Pairings: main[FRUKUS, SpaMano, PruHun] DenNor, GerIta, RoChu (others shall be added with requests and progression of the story).
Sightly
To open my eyes to blackness, in day, or night, is of no fault of mine. Though, it is not really like I would love to see the dying world with my own eyes, which I would rather not. I can say for a fact that one can miss the startling light on their face, and the handsome eyes of their lover, gazing back at them with all of the tenderness in the world. Though this tenderness be not but a façade—Yes, I concede, I miss it. Even if I am not truly as blind as had once been with my sight, and not as truly alone, I feel alone. Unrequited love. It leaves one heartbroken. I thought I had been loved –and I truly had been. Just not in the way I had imaged our love to be. He loved me. He loved me for his own benefit. I believe I knew all along, but in vain, sought the lie to make myself happy. I had been so selfish. No matter how many times they say I am not alone, I feel as if they could not possibly understand the feeling of melting into darkness, yet strangely, not despair. Not anymore. I am blind; but I can see. I had once been graced with sight; but was blind. It is naught, but a melodramatic illusion for the
(by Arthur Kirkland)
"Arthur-san, what are you writing?"
Startled, Arthur looked up, "Oh-oh nothing," he clicking to a different tab on his computer screen, "just b-browsing the internet!"
"Arthur-san . . . . . I rearry* don't think that kind of stuff is appropriate at the office," he coughed, "Er, I mean counsel."
What? He looked back at his computer screen to see-
"Oh, blood hell! It's not what it looks like, Kiku!"
"I did not know that you swung that way," Kiku's face morphed into something like that on a predator's about to catch its prey, "If you don't rearry mind, would you care to take a few pictures for Elizabeta and myself? She absorutery roves Ya-"
"Did someone say Yaoi?" Elizabeta stuck her head out from behind where she was kneeling under the desk, "'cause if you have some yaoi pictures, I'll buy them from you lickety-split!"
"Well I was going to. Elizabeta-chan what are you doing underneath your desk?"
"Oh, well, I got the sudden urge to read one of those GerIta doujinshis that you drew/wrote and I keep all of my yaoi-related items under my desk."
"GerIta? What the hell are you two talking about?" inquired the Brit.
"Oh, well you know how we all belong to the Mock World Representatives club? Best thing you ever forced me into, by the way, Arthur! And you know how Ludwig is Germany and that adorable Feliciano is Italy; Uh-hrrmmm, North Italy, I mean; I never understood why he was so particular about that."
"What, and so? How does this have anything to do with GerIta and whatever it's called: Yao-something." he had suspicions that he did not really want to know this . . .
"Well, have you noticed any connection between the two of them? I mean come on, Feli is practically throwing himself at our dear stoic-but-not-stoic-when-he's-pissed German friend. I take 'Ger' from his country rep name and 'Ita' from Feli's rep name to make their pairing name. OH, my gosh, they are definitely one of my favourite OTPs!"
Arthur stared at her bewildered; did she know that she was practically grouping landmasses into a relationship? What sane person would ever even think about that, regardless if they representatives or not? It was ridiculous.
"Elizabeta-chan, you might want to explain what an OTP is, and you never answered his question to what 'Yaoi' is."
"T-that's okay, I'm sure I do not want to know anymore." Arthur stuttered.
"Oh calm down, Hun, it's nothing to worry about. An OTP stands for 'One True Pairing', oh my gosh I have so many I don't know how to decide which is my favourite!"
"Hold on, One True Pairing? Doesn't that only mean you can only have one?"
Elizabeta stared at her friend in shock as if he had grown the biggest eyebro- nevermind . . , "My goodness, NO! I would die if that were true!"
"But that is so contradicting! It should be something like MTP*! It hardly makes sense that-"
"Oh hush now, Arthur, don't get all philosophical on me!"
"I'm not-! You know what, I won't even bother. So what's this yao-something? How does Yao relate to this weird country times country OTP pairing thing?"
"Yao? What?" she questioned.
He huffed impatiently, "Yao, the thing you wanted to tell me! What does he have to do with the relationships!"
"Wha- . . oh, OH, you mean Yaoi? It's guy times guy pairings, similar to Yuri which is girl times girl pairings, but I don't like that as much."
"Wait, so you took Yao's name and added an 'I' to create . . . .homosexual pairings? Whatever, I don't care. As long as I am not in any of these weird fantasies, I won't say anything."
Kiku grimaced slightly, "Well, about that-"
"Uhhhhh, no, Yao's not really part of this . . . unless, OHHH, I have a great idea! Alright, gotta go stalk, I-I mean talk to Ludwig and Feliciano, see ya, Kiku!"
"Right, show me if you get the pictures!" Kiku called after her.
"Don't worry, I won't forget!" And with that Elizabeta was gone.
There was a moment of silence, making Kiku slightly uncomfortable.
". . . . . . . . .," Arthur stared at his Japanese friend, "I see you in a very different light now, Kiku."
Rain poured down on the streets, making them wet and slippery. Oh for god's sake, why did he forget to bring his umbrella? Perhaps it was do to the case that he wanted to get out of those stupid wankers and actually have time alone for once. Seriously, none of them were ever working. They were always fooling around (or flirting in Francis' case), getting into trouble, or distracting him from doing something actually important. Today didn't count, he was doing something productive, he was observing! He found it extremely suspicious that Arthur hadn't wanted to show his friends what exactly he was writing, he could probably guess what it was though. He had to admit, he was an excellent spy. He smiled at himself and then frowned; what the fuck were his friends talking about, 'Yaoi and GerIta' he didn't quite grasp the situation there.
He quickly picked up his pace as he noticed his house not too far away. As he arrived, he slammed open the door, shivering. A puddle of muddy water was created as he stepped into the house.
"You're cleaning that you, you know." a voice said. The voice belonged to a tall young man in a suit; he looked to be in his mid-twenties.
"Of course, I'm not lazy like the rest of you!" he snapped.
Scott*, for that was his name, grimaced, "Must you be so loud? Besides, we clean up after ourselves . . . well, Peter* doesn't and neither does Angus* for that matter, but Arthur does, kind of."
"Yes, of course she does. We don't need the princess to have cold feet." Ruarc* drawled.
"Okay, okay, I get your point," Scott said, smiling whilst holding his hands up in mock gesture, "Come on, Ruarc, lay off him, you know what happened."
"Yeah, yeah, I know, but that was three years ago." he frowned, "He could at least be over it by now."
"He could still be grieving, it's painful to lose someone you love," his voice tightened and Ruarc flinched.
"Sorry," he muttered.
"It's fine, not your fault. We will see them some day, Mum and Dad and Sis."
"HEEEEEEEEEEY, JEEEEEERK, YOU'RE HOME!" Peter, the youngest brother bellowed from the stairs.
"Oh great," Ruarc muttered before he was tackled.
"Did'ja get me the icecream I asked for, did'ja, did'ja, Arthur's not home yet!" he rolled his eyes, oh god not again, his friend was like this just this morning. What was so great about icecream, really?
"No, it's bloody pouring out, there was no way I was going to go to the store just for icecream!"
"You British Jerk of Jerks! You promised. You better get it tomorrow!"
"Yes, yes, I have homework to do, and isn't that Arthur's title? So skidattle now."
"You're no fun." he lit up, "I'll set an ambush for Arthur!"
Once Ruarc got to his room, he collapsed on the bed. Urg, why is Peter so freaking annoying all of the time? He sighed, and thought about Scott's words: there had been so many deaths in this family, he regretted about even mentioning it; it was something that he would honestly like to forget about. He frowned, he really should not have insulted Arthur as he did. He knew that Maria had meant a lot to him and his sister, he could even guess that his sister had been in love with the girl. She had been pretty but, her personality was not one he could take a liking to. Maria was built relatively small, she had light caramel-brown hair with streaks of green that she had bleached and then dyed. She said it made her look more intimidating, Ruarc just thought she looked like a wannabe-Rock Star.
Sorcha, his sister, and Maria were very close. Both loved to pick on Ruarc when he was younger; that was before he grew a backbone. Despite this, they both loved to do what he called 'extremely-girly-things' like paint their nails, get their hair done, flirt (Maria had flirted with him a lot when she wasn't terrorizing him, which quite frankly, didn't make much sense in his mind . . .), dance, put on makeup, gossip. Oh god, how they gossiped, it was one of their favourite pastimes. He hated how they just snickered away at all of the horrible things they said about others.
He, Ruarc, was the fourth addition to the 'family' and the twin brother of Sorcha. Thus, he was stuck with the job of having to clean up after all the messes that both girls left in his room, accompany them whilst they shopped, and buy them drinks. And being with them both all of the time, it was somewhat obvious that Maria had developed a crush on Arthur. She would ask for less, things and blush a lot when he was around. Naturally, he fell for her as well, it was like she morphed into an entirely new person. 'She is so sweet and kind; well, just the other day-' as his brother would say. Ruarc snorted, this was hard to believe for he never actually had seen this act. However, as happy as the two were, Sorcha was not.
Now that he thought about, he really did believe that his sister had fallen in love with the girl; thus, she was heartbroken when Maria dumped her for her brother. Sorcha had never been good at dealing with not getting something that she wanted. And what she wanted was Maria.
"I'm going out!" Arthur yelled.
"Oh? Out with a certain brown-haired-purple-streaked girl?"
Arthur blushed slightly, "Shut up, wanker."
"Have. Fun." He didn't notice the strain in his sister's voice as he ran down the stairs.
"And don't forget to clean up after yourself when you're done!" Scott winked.
"Scott, for heaven's sake, we're fourteen years old!" Arthur exclaimed.
"So?"
Arthur sighed, "Nevermind."
It had been a long day for Ruarc, and quite frankly, he didn't care. He remembered just going to his room, slamming the door and starting to work on his homework. After that, he had when to bed. The time had been 11:20, after all, it was still a school night. Now that he thought about it, he remembered having an odd feeling. Scott had went out, Angus was surprisingly quiet and the police were not at his door, Peter wasn't screaming his head off, and Sorcha; well, Sorcha wasn't bothering him, and that slightly scared him. When she wasn't with her friends, or bothering any of her brothers, there was something wrong. But then again, he was tired and didn't care. He would never forgive himself for being so selfish as he was.
He awoke to the sounds of people arguing:
"Shut up, what the fuck is your problem, Sorcha?" Maria had screamed, "Why can't I spend time with my boyfriend?"
"Why?" his sister had screeched back, "Why? Because you never have time for me anymore. It's always my brother: 'Arthur this, and Arthur that. I thought we were friends!"
"We are, but-"
"But?"
"We can't be if you're going to be so selfish and jealous like this. I have other friends besides you, alright? Just lay off!"
The colour had drained out of Sorcha's face, "You bloody fucking bitch! I'm the selfish one?"
Arthur was standing there, looking entirely at loss. One one hand, this was his girlfriend, lover, and love her he did, but on the other hand, this was his sister. Family always comes before 'friends', right?"
"Guys, listen to yourselves, I really don't think-"
Maria turned to him, "You're taking her side over your, girlfriend's? I hate you!" the girl had always been a bit dramatic.
"No, Maria, wait-!"
Sobbing, she ran down the street, which was perhaps the worst option she could have chosen, considering they had lived near a highway at the time.
Arthur was left to stare after her.
"You idiot!" Sorcha yelled, "She's heading towards the highway; get out of the way!"
His brother had been left dazed as his sister had pushed past him. After a minute he seemed to recollect himself and he ran after the two girls.
That was when Ruarc, standing at his window, rushed down the stairs and outside. He had found Arthur sobbing on the side of the street.
"They're gone! They're GONE!"
He would've laughed at his expression if he didn't see the 'parked' cars and a lot of blood around the road. He stared on in horror.
It had turned out, that Arthur had been too late, apparently, Maria had run out into the highway, and in an attempt to save her, as did his own twin sister. Inevitably, they found themselves under a truck, and by then, it had been the end.
He sighed; he would never forgive Arthur for standing there when he did. But he knew how much it had hurt him. His girlfriend and sister had died right before his eyes. He clenched his fists; that did not mean that he had to grieve forever, did he forget, there were other people in this house? Ruarc narrowed his eyes, that had been his twin sister. Sure, she could be a huge bitch, but that didn't mean he didn't love her. He leaned back in his bed.
It was then that Arthur had changed. He was no longer the shy, sweet boy that everyone knew him to be. Instead, he had morphed into a complete stranger. It was what Ruarc called "his Pirate days." He became a delinquent, and the police were at their house every minute of the day. He would rob and steal, cheat and lie. It was disastrous. When Scott made the decision to move, Ruarc could finally let out a sigh of relief. Arthur slowly had reverted back to his old ways. Heck, he even got to be student-counsel president. He wasn't sure why, only that he had met someone and that certain someone had helped Arthur get along better. He smiled slightly, that person had been a huge influence on his brother, and perhaps not too bad of a friend. As Arthur, was still moping about the loss of Maria, he hoped that his brother would find a new someone to like. Even if he had to push this, which was why he had been stalking his dear, brother today; he had a few certain someones in mind now . . . . . .
((Each chapter will be a different P.O.V so you know, this time was Ruarc, just to get some history on Arthur))
Rearry [Really]-do you wish for me to put Kiku's accent or not? I can't do it with any of the others because I'm just too incapable like that. If you would like the story to be consistent I can change it back to the original spealling.
MTP -"Many/Multiple True Pairings" is what Arthur had in mind.
[27]Scott Kirkland -oldest/first brother (Scotland so creative, I know)
[12]Peter Kirkland -youngest/fifth brother (Sealand In case anyone forgot)
[25]Angus Kirkland -second brother (Wales)
[17]Ruarc Kirkland -[Roo-ark] Irish-Gaelic male name, means: Champion -fourth brother (Northern Ireland)
[17]Sorcha Kirkland -[Soh-Ruh-Chuh] Irish-Gaelic female name, means: Light (Ireland) [DECEASED]
[18]Arthur Kirkland -third brother (England If you don't know this, I'm seriously going to have to kill you)
Greetings, everyone! Okay so this is my first Chapter-Story. It was originally intended to be serious, but it now has traces of crack here and there . . .
Now, I need you people to vote (on a lot of things!): Which characters do you want Nyo: Romano, America, Canada, China
Which do you prefer: USUK or FrUK
What other Pairngs? SpaMano, DenNor, GerIta, etc.
If America is Nyo, what name: Allison, Amelia, Alexis
Which P.O.V do you wish to see next? France, America, Scott, Ruarc . . . .
EDIT: DISCLAIMER? DISCLAIMER? I'M NOT PUTTING A BLOODY DISCLAIMER, THIS FANFICTION dot Net for crying out loud! I own NONE of the characters by which I wrote. This is the one and only time I shall write this.