Stop following me. (second spinoff of never leave you alone)

chapter six.

A wet little tongue woke (y/n) the next morning, Hanatamago was licking the girl's face as Finland chuckled at the puppy.
"Good morning Hana.", the silver haired female yawned, "good morning Finland."
"Hyvää Huomento pikkusisko.", the Finn smiled back and accepted the kiss on the cheek from his sister, "Denmark is on cooking duty this morning."
"Should I be worried?", (y/n) asked and the Violet eyed Finn laughed.
"Not unless you're trying to diet.", Finland smiled and waved as he walked out of her room, "wear something that is a bit formal."
The silver haired female brushed out her hair and put on the snowy white dress she brought with her, it fit her nicely and showed off her curves well.
She was actually much more attractive than she realized, she never seen herself in anything other than baggy clothes. Fancy was new to her.

Denmark about choked on his coffee when he saw his sister walk down from her room, she was cute in that dress.
"Sweden even looked a bit impressed, "you look nice lillasyster."
"You do too.", (y/n) smiled and sat down for breakfast.
He had his official dress on for the ceremony, as did Finland.
Both looked really nice.
Breakfast moved fast, Iceland and Norway squabbled about Iceland not calling Norway big brother.
"(Y/n) does it.", Norway said to the Younger brother.
"Because she doesn't know better.", Iceland said back with a bit of an additude.
The said female giggled at their argument.

Finland and Sweden took the female to the car and went to Stockholm for the party.
They were early so they helped to set up and introduced (y/n) to some of the people Sweden knew, the government workers were a bit surprised at the sister but relaxed after the girl showed how kind and polite she was.
More people showed up and festivities went underway.
The silver haired female kept mostly to herself but would smile and chat if someone spoke to her, all while Finland or Sweden kept an eye on her.
After a while, it was time for the feast.
The splendid meal was accompanied by music and polite talk between the guests.
(Y/n) sat between her brothers and sipped her drink, the nonalcoholic beverage was slightly sweet and pleasant.
The food was just as delicious as it looked.
Finland looked a bit upset.
"What is wrong Finland?", (y/n) asked her Finnish brother.
"I keep wanting to drop some food, but then I remember that Hana is not here.", Finland answered, "I keep having to catch myself."
The silver haired female giggled, "you're so sweet to think of Hana right now."
The Finnish male smiled, "joo, I guess so."
Sweden smiled and patted her head, "and you are kind to think of him."

People started moving to another room and (y/n) looked around, "what is going on?"
"Time to dance.", Finland answered and stood up before bowing to (y/n), "dance with me pikkusisko?"
The red-violet eyed female smiled and took his hand, "Ja. I would love to."
The Finnish male pulled her to the Ballroom and wrapped a arm around her torso, "are you leading or me?"
"Lead on isoveli.", (y/n) smiled and followed the Blonde Finn's footsteps.
"You're surprisingly excellent at this.", Finland teased, "did you study?"
"Is this a test?", the female poked right back.
The Finn smiled, "if it was you passed."
Sweden watched as his two siblings danced, he was not much of a dancer or social.
A bit of ginger caught his eye, across the sea of people was a man who looked like him.
The swede could see that the ginger male was not facing him but had most of his face turned away from him, the man was talking to someone shorter than him.

The music stopped and it was time to change partners, Finland sadly let his sister dance with a noble as he danced with another girl.
Sweden had lost sight of the ginger male but wanted to tell Finland what her saw, he had to warn Finland and (y/n).
The silver haired female was switched off with a few more males before she was caught by a male in a deep blueish-violet coat, the music started again from the last dance and the two danced.
"You look lovely.", the deep Swedish accent of her partner caught (y/n)'s attention.
The other nobles she danced with had flinched or said something rude about her scars, but this man said she was lovely.
"Takk.", the red-violet female said to her dance partner.
The tall man looked almost exactly like Sweden, but his hair was ginger and his eyes were blood red with a strange look in them.
She was so caught in his red eyes that she did no realize that he had led her away from the other dancers
The male leaned down and bit her in the crook of her neck, the sharpened teeth sunk into her flesh like it was soft butter.
She let out a piercing scream that was soon muffled by his hand, the blood from the bite ran down her neck and stained the dress.