The Making Of... (Before Scene)
Me : Hey, y'all! This is my first story published here!
Yuu Kanda : Nobody cares, shrimp... *sigh*
Me : Kanda-kun? This is a Hetalia fic, go away! Where's my critics, Iggy-chan and Austria nii-chan?
Yuu Kanda : *sigh* Fine... *disappear*
Austria : Hello. Mr. England can't come today, Miss Hyunn.
Me : Ah, no matter. As long as one of the critics are here.
Austria : Right. So readers, please enjoy Miss Hyunn's fic.
(y/n) = your name
(e/c) = eye color
(h/c) = hair color
(h/l) = hair length
Love
Is it important?
Does every human needs it?
No, I don't think so...
To me, love is not an option
It's merely a suggestion...
A pure curiosity, one would say
A pure joke, the other would comply
And yet, so many treasure February the 14th
Why, exactly?
It's love
Love made them do it
The curious yet cruel love spoke to them...
Ushered them to celebrate
That treacherous yet especially celebrated day
Woe to those broken hearts
Glory to those taken ones
The disease known as 'Love' spreading
Spreading and spreading...
Engulfing its victim...
Caressing its hostage...
Touch-
"(y/n)-san, what are you doing outside the buirding?"
You jumped onto your feet, startled by the sudden appearance of a fellow country, Kiku. Then, you leaned back against the red brick wall that you had dominated just now. This building was actually the place where the World Conference was being held. Well, yeah, you were invited. But the reason why you kept sneaking out was that you thought you were not an important country as Kiku, Ludwig and Feli were. Just a mere freshman. But somehow, Kiku kept finding your hiding spot even though you kept changing it whenever there was a conference going on.
"(y/n)-san?" he asked, concerned by your silence.
"Ah! Urm, sorry, Kiku! I kinda zoned out a bit. What were you saying just now?"
you blushed slightly and bowed Japanese-style to respect him. He bowed back, smiling ever so small. He found you, once again. Might as well follow him back into the building.
"It's nothing. I am thinking that you were doing one of your poetry before I barged in."
"Yes..." you nodded with a slight pride in my tone.
"A country like you is fulr of creativity and very artfur."
"Well, I'm not that good. Feli is WAY better than I am. Thanks anyway."
"Dō itashimashite. Still, you are great but quite shy with others. Oh, you coming, (y/n)?"
He gestured towards the entrance door. You fidgeted on the spot where you stood. Going in that place always made you nervous. You played with a strand of your (h/l) (h/c) hair while you thought about it. After a while, you nodded timidly and decided to follow your patient friend into the building.
"(y/n)~~~ You're-a back! I thought you-a left the building!"
Feli, your enthusiastic Italian friend practically shouted when you and Kiku entered the meeting room. You winced at the sudden friendly attack that he gave you and tried to keep a cheery smile. Although you were one of Feli's close friends, sometimes he kept scaring you with his childish nuisance, as Ludwig would always say to you.
"Pryvitannie, (y/n)" Natalia, Ivan's little sister gave you a nod.
"Bonjour, belle~" Francis flirted.
"(y/n)! Dudette, you finally join us! Let the hero offer you a seat beside him!"
"Stop fooling around, you git. Let her pick wherever place she wants to sit." Arthur gave Alfred, the 'hero' a death glare.
"Thank you, Arthur." You smiled kindly at him and slunk back to a safer spot where you would not be harassed, especially by Francis.
You spotted a cream colored sofa which seemed unoccupied. Ignoring the continued pleas from Alfred, abusive flirting by Francis and many other mannerisms from the other countries, you quickly bounced onto the comfy sofa cushion.
"But dudette, you-"
Alfred started to say but you cut him out, saying that you prefer sitting here and asked them to start the conference anyway. He shrugged and started telling all of you a plan to help the poor and needy that involved creating a food hero that could produce food every time you asked. Strange... While Arthur and Francis were fighting, Feliks stopped them by saying their capital would be Warsaw using Polish laws and Feli screaming, "PASTA~~!" on top of his voice, you read the poem that you were working on. Hmmm, it needed something. What would it be?
"That's a nice poem you got there, eh..." a quite voice spoke to you.
'Ehh? Is that my mind speaking to me?' you thought.
"Oui. I wish I could write beautifully like you."
'There it is again!'
You started to panic. Your (e/c) orbs started scanning the are from left to right until finally, they rested exactly on the right side of the sofa. (e/c) eyes met blue. You yelped in shock and fell down the sofa.
"Al?"
"Oh, no! I- I'm not my brother, eh. I'm Matthew. Matthew Williams."
This guy, Alfred's 'brother' introduced himself shyly. You gazed at him in awe. He had wavy blonde hair, slightly a darker shade than Alfred's and the same blue eyes as his. It appeared to be a cute little pastel-colored bear in his hands. Sure, he looked like Alfred but this Matthew guy emitted a nicer glow than his loud eccentric brother. Seeing you still sitting on the floor, he quickly offered a hand.
"I- I'm sorry..." he blushed slightly.
"It's okay..." you said, your voice barely above whisper.
You gratefully grabbed his outstretched hand and winced slightly as the feeling of electricity surged through your body as he pulled you onto the sofa. He must had felt it too because the moment you were safely sitting on the soft cushion, he immediately let go and turned his head away, embarrassed. What was that, you thought, absentmindedly rubbing the hand that he touched before. He saw what you were doing and started to apologize once more.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry, did that hurt? Did I hurt your fragile hands, non? Oh, I'm such a brute, eh! Forgive my brutal hands, (y/n)!"
"No! No! I'm not hurt, please relax Mr. Williams! It's okay..."
You tried to calm the gentleman beside you. He stopped and looked into your eyes with uncertainty. His gesture made you looked away. For some reason, you kept blushing when you looked him in the eyes like that.
"Are you sure?" he asked, his face filled with concern.
"Yeah, don't worry about it." you gave a reassuring smile at him.
"Oh, I thought you were hurt. Call me Matthew, eh..."
"Okay... Umm, how did you know my name? I didn't tell you yet."
"Why shouldn't I forget your name, eh? I always saw you in the other conferences before." he blurted out before covering his mouth before realizing what he had done.
"You- You do?" your eyes widen in shock.
He nodded shyly as a response for your question. Once again, you blushed and looked away. You felt bad because you never saw him apart from now. It may not be entirely your fault because you never acknowledged some other countries too but this country had acknowledged you long ago. You stole a shy glance at him and was shocked to see his face in the same color as you were. Suddenly, you realized that the electric feeling and constant blushing were actually a sign. A sign that told you about your true feelings for this new found friend. You finally realized you liked him. Probably loved him, more or less.
"Yes... You- You always came later than anyone else but kept getting out as soon as nobody noticed you. But... But you never saw me. I'm the one that noticed you from the beginning."
"Oh dear... I'm so sorry, Matthew. I never-"
"No, please, it's not your fault. I am the one that countries kept forgetting about, eh. I- I don't mind..."
You stared at his face with regret. This one country besides your three close friends, The Axis Powers had cared about your whereabouts and you had ignored his existence. You felt that you were cruel and not worthy of becoming friends with him. Still... He had managed to talk to you. Even though you didn't noticed he sat right beside you on the sofa. Again, you felt terrible. Looking at his cute hurt expression that he failed to conceal made you wanted to hug and apologize to him. Mustering all your courage, your right hand slowly moved towards his and finally rested softly on the larger hand. His eyes widened as he turned to look confusedly at you.
"Matthew..."
"Eh?"
"I'm sorry I never saw you before. I truly am. Do you want me to make it up to you?"
"Make it up to me? I- No. I don't want to trouble a delicate girl like you, eh..."
You blushed at his compliment. But, you could not just sit there and acted like nothing had happened. This country must know that he mean something to me, you thought. You grab hold of both his hands fast as if it was your reflexes that responded. His face gave a startled expression but he let you hold his hands.
"Matthew Williams, I can't just act like nothing had happened. Please let me cheer you up. I- I don't want you to be sad... It makes me sad too..." you voice faltered into a whisper and he had to lean closer to hear you.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, Ivan came up in front of you and pulled you up from the couch. His face was innocent and steady but deep inside, you could feel that he was emitting deadly aura right now. Matthew tried to talk him to let you go as he was worried about you. Ivan just stared at him and made his voice faltered. You didn't get angry on the Canadian for chickened out, thought No one in their right mind would not be scared of the tall man. His hold became stronger and you winced at the pain.
"(y/n). Become one with Mother Russia, da?"
"Please... Let go..."
"You vill become one with me."
"Stop it, Ivan. (y/n) could get hurt!"
"Stay out of this, da."
The Russian pushed your friend away and he tumbled down on the floor. Everyone stopped mid-air and stared at the scene. Rodrich was about to sip his tea, Vash was mid-cleaning his prized gun with his sister by his side, Toris was about to say something to his crush, Natalia, Francis and Arthur were about to punch each other while the other countries turned around on their seats to watch.
"Ivan!" you screamed, much to everyone's shock.
"I vant you."
"Hell, no freaking way!"
You managed to get away from his painful grasp. Matthew, who was now standing right beside you grabbed your hand. He quickly pulled you away and through the main entrance of the building. Ivan sighed.
"Ivan, that's not a way to flirt with a belle jeune fille like (y/n), non?" Francis said.
"I vill have her." he quietly said and stalked away.
"Huff... Huff... Matt, where are you taking me?"
You were exhausted. Matthew had been pulling you farther and farther from the building until you didn't even recognize the surroundings. Strangely, both of you were now in a forest filled with maple trees. The trees were tall and looked beautiful against the sun's ray. Suddenly, he stopped, making you stumbled against his taller frame. He turned around and his blue orbs staring into your (e/c) eyes.
"Matt-?"
"(y/n), don't hate me for this, eh..."
Before you had the time to ask what he meant, soft lips were pressed onto yours. Your whole body stiffened at the sudden touch. Nevertheless, you allowed your body to stay calm and wrapped your arms around his neck. He slipped his arms around your waist and pulled you to be nearer. Both of you pulled away for breath after a while, faces red in embarrassment.
"Why would I hate you? I like it." you said slyly and nuzzled his chest.
"I thought you do, eh."
He grinned broadly and lightly knocked your forehead with his. You gave him a light peck and hugged him tenderly.
"I think I know what's the last lines for my little poem."
"What is it? Please, recite it to me..."
You released him and stood still. You stopped to gaze at your new found love. Yes, he was the one for you, no doubt.
"Love
Is it important?
Does every human needs it?
No, I don't think so...
To me, love is not an option
It's merely a suggestion...
A pure curiosity, one would say
A pure joke, the other would comply
And yet, so many treasure February the 14th
Why, exactly?
It's love
Love made them do it
The curious yet cruel love spoke to them...
Ushered them to celebrate
That treacherous yet especially celebrated day
Woe to those broken hearts
Glory to those taken ones
The disease known as 'Love' spreading
Spreading and spreading...
Engulfing its victim...
Caressing its hostage...
Touching their longing hearts
But nobody will ever know
When will they find their own love
Because the truth above all,
Love finds you..."
Both of you smile lovingly at each other and spent the day happily in the forest of maples.
Me : So~ Austria nii-chan, how's the fic?
*Austria : Vell, ummm... *cough* I felt terrified vhen reading the 'Russia' part, courtesy of him being that... Odd... But all in all, it's vos quite nice.
Me : Thanks, nii-chan! I feel so happy... Then, readers, what's YOUR opinion? :D
*Austria nii-chan's using his German accents!