Masquerade~ {Prussia and Monaco}

Axelle wove through the thick crowd with a grin of wild exhilaration on her face. This party was amazing. The pure excitement of the night was definitely getting to her. She couldn’t help it, though! She’d always loved parties and masquerades… the possibilities were endless. The people were unknown and she could be as audacious as she wanted all behind the guise of an anonymous lady. It was perfect!

And she loved her costume…! A dazzling pink ball gown with sparkling rhinestones all over it. It was amazing. Her mask was a muted pink with rhinestone dots on the edges of the mask. A pink flower was ran up the side, surpassing the mask itself. She felt beautiful and mysterious. It was like a strange high. She couldn’t help the giddy smile that lit up her face, it was inevitable. Now all she needed was someone to dance with…

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Derp... Sorry the first post is so short!

Francis and Antonio had been talking about the Party for weeks now. The three of them often would go to parties together but tonight was something the two had told him would be special.

A masquerade Ball.

Now Gilbert was not a fan of being anonymous, he liked for people to know when entered a room. But his two friends had insisted he wear a mask, it was the dress code after all. Francis and Antonio had had their costumes specifically made for the event and if it wasn’t for them Gilbert would of ended up with nothing to wear. While his friends had elaborate costumes, Gilbert has simple but well cut white outfit with a mid length white coat with black accents and a matching white and black mask. Of course no masquerade outfit was complete without a hat and the three pointed black hat sat proudly on his head. If you did not know it was Gilbert under there you might just mistake him for dashing.

Once they had entered the party Francis has quickly found the company of some young ladies and Antonio too had soon run off to mingle. Gilbert took a drink from a waiter and looked out onto the dance floor nostalgically. He had not been to such a formal event since he attended them with Old Fritz but he still remembered how to dance even from so long ago.

He wondered if the old man was watching over him right now as he watched the familiar dances of the young couples. He didn’t want to let him down!

He looked around for a partner to dance with and his head stopped when his eyes met with a pretty woman who seemed to be smiling in his general direction who seemed to stand out from the crowd. He smiled instinctively back at the other and as if he had for once remembered his manners, most likely due to the thought that Old Fritz may be watching, he tipped his hat lightly then took a sip from his glass.

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Sorry my reply was so late and long ='D

Axelle scanned the room for her brother and when she couldn’t find him on the sidelines anywhere, she of course, assumed her was in the middle of the room, amongst the throng of dancing couples. Truth be told, Axelle didn’t have a great many friends, or a great many friends that were there in the room especially. Normally, that fact would have bothered the young girl but this was different. This was a bona fide party. Even if she did have friends at a party such as this caliber, they would have done the ‘proper’ thing, and instead of standing by the wall, they would have gone off to find a man to dance with, of course. She supposed that was the proper thing to do.

Nonetheless, that was the very reason that France invited her. He said that he wanted her to mingle with the crowd there. Probably also because it would be easier to keep an eye on her and make sure she didn’t do anything. Then again, regardless of the reason why her brother wanted her there, she wanted to be there. Perhaps go dance with a nice young man, show her brother that she could be among his friends and that she could serve as a young lady of the court, or whatever. With that thought on her mind, she began looking for someone to dance with. Now, it wasn’t that she was picky except that… she was picky.

Her eyes glanced from male to male, she found something wrong with all of them; until she locked eyes with a man in only black and white. When he tipped his hat, her heart began to beat a bit faster, and a light blush dusted her face. Her mind scrambled for the correct procedure in this situation and she ended up giving a polite nod of the head and a tiny curtsey. Her head was still racing however, did she move towards him, did he move towards her? All of the times France had told her of this just flew out of her head. Rules be damned, she decided! She was modern… With that thought in mind, she began to weave through the crowd, (difficultly in her big dress), towards the man in black and white.

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No problem at all!

When the unknown woman in pink returned his attention with a nod and a curtsy, his smile widened slightly into a curious grin. He wondered if he knew her, he was about to go approach her when he noticed the other slowly making her way towards him. He didn’t know of any other nations besides Antonio and Francis that would be here, a human girl..?

He played it cool and allowed her to approach him, he seemed calm and confident to those who could see him.. But he was using the time to think of something to say when she reached him. ‘Ah! Old fritz much be watching over me after all!' He thought to himself. He runs through quite a few things to say to her when she reached him ‘Fancy you meeting awesome me here tonight’ would that work? He thought to himself. Damn.. Francis made this look so easy! Awesome me cannot be nervous! A-ah shit… this is why Antonio and Francis always went to parties together with him… he needed his wingmen! But they could not been seen.. Francis and Antonio were oddly hard to find when you were looking for them. But he was the awesome Prussia! He could handle talking to anyone. Why did he feel so nervous? It defiantly was not because he was shy.

He watched the woman cross the floor, getting closer. He started to notice more things about her now, her eyes were a dazzling blue, she walked with grace even in such a big dress that must have been difficult to weave through the crowd surely.., that determined look on her face mixed with excitement… his mind went a little blank as she was about to reach him and his heart skipped just that little amount faster.

When she had closed the gap he just smiled for a moment then mustered the ability to speak. “Evening….~” Oh come on! Say something more then that! He thought . “Were you looking for a dance~?”

Axelle was somewhat happy of the trouble it took to get through the crowd, and somewhat happy of her manners and big dress for making her take it slow and smile and apologize to everyone that she bumped. However, the other side of her was cursing herself in her head. She probably looked like a bumbling idiot; a clumsy, bumbling idiot with big feet and not an ounce of grace in her body. Her mind was trying to focus on two things at once, both her own walking through the crowd and the protocol for when she finally got through the crowd and approached him!

If her mind was racing before… Not to mention, at a masquerade! Surely, Francis had never gone over this with her! Was she even allowed to talk? She heard conversation around her, but this was different…! After a moment’s consideration, she figured out that she needed to talk, she certainly wasn’t… experienced enough to flirt via only body language. The man In question looked so distinguished, as well! That only made her more nervous, such confidence! He’d probably been in this situation dozens of times. A fleeting thought in the back of her mind stated he seemed familiar, but she paid no heed. It was probably just nerves.

As she finally came to stand in front of him, she smiled back and then she curtsied again, if only just to hide her blushing face. Her mind rushed to interpret his words, both to hear them themselves and then to figure out the best way to respond. Was she looking for a dance? Her mind snapped back to reality, of course she was. She smiled, in a way that she hoped was rather coy before nodding her head, “Indeed I was, mo-… sir.” She halted herself from using her French, blushing again. She’d been trying to break that habit… Her eyes, which had been averted to the floor, or rather, her dress went back to meet the gentleman’s and she smiled again.

As the woman smiled up at him and accepted his offer in that sweet voice of hers he felt himself swell with pride and confidence. She said yes? Of course she said yes! What sane person would not say yes?
He placed his drink down on the table with a smile and offered his hand to the young lady, knowing better then to ask for a name or say his while at a masquerade ball. He had watched his friends do this plenty of times.. He was perfectly capable of being mysterious and suave just as well as they could be.

As he lead her out onto the dance floor past all the other masked and dancing couples an excitement started to build up inside of him. He found a nice spot and moves into position, placing one hand on her waist and then takes her hand with the other. He waited for the right moment before moving into the dance, people never really expected it of Gilbert but he was quite a good dancer especially when he wanted to impress somebody or not let them down. Unlike a lot of older nations, he still had that youthful and strong personality and there was no way in the world you could make the Prussian slow down unless he wanted too.

He grinned confidently down at her, the mask helping him keep his composure. She was so pretty now that he was able to see her up close and he too had an uncanny feeling that he had seen this woman somewhere before. . His grin started to soften as they started to dance. This woman had singled him out in a crowd, had approached him, had appreciated his awesome company, she deserved nothing more than his complete and utter attention.

Axelle felt a light blush cross her face and took his hand, as well as she could, (was she shaking?), following him out to the dance floor. The entire walk was filled with anticipation. She hadn’t danced in quite a bit and she hoped that she’d be a little more graceful then she’d been in the past few minutes. If she stepped on his foot, she would just die of embarrassment.

The dance about to begin, she drew herself up a little bit taller, straightening up, and placed her other hand on his shoulder. She began to follow along with the dance, almost effortlessly, and felt enormously proud at how much ease she was having. She began to get into the dance more, thoughts of embarrassing herself flowing to the back of her mind.

Gazing up at the man in front of her, she observed and almost inspected him. His hair was quite distinct and she could have sworn that she’d seen this man before. Was he… one of France’s friends? An erratic thought crossed her mind. What if France had put him up to this… A frown tugged at the corners of her mouth, but shook the thought. Even if he did… She was dancing… and… Great. The seed of doubt had already planted itself in her mind and as hard as she tried to erase that stubborn frown, she couldn’t.