A/N: Ah, finally I get to write a fic of my favorite Hetalia pairing. I honestly can't get over how cute these two are. :3 Anyway, R&R if you please.

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America stared down at the invitation and read it over for the third time.

"You're like, totally invited to a party at my place, this Saturday, at 9:00 p.m. It's, like, a black tie affair, so dress up or you'll like, totally embarrass yourself! There will be refreshments and plenty of dancing. Oh, and you're like, not allowed to say no."

-Poland

America hung his head. A party? He'd have to wear a suit? And that wasn't even the worst part. He'd have to dance. He hung his shoulders and sat on his couch. Although he was good at a lot of things, dancing was not one of them and going to a party where the world would find that out was definitely not on the top of his to-do list. Sighing he racked his brain for anyway out of it. Faking sick wouldn't work considering he never got sick, and hiding from Poland would hurt his pride. No, it seemed there was no way out of this party short of jumping off a cliff. He ran his fingers through his hair. Maybe he could get someone to teach him. He was a fast learner, or at least that's what he'd been told, and he was sure that someone would teach him and keep it secret.

"France is a good dancer," America muttered to himself, "but he'll laugh me out of his house if I asked him then tell everyone about it. Austria's good with musical things, but we haven't talked in a while…" Slowly, he counted off the others on his fingers, rejecting each one for different reasons. Then it hit him.

England.

England was a decent dancer and, with the right coercion, he wouldn't tell the others about it. He gripped the invitation triumphantly and took off to get a flight to England's place.

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America walked into England's house without knocking and went straight for the library, where he knew England would be taking his tea about now. He was right, of course. When he entered the library, he saw England facing away from him, sipping his tea next to an open book.

"England!" he called, making the older man jump and choke on his tea before he angrily turned to face America.

"America! When the hell did you get here?" he demanded. America smiled.

"Just a moment ago. I let myself in, so I wouldn't interrupt your tea."

"And what did you just do?" England muttered, but America didn't catch it. "What do you want this time?"

"Uh, I just wanted to talk," he said, playing with the zipper on his bomber jacket.

"That's what phones are for," England sighed. "Come sit down with me." America went and sat opposite of England at the table. England poured him some tea and waited not-so-patiently as America added sugar and cream to the drink and took a long sip.

"So what is it?" England asked, exasperated. America looked up, meeting England's eyes, then averting his own down.

"Well, Poland is having a party…" he began

"Yes," England interjected, "I got the invitation today." America nodded.

"Well, there's gonna be dancing there, and, well, I'm not saying I can't but, dancing isn't exactly, I mean…" England held up his hand with an amused look on his face.

"America, are you saying you can't dance?"

"Yep, that's exactly what I'm saying," he replied with a smile, rubbing the back of his neck. England nearly fell out of his chair laughing.

"I was wondering if you'd teach me," America said over the sound of England's laughing. The older man wiped the sides of his eyes with a napkin.

"And why would I do that?" he asked. America had anticipated this reaction and smiled to himself.

"Because if you don't, I'll go to the party dancing like I do, and tell everyone I learned from you when you were playing the part of my big brother," America replied, the smile not leaving his face. England crossed his arms.

"So?"

"So, do you really think Poland would let you live that down? Or better yet, what would France say?" England froze with a cup of tea poised at his lips. Oh God. What would France say? He could hear it now:

"Had he been MY younger brother, he would be able to dance like his graceful big brother."

Or,

"I guess he MUST be YOUR younger brother. He definitely inherited YOUR grace."

The sound of France's smug laugh echoed through his head. The hand that held his tea began to shake. He placed the cup back down on the table and looked to America, who was still smiling.

"Fine. Go situate yourself in a guest room. We start tomorrow."

Ah, how I love this pairing. Anyway, the next chapter should be posted by tomorrow, so keep an eye out. Now that I finish this I get to go read a book for my English class. Fun stuff. :p Anyway, like I said before, R&R. Ta-ta!