a flash mob at your local Disney // hetalia

at least she said yes

It was a bright and joyful Tuesday morning in Anaheim, California. There was a decently large group in Downtown Disney and in that group was Alfred Jones.

They were all preparing for a public marriage proposal in name of their dear friend, Jamin.

Alfred sat in the middle-right corner where all the techy music stuff were. He was smiling bright as ever, happily warming up on the piano as he prepared to sing.

He saw one of the dancers stand up and go to the center and then, the music started.

Alfred began to play on the piano and sing as the dancer began to dance.

"It's a beautiful night

We're looking for something dumb to do.

Hey baby,

I think I wanna marry you."

Another dancer came in as crowds started to pile in and watch the performance. Alfred saw Jamin lead his girlfriend into the crowd of people. What Alfred didn't see were his fellow nations off to the side.

"Is it the look in your eyes

or is it this dancing juice?

Who cares, baby,

I think I wanna marry you."

The nations looked over to the music source, incredibly shocked to see Alfred singing.
More dancers came in.

"Well, I know this little chapel on the boulevard we can go

No one will know

Oh, come on, girl."

Alfred looked to Jamin once again, seeing as he started to sneakily walk away to join the group.

"Who cares if we're trashed,

Got a pocket full of cash,

We can blow.

Shots of patron

And it's on, girl."

Alfred stifled a laugh as he watched the dancers go free-style for this one bit. Meanwhile, the nations were incredibly confused but some were smiling nonetheless.

"Don't say no, no, no, no-no;

Just say yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah;

And we'll go, go, go, go-go;

If you're ready like I'm ready."

More dancers joined the team.

"'Cause it's a beautiful night

We're looking for something dumb to do

Hey baby,

I think I wanna marry you.

Is it the look in your eyes

or is it this dancing juice?

Who cares baby, baby,