Name: Pink Poodle Skirts & Black Leather Jackets
Author: TitanPandora
Main Pairing: Germany / North Italy
Side Pairings: Spain / South Italy, France / England, One-sided America / North Italy, Prussia / Canada
Information B4 Reading:
Greasers: Slum Alphas
Free-Gals: Slum Omegas
Pink Skirts: Soc Omegas
Socs: Soc Alphas
(Socs is Socials taken from the book the Outsiders, pretty much means social rich people)
(This story can also be found on Archive Of Our Own. I will shorten sex scenes in the FF stories, but full verisons will be on AO)
1953. . . America. . . September 12. . . Schools Open. . .
In Phoenix if you drive off to its secluded areas you will find a tiny town called Momi. In Momi everyone knew each other, but that didn't mean they were all nice to each other. The town still had the normal slums and the prospering houses with big fences and gold arches, but there was no such thing as private schools.
The town couldn't afford to create another school so everyone got to go to the public school together. They were super creative with the name and named it St. Momi. St. Momi was a large brickstone building with big windows and many places for students to lounge. Most of the students hung out in the courtyard where they ate lunch, smoked, shared drugs, and defaced the school's statue with lingerie and spray paint.
Just like every morning the school would open its gates and muscle cars and especially motorcycles came through with their engines roaring. At Momi they still listened to the media. Most of the Alphas from the slums would slick back their hairs and work hard on their motorcycles while the rich Omegas spent their money on poodle skirts and new sunglasses.
"I'm telling ya'," An Alpha snarled as he leaned against his car with a cigarette between his fingers and he took a puff, "I went nowhere. It was just me and Lud."
The Alpha winked at the blonde Alpha in his car who had similar slicked back hair and he leaned back lazily. Ludwig Beilschmidt wasn't just poorer than a donkey's ass, but he was extremely smart. Some of the gang liked to joke that Ludwig would do his homework while beating up a Soc while flirting with an Omega.
Ludwig's older brother, Gilbert Beilschmidt, was the leader of the gang. He had white slicked back hair and pinkish, redish eyes hid behind black glasses. The Free-Gals, which was the equivalent of the Greasers, adored Gilbert. Always hanging off his leather clad arm and wanting to ride in the back of his mustang.
Gilbert's best friend Antonio also was also in the gang. He was just a smiley Alpha with eyes that saw the world the way he wanted to see it. If his arm was cut off he would say that having the other arm was a blessing. Messed up with an Omega, there's others out in the sea. Sun will come out tomorrow, right?
Antonio was dating one of the Free-Gals named Lovino. Lovino could be a Socs, he definitely had the money and time, but he found that smoking in the back alley and hanging out with friends seemed much better than his twin brother's sleep-overs where they paint nails rather than dancing and getting drunk.
Lastly in the rag-tag-team was Francis Bonnefoy. A man of many shades, but one thing was certain was that he had a dream of rebelling. Like Lovino, he came from a rich family who gave him everything down to the leather jacket he wore, but he wanted them to notice he was doing something bad. He drank openly in front of them, blew smoke in their faces, broke vases. Nothing seemed to tap them out of their adoring gave of their baby with long blonde hair.
On another note, both he and Antonio didn't slick their hair back. Francis thought to highly of his hair and gel didn't work in Antonio's hair. Believe the Greasers, they tried. From the drugstore they bought a huge container of hard seal hair gel and tried to slick back the wavy curls, but it still stuck up and made him look like some crazy clown.
"We know Ludwig would be at home, I was just wondering if you saw a movie," Antonio chimed as he sat on the trunk of the white mustang with a bright smile as he leant over and pinch Ludwig's cheek, "me and Lovi saw that new horror movie down at the drive-in."
Ludwig slapped the hand away and turned towards the Alpha, "like I'd believe that bullshit. You're a pussy."
The gang let out hollers and Francis slapped Ludwig on the back as he blushed angrily. Antonio only laughed bashfully and rubbed the back of his neck stuttering out some incoherent response to the unholy burn his friend slapped him with.
"You're still so blunt Luddy." Antonio laughed and let out a breath of air with a smirk.
"Damn right!" Gilbert flicked away ash of his cigarette and jumped to the hood joining Francis. "My brother is the awesomest, right!"
Francis and Antonio agreed knowing if they didn't Gilbert would kick them and those steel toe boots hurt when you slam them where the sun doesn't shine.
"Hey, look at that!" Francis cat-called as he pointed to a group of Omegas entering the school from the gates all dressed in their long pink poodle skirts and short sleeve button down with different colored scarfs tied in the way flight attendents would knot them. Of the pink group only one Omega who stood out and that was the slouching one with a cigarette between his lips chatting with a Pink Skirt.
"Lovino! Lovi!" Antonio called excitedly getting the black clad Omega's attention. Gilbert knew that Lovino was a good-looking Omega with a thin stance and hips that you couldn't forget about. This morning he wore tight pants that went to his knees and black flats. His shirt was a button down that showed off his chest because of the knot he made in the fabric and a leather jacket that went slightly above his waist.
Lovino gave them the finger and then turned to his twin brother kissing his forehead and saying something quickly before he gave the Omega his cigarette and ran towards to the group.
Francis watched in amusement as the young Omega sniffed at the cigarette and then recoiled slightly and stuck out his tongue. The swarm of Pink Skirts grabbed his arm and forcibly threw the cigarette to the ground and another girl squashed it before scolding the Omega.
"They are such goodie-two-shoes," Gilbert huffed as Lovino ran past him and hopped up on his car and hugged Antonio and shared a sweet good morning kiss.
"Don't fuck in my car, you gay bastards." Gilbert teased and Lovino only sneered in his direction.
"Seriously, I need to go home in this." Ludwig pleaded as he stepped out of the car and straightened out his leather jacket.
Lovino smile grew devilish, "Maybe i'll just do it, because Lil' Luddy told me not to." he taunted.
Nobody in the gang knew why Ludwig and Lovino despised each other, but the one-sided hate turned into something Ludwig looked forward to. He got some pretty nasty comebacks from the movies Gilbert would beg him to go.
"You two are gross." Francis noted as he walked by with a look of disgust.
"We're not!" Antonio yelled, "come on Lovi. We have to go to class. Mrs. G already hates us."
Lovino only muttered something under his breath, but let Antonio get off the hood and help him down like he was a regal Omega.
The gang stalked into the school, Gilbert being at the front with a wide grin, Ludwig next to him with his stone cold face, Francis flipping a chunk of blonde hair over his shoulder, and Antonio had his arm protectively around Lovino. They casually made their way to their lockers taking out a few books that looked like they needed some repair. (Espically Gilbert's since he used it frequently as a cup holder)
"Lovi?" Came an uncertain voice and the black clad Omega turned around to face his Pink Skirt twin.
Antonio waved at the Socs with a kind smile and Francis winked seductively.
"Leave the poor kid alone." Gilbert warned as he turned back to Ludwig who was trying find a paper he needed oh so dearly.
"What is it Feliciano?" Lovino asked putting a hand on his hip and tilted his head to his side motioning for his brother to go on.
Feliciano was nervous about being around Lovino's boyfriend's gang. His fleet of Omegas always warned him about the Greasers being dangerous trash, but Antonio was a sweet boy who even made dinner for him when their Grandpa went out with his friends and Lovino was running errands.
"M-M-My friends want to go down to mall. Can you tell Grandpa for me?"
Francis laughed behind his hand and whispered something to Gilbert which got him slap and was told to knock it off.
"Hang out with those whores? Feliciano, come on." Lovino scoffed, "Why not you just come with me and my friends. We are going down to the diner you like."
Feliciano frowned, his brother just insulted his well trusted 'friends', but in his head it played the 'why not' record. They all seemed like nice Alphas who would help a little old across the street and then smash a man's head into a wall.
"Why not. . ." Feliciano smiled slightly and Lovino just grinned and ruffled his hair.
"There ya' go. Living in front of the bulldozer we like to say. Maybe one day you can ditch that ugly skirt and put some pants on." Lovino chimed with his hand on his hip.
Before Feliciano could answer he saw Francis slink over to Lovino and put his arm around him. "Nah, he looks cute in that skirt." he offered his opinion with a wink and Lovino elbowed him the side making the Alpha let out a whine and crumple to the floor and Feliciano gasped covering his open mouth with his hand.
"See you later, Feli!" Gilbert called waving as he and the mysterious blonde went to the class and Lovino sent him a smile and waved and went down the hallway with Antonio and Francis, (Francis was being dragged by the back of his jacket)
His hand gripped at the pink fabric of his skirt and he had a surprisingly calm look in his eyes, but before he could skip back over to his friends they were already one step ahead of him by rushing over and grabbed by the arm from his fellow Pink Skirts.
"Did he hurt you?" One of them asked fixing the black bow on the top of his shirt.
"Insult you?" Another asked.
"Can you go?" The last Omega pleaded.
Feliciano glanced over at them and smiled, "Nah, I can't. Lovino said I should just go with his friends. Imagine me with a strong Greaser Alpha."
The Omega let out a dreamy sigh as he swayed back and forth, but he was suddenly grabbed by one of the girls.
"We talk about this, Feliciano." She mumbled and smothered his short sleeve button down shirt. "Greasers are dense, idiots, who enjoy beating up Socs, our boyfriends, plus don't think so lowly of yourself. I heard Alfred from the football team has a pretty big crush on you."
The Omegas giggled together and Feliciano was forced to do the same, but deep down he always wished for someone strong with a big heart. The Socs were heartless, the money they were given blocked their heart while the Greasers were something different.
They experienced heartache, sympathy, even Hell itself! They simply joined together with people who thought and acted like them and created some sorts of gangs. The Socs felt threatened and did the same thing with more violent urges, even Alfred the Alpha who was the sweetest thing in the world.
"I guess I'll see if he is free," Feliciano pressed his hands to his chest with a fake smile. The Pink Skirts started squealing and gasped about how he and Alfred would be the cutest couple in the school, but Feliciano wasn't sold on the idea.
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An Omega was sitting at one of the lunch tables with a book open. He had a rounder face with dark eyebrows and shaggy blonde hair. Dark green eyes hid behind black rimmed glasses as he chewed on his pen. His outfit described nerd by the white button up, green sweater vest, and khakis.
"Little rose~" Came a sing-song voice as hands covered the Omega's face. The Brit let out a little huff and pulled the hands away from his face.
"Fuck off Francis, I'm busy," Arthur Kirkland bristled.
The Frenchman didn't seem to mind the malice in the other's voice and sat down next to him with a smile. You would have to be dead if you didn't know that Francis liked Arthur. If you asked Francis why he liked Arthur he couldn't really tell you, Arthur just intrigued him. The way he dressed, his scent, even the way he nibbled on the top of his pens and would twirl a piece of hair around his long fingers when he gets nervous.
"I know you're busy, little rabbit, why not you shut that dusty book. I need to ask you a quick question!" Francis smiled and Arthur frowned, but his hand slipped from his lap to under the book to close it. Usually, if Francis needed to talk he was all ears, but they were cut off by Alfred F. Jones who was strolling past them with his gang. A smart idea fitting his dense head and he grabbed the red punch from Feliciano's tray and dumped the content on Francis's head.
Arthur gasped and recoiled as the red liquid was poured all other the Greaser. Alfred just simply leaned over resting his elbow on the wet Frenchman's head and smiled down at the Omega who looked furious.
"Hey babe, I saw you needed some help exterminating some frogs, huh?" He laughed and got his friends to laugh together. Of the group was the horrified Feliciano Vargas who ran off when Arthur saw him. Feliciano was a good kid and his brother was one too, they just fled when danger appeared.
"I didn't need your help Jones!" Arthur snapped as he stood up and put his hands on his hip. He glanced down at Francis who was rubbing the drink from his eye. Sympathy filled his scent as his upper lip curled in anger at the Alpha.
"Hey!" Arthur sighed under his breath as he saw Lovino walking over. Next to him was a younger boy wearing a baggy sweater and loose jeans. This kid went for comfort, not style. "Get away from my asshole!"
"Thanks for the ownership, Lovino." Francis grumbled as he pushed the Alpha away and stood up and patted Arthur's shoulder. "Meet me at my car after school, it's important." He pleaded and the Omega nodded numbly.
Lovino reached the table and he was fuming as the comfort child peaked behind the stronger Omega. When Alfred saw who he was, he simply backed up with a look of fear flashing in his eye.
"Leave," the Omega pointed at the door and Alfred was already running out of the room leaving his friends confused, but they simply glared Lovino knowing he was untouchable since he was Feliciano's twin brother which made him royalty.
The Comfort Child sat down at the table and Arthur glanced back at Alfred one last time before lowering himself down slowly and folded his hand, "how did you do that?" he questioned the Omega.
"Oh, I'm sorry for leaving you in the dark," Lovino chimed in, "this is Matthew, he's an exchange student from one of the farther private schools, but more importantly he's-"
"I'm Alfred's twin brother, nice to meet you." Matthew cut Lovino off and stuck out his hand letting Arthur shake it.
"Any friend of Lovino our mine as well." Arthur responded and Matthew smiled back.
"So," Lovino jumped into the conversation, "What did Francis want?"
"I don't know, he just came over."
"Maybe he's finally confessing his love for you."
Arthur jolted in his seat and glared at the sly Omega who was acting like he said nothing. "He was not! And plus he doesn't even like me like that." Arthur's voice seemed to get smaller as his eyes darted away and he blushed twirling a piece of hair around his finger shyly.
Lovino rolled his eyes, "whatever you say."
The doors to the lunch room opened and the Greasers walked in. Gilbert had a paper towel in his hand as he tried to dry Francis's hair, but it appeared to take a pink hue from the red drink.
Arthur gasped dramatically and Lovino looked horrified. Greasers loved their hair and Francis was no exception so seeing him with a head of pink hair that he didn't dye himself looked like something out of a horror book.
"Hey, guys?" Matthew spoke up trying to cheer his friends up. "Do you wanna come over to my house after we go to the diner or whatever. . . sorta like a sleepover?"
Lovino managed to tear his eyes away from Francis's hair and scratched behind his head with a bashful smile, "Sure Mattie, why not."
"Totally, we can be like the Socs." Arthur chimed in.
"Let me braid your hair Artie Partie!" Lovino imitated his brother's voice as he patted at Arthur's head.
The school was certainly gloomy, the Socs were mean, and the Greasers were humiliated, but on this night, Semptember 12, 1953. A Pink Skirt and a Greaser will find comfort in each others arms.