I'm a little hesitant to put anything Hetalia up since the fanbase kind of scares me... but I don't care anymore. xD Hate comments will be ignored and so on.
Hetalia belongs to Himaruya. Characters do as well.
Warning: Pairings seen now will not be seen later. The following chapters might include content that is ideologically sensitive. There might be some OOC but I'm quite certain it's not as horridly OOC as most other fics I've read... Translations are bound to be inaccurate (save for the Spanish). Smut content is undetermined... Definitely strong hintings for now...
Customers went through his line with indifference and he too shared their expressions. It was a long work day for Gupta and knowing he had a date planned for after work did not help pass time quickly. He continuously glanced at his clock and the door to the store, waiting for his shift to end. When only minutes remained a drowsy young man entered the store, sitting on the ledge used for bagging. He gave Gupta a wave and the other returned it, switching off his line's light. He finished ringing up the last few customers in his line and then headed for the back of the store, removing his uniform. He changed into his casual wear, clocked out, and then headed back to where the other waited.
"Sorry for the wait, Heracles." Gupta murmured, giving the other a chaste kiss on the cheek.
"It's fine, no wait at all. Still half an hour before the movie starts." His hand came around his waist to rest on Gupta's hip.
"Oh? We're going to a movie?"
The couple left the grocery store, walking on the sidewalk. They chatted a bit about various going-ons in their days apart until they reached their destination. Heracles took Gupta's wallet and went to get the tickets for their movie. When he returned they headed straight for the counter and he used more of Gupta's money for a drink and popcorn.
"Do you want anything, Gup?" He asked and the Egyptian merely smiled, shaking his head.
They headed for their theater and settled in seats in the middle. Away from couples 'hiding' in the back yet far enough from the screen to watch without straining their necks. Heracles settled first and set his drink in the cup holder whilst Gupta checked the time, turning off his phone once he had. They had arrived in the theatre just as the opening credits started. The couple leaned on one another and trained their eyes to the screen.
The movie Gupta had been taken to was one of the few decent 'box offices'. A romantic comedy that took place in Heracles' homeland of Greece. The Egyptian hardly watched anything or involved himself in what was popular. He liked to read many things, mostly from the past. However he enjoyed his dates with the Greek. He was actually beginning to enjoy the film. The he heard what he was waiting for-a snore. He sighed softly and rested his hand in his boyfriend's hair, waiting for the credits to roll.
"Wake up, Heracles." He murmured, lightly tugging his hair. "The movie is over."
"Hmn? Oh… Sorry I fell asleep." He yawned and sit up, pulling the slim, frail hand from his hair. "Alfred had one of his parties yesterday."
"Yes, I heard from your father…" Gupta grabbed Heracles' trash. "So… the night was good for you then?"
"Yeah. Probably the best guy yet."
"I see… How long did he last?" He could not help that his grip tightened on the cup of ice.
"It was average though I'd blame that on the alcohol in his system." They headed towards the exit of the theatre. "Pretty sure he was a virgin too. They're always pretty meh." He tilted his hand.
"A virgin?" Gupta stopped dead but then continued along as though he had not and then scoffed. "I doubt a virgin would want to sleep with you. No matter how drunk."
"S'agapó*, Gupta. If it offends you then no more virgins." Heracles murmured, pulling him towards him by the hip.
"I would appreciate it…" He sighed, "Ana bahibbak.*" and then kissed his cheek.
"Okay. Now for some food." He winked and left the theatre, leading Gupta down the sidewalk.
They arrived outside a rather fancy restaurant-fancier than any restaurant Gupta had visited. His dull forest green eyes scanned the front, easily recognizing an Italian theme. He grabbed the other young man's arm, thankful that it did not require fanciful attire. They waited to be seated, all the while with Gupta looking around in slight awe. They were finally taken to a seat towards the back by an all too familiar face. Gupta hid his face behind Heracles' shoulder until the menus were set on the table. He then slid into his seat, hiding behind the menu. However he had not been quick enough.
"Heracles, Gupta! Ciao!" The bubbly Italian waiter greeted them with his usual grin. "I see you two are still close friends!" To that Gupta merely nodded, refusing to look at him.
"Can I just have a water?" He murmured.
"I hope you plan to eat too." Feliciano chirped. "I'd be happy to make the dish special for you."
"I don't think that will be necessary…" He replied with a hint of a groan.
"What wines do you have available, Feli?" Heracles took attention off his date easily, allowing the Egyptian a chance to actually analyze his menu, tuning out the other two whilst they reminisced about 'happy' high school days.
"Feliciano… do you use a lot of salt in your dishes?" Gupta inquired once the young man had returned with his water and a bottle of wine.
"Which one?" He made to lean over him to look at the menu but stopped, recoiling slightly.
"I think I'll just go with your garlic herb spaghetti…" He sighed at the motion.
"Okay. We'll go light on the salt, just for you." Feliciano smiled and turned to Heracles.
"I'll have the same, please." Feliciano took Heracles' menu and then headed back to the kitchen.
"He didn't take my menu…" Gupta grumbled.
"… Maybe he forgot." Heracles sighed and took the menu from his boyfriend. "Stop thinking so hard on how everyone acts around you. Feliciano was the good brother. He never once made fun of you like his older brother."
"No. He pitied me instead while secretly avoiding any contact with me." He bitterly replied.
"Well none of it matters now, Gup… You need to stop caring about what others think about you." Heracles gently scolded.
"Sì." Feliciano returned, setting their plates in front of them. "Nobody's opinion matters but yours. If you let others get to you then you'll end up like fratello." He motioned to a waiter off in another section-thankfully farther away. "Heracles, why have you taken Gupta out today anyways?" He asked curiously.
"It's our eighth year anniversary." He replied. "June 21st." He smiled.
"Oh… B-Buon appetito…" Feliciano's usual smile faltered and he excused himself back to the kitchen.
"… Did you have to tell him?" Gupta sighed, starting to pick at his plate, twirling pasta on his fork.
"He asked. It would have been rude not to answer… Now quit acting like this." He ran his foot up Gupta's leg, offering a light smile.
"Sorry." He returned the smile and the feel under the table, a light blush crossing his cheeks. "So how much do you think this will cost me?"
"Us." Heracles corrected. "I'm going to pay for a third." He said this proudly, shoving some pasta in his mouth.
"I see." He smiled and ate his second fork full.
They ate and talked through a few more bites. After half his food was gone, Gupta stopped eating, pulling his shoulder bag onto his lap. Heracles blinked, pausing from taking the final bite of his own pasta in order to observe him. Out came a pill organizer from which three pills were removed. He tossed them down his throat and downed his water, wincing a bit.
"You don't usually take your pills at this time… or in public." His date noted.
"I have to take them on a full stomach… New prescription."
"Would you like a box for your leftovers?" Feliciano returned, eying the numerous pills being shoved back into Gupta's bag.
"Yes please, Feli. Efharistó.*" Heracles smiled charmingly.
"Okay. I will be back then." He returned the smile and skipped back to get what was needed.
Heracles began to root through his pockets, putting some crumpled bills on the table. Gupta wondered how he obtained the money but shrugged the thought off, pulling out his wallet and his own money. What was left, at least. Feliciano returned with the bill and box. Heracles' crumpled bills were really only good for covering the tip so Gupta paid the majority while Heracles packed the remaining pasta into the box. Once he had finished off his wine they got up and headed out the door.
"Sadık is going to be here soon." Heracles informed Gupta, sitting on the bench outside the restaurant.
"What? Why?"
"'Cause he doesn't trust me?" Heracles shrugged a bit, trying not to snarl.
"Heracles… I'm sure that's not why." He sat and leaned on him. "Be grateful you still have a parent…"
"I would gladly hand him over to you." He muttered.
"Behave tonight… please." Gupta merely sighed, petting his boyfriend as he spotted a familiar vehicle in the parking lot and an even more familiar man leaving said vehicle.
"Fine. S'agapó." Gupta smiled and placed a chaste kiss to his lips.
"Selam, Gupta! Ne zamandir." The older man leaving the vehicle approached them, a hand in the air and a white mask hiding his face.
"Ahlan beek.*" Gupta returned the greeting with a smile, ignoring his boyfriend's bristling behavior towards the Turkish man. "How was work?" He followed him back to his van.
"Exhausting and long. That idiot Alfred threw a party last night. My poor Kiku called in sick. Can't stomach the alcohol those brutes no doubt shoved down his throat." He sighed, opening the front door for Gupta.
"Kiku isn't yours and he handles his alcohol better than most. Old man." Heracles snapped defensively, getting in the back seat. "Sygnómi.*" He added, looking away after Gupta sent him a chastising glare.
"Brat." Sadık murmured under his breath, getting behind the wheel and then smiled at Gupta. "How've ya been, Guppy?"
"Decent. Haven't had any recent problems." He replied, a small smile on his face as well.
"That's good. You should come live with us. This lazy Greek can't pay the bills or clean." The Turk laughed, backing out.
"Ass-"
"He can't help how he is." Gupta cut the younger man off. "And I'm afraid that I would just be a burden if I moved in with you…"
"Why do ya think that?" Sadık scoffed.
"I get sick easily." He replied quietly. "Or have you forgotten?"
In his preteen years, after his mother's death, Sadık had taken care of him. Heracles and he had already been fairly close and Sadık and Gupta's mother had been acquaintances from college. Gupta's years with his friend and Sadık had been enjoyable until he had been hospitalized. He had spent a long time in the hospital, making the two of them worry and fret. Once he was released he was quick to get a job and finish high school while living on his own.
"I could make sure ya ate healthier." He offered. "I'm a great cook."
'If only it were that easy.' Thought the younger males.
"That pasta smells pretty good though. I'm jealous." Sadık started to drive home.
"It was delicious." Gupta nodded and leaned back in his seat.
The rest of the ride consisted of small talk between the two in front with an occasional cruel remark from Heracles. They arrived at the house as night was falling, all of the outdoor lights automatically switching on as darkness increased. Sadık parked in the garage, pulling the key out after opening his door. Heracles was the first out of the car, heading straight into the house. Gupta blinked in confusion to his sudden disappearance while Sadık opened his door for him, taking his box of leftovers for him. They headed inside, separating as the Turkish man put the leftovers in the fridge and the Egyptian to his boyfriend's bedroom.
He sighed a bit at the mess of the room; clothing was scattered about the floor, most of which was pants and underwear. He began to tidy the room, throwing each article of clothing he encountered into the hamper, checking the pockets as he did so. He came to a pair of unfamiliar jeans and felt something in the pocket. Out came a flavored tube of lubricant. He felt his heart clench for a brief moment and dropped the jeans in the hamper, clutching the tube close to his chest. He meandered over to the bed, sat down, and opened the tube, giving it an experimental whiff. It smelled better than he had expected.
Just as he was about to taste it, Sadık walked in, coming to collect the laundry. He froze, watching the Egyptian lift the tube to his lips. He recovered from the shock quickly and rushed over snatched the tube from his hands. They both shared a red face of embarrassment.
"Gross. Don't lick that. You don't know where it's been." The Turk managed to say.
"I know where it has been." Gupta blushed deeper yet kept a fairly calm façade. "May I please have it back?"
"No way! Yer not gonna be screwing around under my roof-even if it is your eighth anniversary." He snapped.
"We weren't go-"
"Get out of my room!" Heracles growled, in his doorway.
"You can't boss me around, brat. This is my house." Sadık spat, tossing the tube into the trash bin and leaving with the laundry hamper.
"You okay, Gup?" Heracles softly asked, closing his door as he made his way to the bed. "He didn't say anything too harsh, did he?"
"No…" Gupta smiled and made room for the Greek. "It was nothing."
"Alright then…"
He leaned on his boyfriend for a moment before starting to take off his shirt. Gupta followed his actions, removing his own shirt. They pulled up the covers and said their good nights, laying close together. A cat made its way in through the flap on Heracles' bedroom door and settled itself on its master's chest, purring all the while. While Heracles slept, Gupta stared at the ceiling until sleep finally overcame him, his dreams plagued with sweet lovemaking, himself looking on, a mere shadow of a man.
So... I'm finally putting something up. Sorry it's not Naruto. I am on temporarily on Hiatus until my Turgypt needs are satisfied. :I
If you can guess Egypt's "secret" before it's revealed... I'd like to hear your opinion on it. I've had this idea trapped in my head for about ten months now.
Translations:
"S'agapó" - Greek for "I love you."
"Ana bahibbak." - Egyptian Arabic for "I love you."
"Efharistó." - Greek for "Thank You."
"Ahlan beek." - Egyptian Arabic for "Hello."
"Sygnómi." - Greek for "Sorry."
All other italicized can be put into a translator and you should get a general translation.
I recommend translate -dot- reference -dot- com.
