A/N chill! okay! this is from my DA account, sakurafuubuki21 3
I just want to share fanfics here 3
f/N)(M/N)(L/). The daughter and heiress of the (l/n) company. The girl who was known by many due to her flawless appearance and mind. But as you look through her fragile-like face on the outside, her insides are tough and bitter. The ones who messes her up gets messed up big time.
And she, gets what she wants.
"High school huh?"
You're a freshman, you're still new on Gakuen Hetalia and yet you were already popular. Students were walking out of your way and you know why. You're stinking rich and you'll get what you desire.
Walking on your way to your next class, which is (2nd f/subject) you sensed a presence on the hallway. Someone was right behind you. Curiously, as you turned, you saw his perfectness.
His violet eyes were serious as you awed at him. You had to hold yourself back from kissing his luscious pink lips you desired. His blonde hair was just so perfect as you saw his white cross clip.
He was just so magnificent and perfect to describe in the first place. But there was something wrong. He looked so... So... So cold and mysterious.
"What are you staring at?" his melancholic voice echoed in your ears while your spines shivered at its tone.
"At your face. I'm thinking about your name," you said as students came and surrounded you two. They buzzed and gossiped silly words you can't understand.
"Ah. You must be the famous Lukas Bondevik, the icy-cold one who uses his monotone voice," you said coolly like you were talking to someone you knew already.
You knew him ever since you entered the school. He was told to be a heartless student who steals hearts and breaks them with his harsh voice. And by your opinion, the rumors were right.
"That would be me. And do I know you, miss freshman?" he replied as students gave "ohhh"s and "burrrrrn". His words somehow hit your ego and you hated it. You're too rich to be stepped by anyone.
"Oh you will, Mr. Bondevik, you will, since I'm Mr. (l/n)'s precious daughter," you said, stepping in front of him. Your red lips smirked seductively as your (e/c) eyes looked at his face. (f/n) walked through the crowd as they gave you a way.
"How can you be so sure of that?"
You turned and smiled wickedly at him. "Because I get what I want,"
4 months passed by, and you're popular than ever. From the principal down to the students, they all know you. And they were afraid to lay their fingers at your majestic appearance.
And yes, Lukas knows who you really are.
The school was having the annual festival. Class 1-A (the class you are in) was holding a confession booth and your classmates were really into it. They imagined that it will be perfect for the others (especially to the girls) to say their unrequited love to the ones they love.
You were simply dressed in your school uniform as you saw your friend Mathias Kohler observing the poster your class made. "Hey Mathias,"
He turned and smiled at your presence. "Ah, miss (f/n). I see that you are having a confession booth. Tell me, is this a way of telling your emotions to me or to Lukas?"
He laughed as your face blushed severely. It was your time to turn and you immediately covered your face.
Well sure, you hated that ego-tastic man so hard, but still, you fell in love with him. He doesn't show his feelings, and this includes his emotionless face. He is the student body's Vice president and he knew what must be done in his place.
"Shut up you stupid dane!" you shouted at him as you strangled him with his tie. His face turned into the shade of blue as you felt he had enough threats from you.
"D-don't be so serious (f/n). I was only kidding. Unless-" his words were cut as you pulled his tie.
"Don't you even dare finish your statement,"
He sighed and pushed himself away from you. "Yeah sure. And you're scaring the freak out of me,"
"Am I Mathias?" He nodded. You laughed and stared at the look of your friend.
"Anyway, I want to ask you a favor," you said while his face came closer to his, interested at your request. "And this includes your VP friend,"
"What is it?"
"Drag him in my class, right now"
Mathias did dragged his friend in your classroom. And Lukas, well, being himself, stayed emotionless and mysterious. He just sat on a table as he looked at a book.
You were trying to listen to the girls you payed you for using the booth (which is your classroom) and confessed their undying love for the opposite gender.
The words they used were mushy and sweet. But still, you find them useless and pleading. It's like they wanted the guys to love them back so bad. They're just so hopeless.
You didn't notice the time and the sun was already setting down. You scribbled some doodles on your (f/c) notebook and got up from your seat. Some of your classmates went home already and you were still there.
Then it hit you..
Lukas was still in there!
You calmed yourself and breathed. Sure you called Mathias and have him drag the monotone-user to your classroom, and you even planned confessing to him. But you felt like it was a big deal. Like everything matters on the words you'll be using.
Like your life is on the line.
You had no choice. You made him wait for 6 hours in there, so why leave him like an idiot waiting for nothing?
Your hands trembled as you held on the doorknob. Sighing in defeat, you opened it and entered the small room, exposing the man. He was sweating, yet, he sat so still on the chair.
"You wanted to talk to me?"
You walked in front of him as he stood up. He stared at you, coolly. You flinched at his face while you stepped back. "Yes,"
Lukas then again sat on his seat. "What's the big deal anyway. Hurry up, I have a meeting after 30 minutes,"
Hurt, you stood up firmly and gripped on your notebook. "I hate you so much,"
He looked at you with seriousness. "I know,"
You were in the state of shock, but you kept it in and got your cool. "Wouldn't you ask me why?" He nodded, signaling you to continue.
"You look so suave and cool, and I hate your perfectness. You're just someone who knows what he does and what he thinks,"
You walked in front of the bulletin board, looking at the papers. "And I hate you, for making me fall in love,"
(f/n) heard the man stood up, and you felt a spark of hurt inside. What was he going to do now?
He coughed. "Thank you..." and then, you turned to him, but he was already in front of the door. His grip on the knob was tight yet somehow caring.
"But I'm sorry," And he went out...
Why did you even humiliate yourself in front of him?
(After 8 years)
"(f/n)! (f/n)! Hey (f/n)!" A shout was heard throughout the (l/n) mansion. It was her friend, Mathias Kohler. He changed quite a bit, but still being the tall, immature one of the alumni of Gakuen Hetalia.
Rushing footsteps were then followed by a female figure. Her (h/l) (h/c) slightly curled on the end and her lashes were long and dashing. She was still pretty, and her (e/c) eyes were still burning with toughness and with a little dash of hope.
"What is it Mathias?!" you hollered through the hallway of your huge home. You were still in your pajamas, and he was wearing his goofy smile as always.
"You didn't tell me you were going to be married!" he said, dramatically wiping off his manly tears. You froze but got your conscience back.
"What are you talking about? I am single, I am not seeing a man right now and you're here shouting I am engaged! Are you nuts?!" you said as your hands smacked his rock-hard head.
"Well it was stated here on the newspaper," He reached out a rolled newspaper as you got it and read the headline:
Daughter And Heiress of (l/n) Company, Engaged!
Mrs. (l/n) stated that she had arranged a marriage for her daughter, Miss (f/n) (l/n) to a mystery man. He will be known by the public on the 23rd of September in their business interview.
You stood and stared at the newspaper. You had no idea. You were going to be married to a guy you don't even know.
"Hey (f/n) you okay?" Mathias said, and you hit him on the head. Your hands were gripping on the paper with full force.
"I AM ENGAGED?!"
"And I am your fiance, Miss (f/n)," a familiar voice made you and Mathias turn around. He was there, still the man you fell in love with and ignored your feelings. His blond hair was clipped on the side. His face still emotionless. And his eyes were still cold yet somehow caring.
You shook your hand as Mathias held your shoulders.
"NO! NO! NO! My nightmare's in front of me! NO! I don't want to be engaged! Especially to you!," you cried out as he stepped closer.
"How did this happen? How, and why?! Why him?! Why Lukas Bondevik?"
a/n
reader-chan is rich here~ and your fiance is Norway~ 3 hozahh!
Anyway, I have to sleep, so tah tah~
