The ball

It was July 16th. That was they day of the ball. For the past few days Ula has been practicing with Austria, since instead of the music box they decided to use a piano and who plays the piano better than Roderich. It gave off a more 'ball'-esque feel to it. Right now Ukraine, Belarus and Beatrice where helping her get ready. Russia did hear about the ball, but he didn't know the part about Ula singing. They decided to put Ula in tattered clothes for the beggining, because every single time she practiced with Austria, something changed. But when she went all out, forgetting that Austria was there, everything changed, even her clothes. So it didn't matter what she wore, but it gave off a nice illusion. Beatrice was helping out with making the right haircut (REALLY messy) when Ula asked:
- Beata, kaip to manai kas vyksta mūsu pasauly (Beata, what do you think is going on in our world)?
Of course, the two slavic girls didn't understand what they're saying.
- Nežinau. Kad tik viskas būtu gerai. (I don't know. If only everything would be alright).- Beatrice replied.- Štai, jau viskas puiku (There, now everything's perfect).
By the way Beatrice smiled and backed away a bit, they got the idea that Beatrice was done. Ula looked at herself and saw that her wings where gone. Then she fluttered them around a bit and realized that they where under the clothes. She had a light coat, some purple fingerless gloves, a scarf and a weird hat. The rest of her clothes whree rags. She looked at the clock. Not too long before her preformance. She was really nervous.
- Is everything alright dear?- Asked Ukraine.
- Ja, I'm alright (She's going to German lessons and if you know your history then you might know of a treaty between Nazi Germany and Soviet Russia. Ouch. Right in the feels.)- The girl says with a slight Russian accent. Because of (Really) light lessons on Russian by Beatrice (My Russian is horrible. I can prenounce right, but I can barely hold a legitimate conversation. UGH!!!) she had developed a slight russian accent.
- You better now do anything to big brother you hear me?- Said a slightly scary voice. It was Belarus.
- Why would I want anything to do with Ivan? It's just a coinsidence I'm sure of it!- Ula said. She forgot that saying a nation by it's human means a deep bond. Well, that ticked off Belarus, just a tiny bit (NOT).
- Ahem, Ula? Remember about what I told you about nations and human names?- Beatrice reminded in a stern voice, something like Germany's (I can seriously be so much like Germany (I'M NOT A NEAT FREAK THANK GOTT!!!)).
- Oops! Sorry Belarus! It just slipped out of my mouth! I meant to say Russia!- Ula began to freak out a bit. A small knock was heard at the door and when It opened it revealed the adorable country known as Latvia.
- Um, miss Ula? Your preformance is soon.- He said in a adorably shy voice, as if Ula was another Russia.
- Thank you Latvija! I'll be right there.- Ula said as the nation nodded his head and closed the door behind him.
- You better go. We'll try to make you see us.- Beatrice said. Ukraine and Belarus left while Beatrice stayed behind just long enough to hug Ula.
- Sekmės ( Have Luck)- She said. She gave her a warm smile then turned around and leaving the room.
- Gerai Ūla, susikaupk ir viskas but gerai (OK Ula, focus and everything will be OK). She said to herself before going backstage. There Austria was already waiting for her. Than Prussia came on stage.
- Velkom to zhe Summer Ball!- He said. Everyone applauded. As soon as it ended Prussia continued:
- First up, ve have a wunderbar (Sorry if I spelled it wrong) frau all zhe vay from anozher vorld to sing and dance to all of you. She vill be singing "Once upon a December". Now, some ov you might've heard zhis before, but vhat vill happen during zhe song, will make your jaw drop at just zhe pure avesomeness! Her accompanist vill be Austria. Take zhe stage you two!- He walked out of the way. Ula and Roderich bowed and averyone clapped. Once the noise settled down Ula ent into a dancing position and nodded at Austria to show that she's ready. The music started to play and she danced a slow waltz with no one. Then she sang:

Dancing bears, painted wings,
Things I almost remember.
And a song, someone sings,
Once upon a december.

Someone holds me safe, and warm,
Horses prance through a silver storm.
Figures dancing gracefully,
Across my memory.

Soon the music got intense as Ula started to dance more. Russia didn't know what came over him. He felt so attracted to her. He slowly started to go backstage. Once he got there he got to the best part. The transformation. She sang the rest of her lines with all of her heart. Austria's eyes where closed, and Ula was oblivious of everything going on around her. She felt a tingle inside of her but she didn't pay attention. She was to into the music.

Someone holds me safe, and warm,
Horses prance through a silver storm.
Figures dancing gracefully,
Across my memory.

Soon a beautiful icy blue swirl engulphed her and her wings ,that where now angelic, spread out and she looked like Anastasia. All of the nations gasped, while Russia, stood there awestruck. There she was. His little sunflower. Born again, into a Lithuanian girl. Maybe she should treat Lithuania better. When the swirl faded she continued to dance, as if nothing happened. Then other men, probably ghosts, danced with her for little ammounts of time. She sang the rest of the lyrics while she danced.

Far away, long ago,
Glowing dim as an amber,
Things my heart used to know,
Things it yearns to remember.

Even though Ula, nor Austria noticed this, but Russia walked out from back stage and started to dance with her. Suddenly the music became gentle and the ghosts faded away, Ula sang out the next words beautifully.

And a song, someone sings~

Once, upon a dece-ember~

Suddenly Ula and Russia leanded closer to each other untill their lips touched. It was a kiss none of them had before (In Russia's case It was for a LONG time).

Ula's P.o.V

I suddenly felt lips on my own. For some reason, I didn't want to pull away. I suddenly felt a need in me fill that I didn't know needed to be filled. Like, a yearning of sorts. It was a sweet and gentle kiss. It had felt like I had this kind of kiss before, but I didn't kiss anyone up until now. Who's the lucky person to steal my first kiss? It felt like enetnity when I had to break away from my kisser. I opened up my eyes to meet lavender colored eyes. Only a few nations had lavender/purple eyes. They where Canada, Iceland, Norway and......Russia. I looked at the person's face and my eyes widened to the width of dinner plates. I WAS KISSED BY RUSSIA!!!
- Всё хорошо подсолнечник мой (Is everything alright , my sunflower ) ?- He said in his usually happy voice. I picked up enough from Beata to know what he meant. I was panicing. I KISSED RUSSIA I KISSED RUSSIA I KISSED RUSSIA!!!
- E-excuse me!- I turned away and ran out of the hall. I went outside in the back garden. It was beauriful at night. I sat down near a pond, somehow not ruining the dress. I looked at myself at it. I had brown hair, that was freely flowing along my shoulders and back. I had a crown on my head. I looked like a princess. A RUSSIAN princess. Belarus is going to kill me. I started to cry. Over the days, I started to develop a love for England. His messy punk-like hair, his caterpillar eyebrows, his accent, EVERYTIHNG. I wanted to confess to him so badly. I was just scared of rejection. Now there I was, kissing RUSSIA who I didn't even like! What kind of girl am I?! I started to cry even more. I heard light footsteps behind me. It was either Belarus sneaking up behind to kill me, or someone was secretly going to attack me. I don't care anymore. I would rather be dead my now. I then felt two diffirent hands on my shoulders. I looked up and saw Beatrice on one side and another girl on the other side. She had chocolate hair that seemed to be literally melted chocolate on top of her head. She wore a green maid-like dress. I've seen her around Austria before. I never got her name though.
- So you're supposed to be princess Anastasia?- She said. I nodded.- I'm Hungary. A pleasure to meet you. Austria told me about you a bit. You real name's Ula correct?
I nodded again. I looked back at the pond and saw Hungary, me and...... someone else. There was a girl similair to Beatrice, only she had much shorter hair and didn't have glasses. I looked at my other side and sure enough Beatrice was there. I looked at the pond the third time, and I saw three flags. A russian flag where my reflection was, the hungarian flag where Hungary's reflection was and a french flag where "Beatrice's" reflection was. I then heard her gasp once she looked at the pond. Beatrice moved around a bit, and her reflection was cladded in old French knight armour. She had a sword in a sheath near her right hip.
- Mon Dieu (My God).....- She whispered. I wasn't surprised, as Beatrice did know a bit of french. Her ears and tail looked like they where burnt.
- What is going on?- I heard Hungary ask. Me and Beatrice shrugged. Suddenly Beatrice's side was engulphed in flames and she started screaming. I stood up on my feet and Beatrice looked like she was in pain. It looked like she was being burned by an invisible force. Me and hungary where shocked. WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON TONIGHT?!

Beatrice's P.o.V

I started screaming at the top of my lungs. My entire body felt like it was on fire. I started to see visions of what looked like 14th-15th century France. I could tell by the old buildings and the way the people dressed. I could've sworn I saw a familiar voice calling out to me. It was thickly accented with french. I tried to look past the flames and saw a familiar bunch of blonde hair. It was Francis.
- JOAN!!! JOAN!!!- I kept hearing him say. Or, yell to be exact. I couldn't reply back. I wanted to, but I couldn't. My body was too focused on the burning pain all over my body.
- Je suis désolé, Francis- I say as everything turned to black. When I woke up I was in a bedroom. It wasn't one that I saw before. I looked around and saw a red rose on the bedside table. I knew only one person , or nation, that is associated with Roses. France. Then the vissions started to get back to me. I repeated the only line that I ever said:
- Je suis désolé, Francis.
- What do you mean, mon ami?- I heard a voice right next to me. I whipped my head around faster than you could say anything. I was met with saphire blue eyes that looked similair to mine. Only, mine where crystal blue. I then felt a pain on the back of my neck.
- Easy, mon ami. You hurt yourself pretty bad last night.- France said as he helped me back on the bed. During the days I got closer to France (Not TOO close). I realized we had more in common than we thought.
- Merci, France.- I say. He smiled.
- I like it when you speak in my language.- He said.
- Shut up you frog.- I reply back with a british accent. I like to bother him by being Iggy for a sentince. He just laughed his usuall 'Ohohon~' laugh. O sole mio can I get out of here already? I don't know why but france would act weird sometimes. Like when he makes an innuendo or a suggestive gesture, I catch it and stop him. I already told him about my past, and from then on he didn't bother me sexually. Thank Gott. I heard a knock on the lower floor.
- Be right back.- France said as he walked away. I decided to look around a tiny bit more. I saw taht I was still in my clothes (Thank Dio for that) so I decided to go downstairs. I stopped in my tracks as I saw a familiar tuft of brown hair. No...... No! Why would Toris want to come see me?! After all that I did..... WHY?! I was having a mental argument with myself. I then heard my name roll off of Francis' mouth and I started to pay attention to what they where saying.
- C-can I please see her? I really want to tell her something important.- Liet said. France looked at him with sympathy, as if knowing what Lithuania meant. My heart started to flutter and my cheeks felt warm. even after all those days, I still love him. I then saw France taking a step back and I ran to my room. I quickly hid under the covers and acted asleep. I then felt weight shift and I felt someone get a hold of my hand. I knew that this was probably Lithuania's hand. He sighed.
- O Beatričė. Kas žinojo, kad tu iš tiesų esi Žana D'Ark? (O Beatrice. Who knew, that you're actually Joan D'Arc?)- He said in a voice that I wanted to melt with instantly. I felt a sad gaze upon my face. I remained to have a pieceful face.
- Dabar tu dabar mylėsi Prancūziją. Tu esi jo didvyrė. Nu, buvai bet vis tiek. (You'll love France now. You are his heroine. Well, you where, but still.)
His voice cracked a bit at the end. I was on the verge of tears. I wanted to hug him so badly, but I remained still.
- Aš noriu tau kažką labai svarbaus pasakyti. (I want to tell you something really important.) - I felt weight shift and I felt Toris' hot breath against my skin.- Aš tave myliu. (I love you.)
I felt lips on mine. I immediately started to kiss back. it held love, need, sadness, jealousy. I could feel that Lithuania was jealous. He was jealous of France, because he thought I love him. He sadly pulled away and I could feel that he was looking at me.
- Aš tave myliu Beatričė. Niekada tai nepamiršk. (I love you Beatrice. Don't ever forget that.) - He said as I felt him leave.
- Toris?- I say sleepily as if I just woke up.
- You're awake?!- He said back in shock. I nodded.
- Did you mean it?- I ask. He nodded. I gave him a gesture to come over. He did and I held his face close.
- Aš tave irgi myliu. Aš jau tai tau sakiau. (I love you too. I already told you.)- I say as I pull our faces closer until the space beatween us is gone. We both relaxed as I ran a hand through Toris' hair. It was suprisingly silky smooth.

No one's P.o.V

France stood in the doorway, watching the tender moment. He was so happy for the two. but he couldn't help but feel a weird sensation. He felt.... Lonely. He then thought of a little thing, none of them knew. He smirked, little white shapes appearing from his mouth. He thought of how he would make that girl scream his name, for all the world to hear. He wanted to make the little innocent girl scream in pleasure. He opened his eyes again and they where a piercing gold color. He then dissapeared completely, the little gorl, not knowing what, or who, was after the sweet blonde.