.

"Eh?" The young Hawaiian heard a familiar male voice greet her. She turned to see who the person was to bring a smile to her face."Ah! Aloha Manuel~ It's been so long. I've been good and you?" She smiled as he came to the table to sit by her. She didn't mind for she didn't come with a date, neither did anyone want to sit with her. So she was glad that one of her friends wanted to though. "This is such an amazing prom~ don't you think?" She said to the Mexican with her gentle smile.

CONTINUED FROM THE DINING AREA RP

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Eireann smiled and let her hand lie submissively in the Russian's as they made their way out onto the dance floor. The two were an unexpected pair and were destined to draw at least some attention, but the female, like always, didn't seem to mind as her stilettos clicked proudly against the checkered black and white wooden floor.

{In the background, the song slowly began to shift.}

Once they were out in an appropriate spot, not too far from where Viorica had led Gilbert to dance, she turned to face Ivan, placing her free hand on his shoulder as she had learned to do in so many of Arthur's nerve wrecking dance lessons. She looked up into his amethyst eyes inquisitively. "Are ya ready f--" Her voice cut off as she noticed a sudden change in the song blasting from the speakers. Compared to the classical music that had been playing when she walked in, this was very different yet... much more her style.

{I come over,
Quarter past two.
Love in my eyes,
Blinded by you...}

Her eyes widened for a moment, but soon returned to normal with a rebel's smirk. "Ooh~ Now that was unexpected~ Ya still up fer this, Braginski?" She purred in a curiously teasing manner. She wasn't sure whether or not the Russian was comfortable with more upbeat tunes, but if he was, she was sure to make it exciting for him. Little known to most of her companions, Eireann had an even greater ability at club style dancing than she did at slow dancing. Although, if one studied her figure, they might find that to be more obvious than she let on.

{Just to get a,
Taste of heaven,
I'm on my knees.}

No Irish woman would let slip the opportunity to give off a show - especially one as wild as Eireann Kirkland.

"Hehe...hm?" As the young Hawaiian was making talk with Manuel, she noticed that the Spaniard, Antonio seemed to be waiting for someone. She smiled as she looked and called out to him seeing that he was kinda by himself at he moment. "Hey! Antonio! You seem kinda lonely over there. Why not join us for a chat?" The Hawaiian smiled brightly as she called to him to join them. She hoped that maybe that he could make his night a bit better if he maybe waited for his date or whoever while talking to a couple of friends.

The Frenchman chuckled softly to himself, gaze drifting to the dance floor as he watched the couples dance, a little surprised at seeing Eireann and Ivan being one of the many dancing together. A bit amused, Francis straightened up, glancing once at Marina. "I'll be back on a moment, mon cher." The Frenchman turned slightly, wandering off to the punch bowl. Perhaps it was true; it would be the 'Bad Touch Trio' to start getting drunk off of the spiked punch. Unknowingly, Francis poured two glasses of punch for he and Marina, figuring it was common courtesy for him to offer her a glass, before returning to Marina.

"I brought you some punch, in case you wanted some." The Frenchman chuckled, handing Marina one of the glasses before sipping his own. Finding that the punch tasted oddly sour, the Frenchman shrugged absentmindedly.

While he preferred wine, there was a downside to the fact that he was unknowingly drinking tampered punch; it was wine he didn't get drunk off of. Despite the alarming ammount he'd take of his country's drink, he rarely if at all, became drunk from it. When drinking other alcohols, such as vodka or beer, there was a higher risk of the Frenchman losing his sober demeanor.

This is seriously the first time I've done something like this before, and I personally think it's a horrible start.... I'm sorry if I confuse anyone.. ;u;

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Ivan placed a hand about the Irish's waist and took her hand in his other. The multi-colored dance lights reflected odd colors in his violet eyes; those irise glanced upward in mild surprise as the song changed. This was indeed much different than the music from before; Sure, he was quite familiar with dancing to up-beat music, but the Russian had never really listened to this sort of 'club' music much before, much less ever danced to it... his head tilted ever so slightly, counting the beat for a moment in his head.

One..two..three..four...one..two..three..four...

It was overall a four-four beat... quite an easy beat to dance to...

Ivan lowered his eyes back toward Eireann, flashing her a smile. "Of course." Ivan replied above the music."a'Im Russian. a'I don't back off from unexpected turns of events." He said in a joking tone before the music began.

Ivan took a step back and to the side so he could get a glimpse at the dining area. A quiet chuckle slipped past him.

"Looks like one of d'e Trio's falling for et already.." He mused quietly.

At the last measure of "Onto me," Ivan side-stepped, removed his hand from the girl's waist and rose it. He was still holding onto her hand into his own, yet his last move allowed her to take a look at the dining area while making it look like he was getting ready for the quicker refrain.

Reez Smiled as he took her onto the dance floor. As they started to dance, She Sighed, Feeling quite Comfortable, in the Trusted Hands of This Italian. "Yes, I don't Look like him, But I can Have his Sharp Tongue Sometimes." She soon Had her back facing him, and she Blushed slightly. Soon, the Song stopped, and turned to More 'Club' Type music. Her mind went blank. Iggy had only taught her Ballroom Dancing.... Not... This Bloody Monstrosity.

Well... She Did Listen to this kind of music, but never dreamed of having to dance to it. "Um... Feliciano...?" She Gave a Slight Nervous Laugh. She Looked into his eyes, as if asking how they were going to dance to this Bloody Club Music. Closing her eyes, she listened to the Music. She was Mentaly descyphering the lyrics, She Smiled a little. What a 'pleasant' Little Story behind it.

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OOC: FAILURE IMMA COMPLETE FAILUREEEEE *Fails Posting for Feli* D: D: D:

Eireann did a flawless job at following Ivan's simple dance steps. The closer they got to the refrain, the more excited the sparks in her emerald gaze became. She took a quick look at the dining area while they passed, smirking at the sight of the Frenchman getting into the punch. "So it seems~" She purred, holding onto Ivan's lifted hand and spinning under it with a swift turn of her heel.

It was time for her to start the fun.

{Tell me,
What's the point of doin' this
Every night?}

Eireann followed along the beat picking up the pace and ferocity of the steps. She stepped forward, backward, and right with one foot after the other in a cha-cha like style before sliding in a wide step with Ivan to the left.

{What you're givin' me is
Nothin but a heartless
Lullaby...}

Once the second set of lyrics began, she repeated the steps with reversed left-right directions.

{Gonna kill my dreams,
OH}

After the slide to the right, Eireann took a tight grip on Ivan's right hand, her own right hand stretching out as she made a pivot turn towards his six o'clock.

{This is the last time..

Baby,
Make up
Your mind!}

At the last phrase of the previous set of lyrics, she spun back into his arms, switching her grip to his other hand just before immediately pivoting out to his three o'clock and back in using the same timing pattern.

{Cause I can't keep
Sleepin' in your bed...}

Continuing her flashy moves, the Irish teen stepped up her routine once more by sliding her arms onto the Russian's shoulders, bringing her dangerously close to him. But just as she came close, she bent backward, relying on his strength to hold her up as she leaned backward near to the ground.

{If you keep
Messin' with my head.}

With a smirk, the redhead recovered from her dip and twisted so her back rested up against her partner's body. Swaying her hips to accent her figure, her pale hands slid up from her hips into her ginger ringlets. There, her arms crossed above her head as she returned with a second twist to her original height and position before him.

{Before I slip
Under your sheets,

Can you give me
Something, please?}

During the next phrase, Eireann repeated her steps from the beginning of the refrain - forward, backward, side, slide. However, she added an extra touch by pressing closer to Ivan and swiping one finger under his chin at the end of the lyrical question.

{I can't keep
Touchin' you like this
If it's just
Temporary bliss.

If it's just
Temporary bliss.}

Her steps continued to be the same with the exception of covering much more energy and movement. And to finish up on the repeat of the last line, she spun around a consecutive four times, stopping abruptly by locking her right leg around his waist. Only a moment later, that bold leg struck its stiletto heel into the ground, nearly hard enough to cause sparks on the dance floor.

Heartbeat raised, breathing heavier, and smirk brilliant, the Irish teen was having the time of her life testing the Russian's skills and showing off to her classmates. Hopefully he could keep up and they would give the others something to really cheer about. Her fierce eyes locked with his. The look in those emerald orbs screaming her very thoughts: "Try me, Braginski..."

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SORRY IF THIS FAILS T^T I TRIED TO DESCRIBE WHAT I IMAGINED AS WELL AS POSSIBLE!!

Marina smiled and thanked the Frenchman. She raised the drink to her pink lips and took a small sip from it. It was a little sour for her, but good nonetheless. 

 She then realized how the Hawaiian called Antonio. Marina lowered her glass to her side and looked over to where she was sitting. She saw Manuel and a thought crossed her mind. She settled back and turned to the Frenchmen. "One moment, I need to take care of something..." She looked around for a place to set her glass, seeing that she would have to set it on Ayaka's table. 

The hurried teen stepped carefully towards the table in her green heels. She knew it was a bad idea to wear them for the night, since she hadn't even broken them in. She smiled at the Hawaiian and her brother. She set the glass on the table, looked back over her shoulder, then held Manuel's forearm. "Hola. Sorry, but I need to borrow him for just a moment." She flashed a quick smile at the girl then practically dragged her brother out of his seat. She gripped his arm and led him to the dance floor. She simply made it look like they were dancing by locking her fingers with both of his hands. "It would have been awkward if you and Antonio talked. Wouldn't it?" She laughed somewhat and looked back at Antonio then at the table. "Real awkward...."

Before Marina came to the table, the young Hawaiian frowned a little seeing that the Spaniard didn't hear her. He seemed to be too busy looking for someone. Just when she was about to face Manuel, she noticed a beautiful Mexican woman had come to their table. The young Hawaiian state smiled as did the other as she suddenly took Manuel from the table to the dancefloor."Eh? Ah..sure." The young state didn't really notice any trouble with her taking Manuel. For all she knew, that Manuel could've known the girl. She gave a little sigh as she smiled, watching the two and everyone else have a wonderful time dancing. She soon felt a little thirsty after a while and made her way to get a drink at the punch bowl. When she made her cup she leaned against the wall and smiled with the occasional chuckle as she looked at the couples dance.

Manuel turned as he heard the sound of hurried footsteps. He smiled at his sister, but his expression became one of confusion when she suddenly held his forearm. "Marina, what is this abou-" but he was cut off when he was suddenly pulled out his seat. He stumbled forward but Marina kept a sure grip on his arm. Her strength and persistence kept his thoughts spinning on what was happening. 

They came to a stop and he listened to what she had to say. He smiled a bit and shrugged. "I think so. Actually, I am not sure what we would have done." His gaze followed the tiled floor to the Spanish man, who was coming towards them. The teen accidentally squeezed Marina's fingers between his on instinct, but relaxed his grip when he realized. He furrowed his eyebrows and mumbled an apology then looked at Antonio. It seemed Spain was just as unsure as he if they were 'friends.' "Hola...España."

Bringing it over from the garden

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Holding hands, Yuu and her date Vladimir headed from the garden to the ballroom to meet with everyone else that had arrived. This was the first time Yuu had been at such an event, but she was going to make the best of it. As she walked into the ballroom, she happen to notice a few familiar faces within the room and that each one was having fun. Yuu sat down at a near by table to set down her things down and walk around a bit.

Wow! It's so nice in here. It must have taken a lot of time to set up. I love it.

Yuu was amazed at the decorations and set up that was in the ballroom. She also noticed the fountain in the back of the room that matched the setting. Smiling Yuu decided to go on the dance floor and dance to whatever song was playing. She was good at dancing and happen to notice that some were looking at her as she danced, but it mattered not she was having a great time. She called over Vladimir to come and dance along with her.

Come on Vladimir, let's dance for a bit. If not then I'll guess I'll just dance by myself then. -smiling she called him over-