A/N: Hi there~ If you've never gone to my profile you'll say "OMG WHY DID YOU STEAL THETRUEHAKU'S FIC, OMG YOU THIEF!" most likely. Amirite?

I'll save you the typing. I did, because I am, in fact, thetruehaku. Damn, how could I steal my own story?

I decided to continue this fic... as... another fic maybe. This is like, season 2 of IG: Gakuen series. Hope you enjoy it.

Also, it'd be really sweet of you if you could go read my profile. It'd explain a lot of why I suddenly disappeared and the like. Thank you~

Warnings: Yaoi (Guyxguy) Uke!Russia, Seme!Prussia, as usual, coming from me. Ocs, randomness, school AU, angst, rape (later on you'll know what's going on), teenage marriage, etc.

Disclaimer: Hetalia and its characters (C) Hidekaz Himaruya/ Aestii, Kievan Rus' and Brtannia (C) R-ninja

As summer break approached to and end and the time to go back to World Academy W. was near, our favorite albino, Gilbert Beilschmidt, 18 years old, only had one thought in his mind: Ivan Braginsky, 17, his darling Russian sweetheart.

The day classes begun was the same day as their anniversary. They'd been together for a year now, though it didn't seem that much for anyone else other than themselves. This would also be their senior year as high school students. Next year they'd both be off to college. Same school, different campus.

However, to Gilbert that didn't matter. Right now, a week's time 'til he had to go back to school, he only thought of his and Ivan's anniversary. He knew their relationship was serious, but he never really thought he'd be so nervous when they broke the year record. And he hadn't even thought what to give Ivan as a present. He'd come up with something surely, seeing how awesome he was, but still… he couldn't help but think what would happen if the Russian didn't like it.

.:Sunday, August 1st. Berlin, Germany:.

Gilbert sat at the computer, smiling like a dork. He'd been skyping with Ivan for almost 3 hours now, and they were nothing near done. This routine of going into skype and webcamming everyday all afternoon had been something they'd agree to do since the first day of break, despite the hours' difference between Berlin and Moscow.

Right now, Ivan was shirtless, only wearing his undies and slippers. He was dying his hair blue, for an exciting change he'd said, and because of the mess, he decided it was better if he just stripped instead of getting dye in his clothes. He looked so cute and so glorious to Gilbert, the albino could feel a semi-erection forming in his pants.

"So I was thinking either purple to go with my eyes or blue, but then I went to the shop and saw this Prussian blue dye and I remembered it's your favorite color, so I went for blue… it's nice, da?" The Russian commented, while he finished dying the roots completely.

"I'm sure you'll look pretty when you're done. Not that you don't look amazing all the time already." The German smirked and winked at Ivan. The taller male blushed.

"Spasiba krolik (bunny)" He smiled and threw away the gloves he used and the empty tube of dye before going back to the computer.

"Say, how's Katya? I haven't heard from her for a while…"

"She went to visit Emma in Brussels last week and she'll be back by Friday, da?" Ivan smiled, fixing his hair, back, so his bangs wouldn't get dye on his face.

"Oh that's awesome! Kesese! Hope she has fun!… Hey, were the rumors true?"

"The ones of her cheating on Mattevy? Nyet! I mean… da, they did break up, but not because either of them was cheating on the other da? It was because Mattevy won't be going to World Academy W. this year. He's transferred to another school in America and they wouldn't be able to spend time together… so they decided to stay as friends, da?" Ivan explained patiently.

"I see, that's a shame. I didn't know he transferred. Oh well, Katya is pretty, she'll get a new boyfriend in no time. Did she take it well?"

"Nyet… the first week she locked herself in her room to cry. She event acted all weird and stuff da? She yelled to papa, she'd never done that before. But then papa talked to her and now she's all better, da?"

"Hmm… she did really like Matt, didn't she? Poor Katyusha." Gilbert sighed, feeling sorry for the blonde girl.

The door behind Ivan opened as Erik, his father (39), entered the room carrying a basket with clean clothes.

"Vanya, dorogoi here's your clothes. Put them away after you're done, please. Privyet Gilbert." Erik greeted absentmindedly, leaving the basket on Ivan's bed.

"Hallo Erik." The albino responded.

"I'll go pick up Natasha from her lessons, da? I don't think I'll take long, but there's leftover borsch in the fridge if you get hungry, okay?" The older Russian patted Ivan's head and kissed his cheek. "Well I'm off. Bye Gilbert."

"Bye Erik." Gilbert waved and with that Erik left the room. "Lessons?" He asked curiously.

"Natasha signed up for ballet lessons this summer. The academy she goes to isn't really that far from home, but because her class ends at 9 and it's already dark, papa goes pick her up." Ivan explained.

"That's nice. Kinda weird coming from her. She doesn't seem to be the ballerina type. Do you think she'll join the dance group at school then?"

"Ya ne snayu (I dunno), maybe. But how about you? What happened with your soccer team?" Ivan rested his chin on his hands.

"I left it after Roddy and Lutz joined. It was fun before that, I had no one to tell me do this, do that, and I had fun, but when they joined my fun was ruined, so I quit."

"Oh… that sucks, da?" Ivan sighed and yawned.

"Sleepy, liebe?" Gilbert teased.

"Kinda… I think I should go now. I have to wash my hair, put away my clean clothes and have dinner." He smiled sleepily and stretched.

"Okay Engel…" Gilbert sighed sadly.

"I'll be on whatsapp though." Ivan winked.

"Yay~ ok go now, I'll update my blog while you wash your hair, put away your clothes and have dinner." Gilbert said teasingly. Ivan giggled and sighed.

"Ya lyublyu tebya, mIlaya moyna Gilgil (my sweet Gilgil)." Ivan blushed as he said tenderly. Gilbert looked lovingly at him.

"Ich liebe dich auch Schnucki Vanya (cutey Vanya). I can't wait to have you in my arms … I miss you…"

"I miss you too… but we'll be together by Saturday! Well… I'm going now."

With that, Ivan went offline. Gilbert stayed at the computer for a while, adding this and that to his blog, but his mind was busy thinking of his darling Vanya. Not only his mind… but also a rather interesting part of him, down below the waistband of his black sweats. He groaned… lately he couldn't get the image of a naked Ivan on a bed out of his mind… he really needed his lover, badly.

After some minutes with a painful erection, he decided to take care of things and began stroking himself. Sure, it wasn't the same as to have Vanya give him a blowjob, or fuck the Russian senseless, but it'd have to do. He did his best as to not moan too loudly, or at all. Stroke, stroke. After some minutes he finally felt his orgasm near but then…

"Gilbert, liebe, come outside greet you auntie Avalon!" Vista, his dad (39), opened his door loudly and froze in place when he saw him. After a couple of seconds which felt like years, he spoke. "I'd assume you're thinking of Ivan again. Oh well, I'll let you finish your business, but after that, you come outside greet your auntie, ok?" He said, his face expressionless, and then he left.

Gilbert groaned in utter frustration, he was so close. After regaining his composture, he fixed his clothes and left his room.

He definetly needed to go back to school soon.

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