Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia.
Note: I would be using their character names, mostly. I'm not really sure if this is really an AU type of fic or something else, but this was meant to be an AU fic. Also, I would like to apologize early for any out of character behaviour and/or poor plotting.
Warning: This is a BL (BoysLove) fic. If you are not interested or strongly against it, I insist that you should look for something else to read. Thank You.
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An important event was going to happen on this seemingly ordinary summer night. The venue in front of them was all but familiar scenery. It was familiar to him, anyways. Red flowers adorned the front gardens and there still stood the seemingly unmoving guards at almost every corner of the building. The large monument nearby was cleverly lighted that you could see the top shine in all its golden coloured glory. Even after the war, the place still managed to be as presentable as ever.
Upon entering the house, he couldn't help but feel a bit embarrassed from the situation he was in. Some of the faces he saw were familiar but were changed by old age; those very same people stared lightly then went back to their conversations, or they dared to snicker at the poor man. He adjusted the white shawl on his shoulders as if it were to hide him from the rest of the world. The walking topic of discussion was accompanied by two other men, but they were being stared at in awe rather than in slight disgust.
The reason of such reactions was because Kiku Honda was embarrassingly wearing a gown, and most of the people present are aware that he is a man.
Like all other normal men, he voiced that he preferred to wear a suit—the Japanese man even came to his friend's house in a suit to back up his statement. Elizaveta, though, had heard none of it and decided to barge into his room to dress him up. "You're body frame looks better in a dress than in a coat and tie." She would say when she had him in her grasp. After realising that there was nothing else he could do about her, Kiku unwillingly let the Hungarian woman dress him up like a doll. As soon as Roderich entered the room, he quickly apologized for his ex-wife's antics and proceeded with telling them that the car will arrive in ten minutes.
Looking back now, he actually had the chance to change into something more expected. But due to the interest of time and Elizaveta's attempts to stop him, he would only have the opportunity to take off the make-up. In the end, the Japanese man decided to make this as a self-punishment for not putting in more effort to refuse. And with all the pride that he held for himself, he did not back down from entering the building he was invited to be in.
"Don't worry, Kiku. That dress really is pretty, and it kind of suits you." One of his companions assured him.
"Thank you, Feliciano." The latter replied with a slight bow.
The Italian then turned his attention to the final member of this small group. He talked about a lot of things such as wishing that there would be a lot of pasta in all the horrible food on the table. "At least there would be something that I'd enjoy eating." Feliciano would reason out.
"This is an international banquet, so I think that there would be some food from your country." A deep voice came out from the third person in the small party.
"So you think there would be some wursts on the table, Ludwig?"
"I saw a man going to the kitchen carrying a box of them, so I'm sure that there would be some."
"Ah. That's good for you and your brother, then."
"I guess so."
If either one of them suddenly became a girl, favourably Feliciano, then they'd obviously become a real couple. This is what the Japanese man had always thought of when it came to the both of them being together. Other people thought so, too.
As the three men approached the ivory staircase going down to the ballroom, Feliciano thought it was best to make Kiku go in the middle of the group. "It looks better this way." Feliciano would reply enthusiastically; he offered his arm to Kiku, but the Japanese man politely declined.
When their names were announced throughout the whole room by the small, stout man wearing the big, white wig, Kiku really felt like he could just die of embarrassment. He didn't really show of his nervousness, though. It was a part of his self-punishment, remember? He'd have to endure it. At least those were the words he kept repeating to himself.
The Japanese man knew that it was he that was being looked upon since the other two men were already five steps below him. None of the hundred pairs of eyes followed the two men; they all kept their gazes at the one who was wearing the gown. Keeping his head downcast, Kiku hurriedly went down the stairs to catch up with his friends. Unfortunately, he bumped into someone else. He apologized quickly and tried to move towards another direction, but a hand firmly held the smaller man's arm.
"There's no need to apologize, ma chѐre. I would appreciate that you would sit with me, though."
Kiku was about to turn down the offer until someone interrupted them. He looked up to see a man in a dark coloured suit talking to the French man who was wearing a white suit. "Stop harassing the poor thing, you git." A thick English accent warned the other.
"I don't think you're involved in this, connard."
"Well I am the host here, after all. And in my parties, you have no fucking right to assault my guests."
"Then why did you invite me? Hm?"
"I didn't. You invited yourself in, you twit."
"I just wanted to see if you could even afford to host a party."
"You bloody bastard!"
As more insults and jabs were exchanged between the two Europeans, Kiku found the opportunity of snaking away from the French man's grasp. When he was successful, he silently excused himself to look for his friends once again.
During his search for his two friends, he saw some familiar faces around the room. Kiku found Feliciano's brother with that Spanish man again; he saw Elizaveta dancing with Roderich on the dance floor; the Scandinavian familiar-strangers and the Baltic acquaintances were keeping some things to their respective groups; he even saw his family scattered around the place.
He finally found his friends talking with Gilbert, Ludwig's brother. They looked as if they were discussing about something that did not concern him, so the Japanese man did not bother walking up to them. Instead, he thought that he might take the chance to look around the gardens at the back.
He finally found the exit he was looking for and stepped out into the gardens. The feel of the air here was always much cooler than back home, he remembered. Even though it was the same season, the breeze here felt like it was still spring. Kiku also remembered the times when he would go here for the summer holidays; it was a better escape here— nowadays he would usually escape to the northern area of Hokkaido or to the mountains of Chubu and Tohoku during this season.
Walking a bit more inland in the gardens, he felt someone behind him. As he looked back, it was the person he was both expecting and not expecting it to be. It was the host himself, Arthur Kirkland.
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After this story, I would add up another chapter explaining a few things that would clear some things up. As of now, you'd have to wait and wonder. Ha ha ha.
This was meant to be a one-shot, to be honest. Due to the length of it, I decided to cut it up and continue the rest soon after. Half of what I had done is already chapter two. I'm not done with it, though; you'd have to wait for it. This may turn out to be more than two chapters, too.