Waltz. [Mexico x Canada]

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THIS HAS NOT BEEN REWRITTEN.
I wrote down beforehand what I would write in this one, but I only followed it 75% there....

Oof.

Mexico || Male
Canada || Male

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"Attention students. There will be a school dance next Friday as an end-of-year party. However, you can only attend if you have a partner and know a classic Waltz. Flyers will be sent out on Monday. Thank you," The speaker then went silent, with everyone else in the classroom quiet as well.

Where was Mexico? He was still at school, and was just about to hand in his Science project before the announcement had happened.

A dance, huh? Too bad I have absolutely no clue on how to waltz... Mexico thought, while handing in his project. It wasn't due until next week, but he didn't want to forget about it.

If you want someone who can salsa, then I'm your country. But a form of waltz, no way... He continued to think as he walked back to his desk, while taking a glance at the clock on the wall. There was only two minutes left before the last period of the day had finished, and it was a Friday.

So Mexico started to pack up his things. He said he would go over to Canada's Residence with him, and the two of them could play Just Dance. But that was before Australia and New Zealand found out. They then demanded that they be included in the game. So what was once going to be a two-person game, turned into a four-person one.

And then America found out. And he invited his boyfriend, Russia, even though he knew fully that the only way Russia would participate was either if you somehow managed to put his pride on the line, or if he was drunk.

And then the four-person game turned into a sharing-turns-game. What fun. The bell then rang and brought Mexico out of his thoughts as he stood up. He said he would meet Canada at his locker, and that they could just walk home. America and Russia were going to go over to Russia's place first (which took a lot of coaxing cause Union-Union isn't that fond of America) and would join them around a half hour later.

Mexico walked to his locker to pick up a few things, then went to Canada's to wait for him. The canadian's last class of the day was Art, and that classroom was located on the other side of the school, meaning he would be a few minutes, but Mexico didn't mind.

"Hey, Mexico!" Canada said cheerfully. He made his way over to his boyfriend and kissed his forehead, causing a slight blush to form on Mexico's face. While the taller country opened his locker, he spoke to the other male. "I have a question I would like to ask you, but only when we get back to my place. Is that okay?" He asked.

"Yeah. No necesitas mi permiso para preguntarme algo," (You don't need my permission to ask me something.) Mexico said, looking up to Canada. "Sorry," The taller country replied, sheepishly. "Eres demasiado canadiense..." (You Are too Canadian...) Mexico muttered. "You don't need to apologize," The Mexican country responded to his boyfriend's apology louder, so Canada wouldn't worry.

He couldn't be any more true, Canada apologized for way too many things. In fact, when he was over at Canada's residence a while back, New Zealand told him that she swore she saw Canada trip over his shoelace and apologize to his shoe. "Let's go, shall we?" Canada said, not really listening to Mexico's sentence of apologies.

Canada put his arm out for his beloved, and the smaller Country gladly took his arm. The two then walked out of the highschool and to Canada's place. While walking, Mexico started to think to himself. I wonder what he wants to ask me... He then thought of different scenarios of what could possibly happen in the next hour.

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Mexico didn't even notice when they got to Canada's place, so Canada had to lightly shake him. "¿Sí?" (Yes?) He Asked, now looking up at the taller country.

"We are here!"

Canada unhooked his arm from his beloved so he could grab his house keys, but that took a moment as they were in his bag somewhere. He finally found them after a moment or two of rummaging through his bag. He inserted the correct key into the lock, and turned.

"Hey, Kiwi, Aussie, Maman, I'm home," Canada announced to his family members that were in the house. Since Australia and New Zealand were still in elementary school, France got off work early everyday so she could pick them up. "Oi, brotha, Kiwi won't touch my spidea' because she thinks it will bite her!" Australia complained, jumping over the couch to get to Canada.

"Would it make you happy if I hold your spider instead of Kiwi?" Canada asked, looking at his younger brother. Mexico had just taken off his shoes and was walking into the living room where his boyfriend and his brother was when he heard that.

He visibly cringed at that statement.

"Nada, your going to touch it?" He asked, walking over to Him and Australia. He made sure to keep his eyes on the spider Aussie had. "I guess. Here, Aussie," Canada said, extending his hand to his brother, so the spider could crawl along his arm. "It's not that bad," Canada said, quickly getting used to the insect crawling along his hand. Canada and Australia were the only countries in the house that didn't mind insects, while everyone else was absolutely terrified of them, America and Britain included.

"Is that better?" Canada asked, giving the spider back to his animal-loving brother. Australia was happy. "Yeaa, thanks brotha!. We're gonna wait 'till Ame and Russia get here, then we're gonna play," The young country explained, walking away to go play with his other animals he somehow got custody of.

Canada grabbed his bag and walked to his bedroom, Mexico following behind. "I can't believe you touched that thing," He said, putting his bag on the floor beside Canada's. "¿A dónde vas?" (Where are you going?) The smaller country asked. "To wash my hands," Was his boyfriend's reply.

A few minutes later Canada walked back into the bedroom, and sat on the bed he was beside Mexico. "There's something I would like to ask you," Canada started, averting his eyes to the floor. Mexico knew that Canada was rather a shy country, so he knew that he would have to coax him to say it. He lifted his boyfriend's head up, and looked into his eyes. "You know you can tell me anything, right?"

Canada had a slight blush on his face, and was nervous if his beloved would decline his request. "Umm, w-would you like t-to go to......" Canada then mumbled the rest, making it impossible for Mexico to hear. "¿Lo siento?" (I'm sorry?) He asked, with a rather soft voice, still looking into Canada's eyes. "Would you l-like to... Go to the d-dance with m-me?" The Canadian country stuttered, his voice still low. His cheeks were pink, and he was visibly nervous.

Mexico thought it was adorable.

So he leaned foward, and lightly kissed Canada. He felt his lover jump out of the sudden contact, but then smiled when he felt him kiss back. When he pulled away, he saw that Canada's cheeks were a dark shade of red, but he was still looking at the smaller country, waiting for his answer. "I would love to, but I'm avraid I don't know how to waltz," Mexico spoke, watching as Canada's face went into shock.

The Canadian country stood up, insanely happy that his boyfriend accepted his proposal. "Well then, I-I suppose I will just have to teach you," He said, grabbing his phone to play some classical music. After picking one, he turned the volume up and put the phone on his bed. He then extended his hand to Mexico.

"May I have this dance?"

The Mexican country accepted, and let Canada show him where to put his hands. When he was all sorted out, Canada then lead him, telling him where to put his feet, and when to change his positioning. He didn't even get mad when Mexico stepped on his feet, and that made the younger country feel a lot better. The song finished, and to include some fun into the dance, he dipped Mexico. The two countries were centimetres apart, and the distance was getting shorter by the second, until they heard giggling.

Both countries turned their heads towards the door, and were very surprised to see Ame, and Aussie peaking their heads into the room, with America's phone on record. Both brothers were absolutely in awe, cooing at the adorable sight before them. "Ame! Aussie! How long have you been there?" Canada asked, lifting his beloved to he was standing upright. Mexico wouldn't admit it unless they were alone, but he missed Canada's arms around him.

"We've been here for a minute or two, but enough to see how cute you two are. And no, I'm not deleting it," Mexico looked like he was going to kill America for recording himself and his lover without their consent. America got the hint and took off, trying to find wherever Russia was, so he would protect him...

Or would he?

"United States Of Amerikaaa! ¡Regresa aquí!" (Get back here!)


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