Author's Notes: Lame tittle. I really seem to have developed a Poland/Germany/Poland craving those days~ Aeron, Iain, Sean and Patrick belong to Jackidy, but I have permission to use them. Portugal is mine as are Belgium, Denmark, Iceland and Norway's names.
True Friends
I don't really like being with him.
His body was shaking, knuckles white as he gripped the desk but he felt numb, blank eyes fixed on a spot on the wall. He had never expect words to hurt this much, this deeply. He had always been full of laughs, of clumsy energy, always following him around, a comforting presence in his life, even if an annoying one.
I only stay because I feel sorry for him.
He had grown up with him, his father always telling him to look after the boy, as he had done with the boy's idiot of a father. He had taken the mission seriously, keeping bullies away and making sure he never got in trouble. His life, slowly but surely, had began to centre on Feliciano, his own interests pushed to the side to keep up with him.
I wish he would spend time with someone else... I bored of being always by his side...
And what was he suppose to do now? He hardly spoke to anyone beside the brunette and their friend Kiku, a polite, neat boy from Japan. And the idea to make new friends to replace the other was unthinkable, a bitter taste in his month as the brunette had always sworn to be his friend forever. What was the use if the person who knows him best, the person who had always been by his side didn't want him? Why would anyone want to be with Ludwig if he disgusted him so?
I just want him to go away...
Gilbert scowled as his brother disappeared as soon as the lunch bell sounded, younger male heading toward the direction of the library. While it wasn't any news that his younger brother was a bookworm of the highest calibre, it was strange that he was without his little tag along. And while he didn't really like the dull kid himself, Ludwig and Francis seemed to think the world of him. Then again, his friend wasn't the best judge of character.
So the Prussian male (because he was too awesome to be anything else, of course), decided right there and then to find what was going on with his brother and beat the one who was responsible into pulp. He might even ask Ivan for his pipe for it. But right now he had some snooping around to do, maybe Elizabeta knew something...
The Amazon of a girl usually spent her lunches with the Austrian pansy at the music room, Roderich executing pieces from his home land for her. Gilbert didn't have much patience for that, what was the use of spending hours and hours behind a piano? It was something he had asked his two friends more than once, answers varying from being call an uncultured barbarian to a whack to the head.
As long as they never found he played the C flute...
"Yo! Elizabeta" The concert came to an abrupt end as two disgruntled humans glared at the unconcerned third. "Do you know why Ludwig has been mopping around these last few days?"
"Ludwig?" The brunette's expression grew thoughtful; the female was fond of the male's brother, the three often playing babysitter to him and his friend. "Hum... Haven't noticed anything wrong with him? Are you sure it isn't your imagination?" Because Gilbert much to his own chagrin, could be as fiercely protective as Vash when it came to his brother or friends.
"Nah, idiot wasn't even been paying attention to his Italian pet. He has spent the last few days locked at the library or walking the mutts... Father is concerned too." And for their statue of a father to admit concern was like Gilbert admitting he wasn't the most awesome thing on Earth. "Can you snoop around a bit?"
"Gilbert, maybe it would be best to let him deal with whatever it is himself. If he needs help I'm sure he will ask for it." Roderich intervened; he didn't want the two creating a disaster that he and Ludwig would have to clean. He still had nightmares from the last time Elizabeta and Gilbert tried to 'help' someone. "If you two would just wait a bit..."
"Nah, brother would never ask for it." If nothing else, the Beilschmidt males were proud. "Will you do it then?"
"Give me a few days." Both pretended to not hear Roderich's exasperated groan in the background.
Ruprecht Beilschmidt was not an expressive man, a fact his Italian 'friend' never ceased to make fun of. Ceridwen, a woman he still didn't quite understand how he ended marrying to, often replied with a solid whack to the head, leaving the Latin man crying about how heartless the female was. But regardless of Casimiro's teasing, the German male was quite adept in figuring out when one of his two sons was feeling upset.
He normally had to deal with his eldest, especially after fights with his Hungarian friend, his son was not the more tactful person of the planet, yes, but the female was hardly without poison of her own. Usually those would be solved by his younger child and Roderich pushing them to apologize to each other and the odd trio would be back to normal. Ludwig, however, gave so little trouble that his parents were at odds how to deal with it when he actually landed on it.
"Let the kids be, Gilbert is meddling enough anyway" The blonde stated firmly at her husband, forest green eyes narrowed as she inspected her child from the window. "If it is anything serious Gilbert will tell us about it... Or Roderich will at least."
Ruprecht nodded, and return to his book, trying unsuccessfully to forget about his concerns.
Lovino Vargas often wished his family would move back to Italy so that he wouldn't have to deal with the idiots he did. But as the grandsons of the former director of the international foundation responsible of the building of the 'Science City', a complex that gathered the brightest scientist of the whole world, he was stuck until he graduated. But what he hated most was the company his brother insisted on keeping.
His brother was currently laughing with a Yank named Alfred and a Korean boy whose name he didn't know. Both were perverts and had an ego to large for their own well being, even if they did have the skills to back it up. Honestly, Lovino preferred when his twin hanged about with the potato bastard, at least he didn't have to worry about him antagonising the rest of the student body.
But lately the German had taken to keeping to himself and he would never admit it, but Lovino was worried for him, only a little mind you but he had grown up knowing Ludwig, even if his brother hogged all his attention, and he did feel bad for the way his brother manipulated him. At least Antonio knows full well what he thought of him while he followed the Italian around.
"Hey, Lovino, like, I totally need to speak with you." The boy turned surprised as the resident drag queen, a pretty polish boy named Feliks, waved him over. The boy, who normally hanged around with a Lithuanian male was alone today and an unusual frown covered his pretty face. Fucking idiot was beautiful enough to actually be female. "Look, I totally shouldn't tell you but... Just don't tell Feli I was the one who told you okay?"
Lovino frowned but nodded as Feliks guided him to an empty classroom and locked the door behind him. He then hopped over a desk and waited staring pensively at the window while Lovino sat down. "Look, have you, like, noticed how Ludwig has been mopping this week?"
"And what does that have to do with me?"
"Well, he is your friend and all that junk so..." The boy frowned and shook his head, hopping down the desk as he did. "This was a bad idea, like, I'm totally sorry for bothering you."
"...Wait." Lovino had to really force himself to eat his pride before the Pole left the room. "I... I do want to know why he is behaving like that."
"...I thought it didn't have anything to do with you?" The Italian male hissed angrily but Feliks has still staring at him, one hand on the door, the other on his waist. "Lovino"
"Look, yeah, the bastard is my friend okay? We just don't have the habit of actually acknowledging the fact." Green eyes scrutinized him for a bit before a lazy smile covered the other's face.
"That's totally stupid."
"Shut up."
"Soo... Ludwig." Feliks arranged himself back on the desk, frowning as he stared at his hands. "The other day Feli was, like, totally pissed about how he couldn't hang around with some friends because they didn't like Ludwig. You know how he, like, totally likes Ludwig because he does most of his work and all that junk right? I think Ludwig heard us and is totally depressed because he thinks Feli hates him and is only using him and all that crap."
"His fault for being so good damn naive" No Lovino didn't feel bad at all that the potato bastard found out, not at all."Why are you telling me this?"
"Because like even if I hate him he is my friend too" Feliks grinned sheepishly and Lovino couldn't help a grin of his own. Really, why did they care about the idiot? "So can you like, cheer him up? Or talk to Elizabeta?"
"No fucking way, they would kill Feli." Because what Elizabeta knew, Roderich did and Gilbert was sure to find out. "Elizabeta may like my brother but she is practically Ludwig's older sister!"
"Yeah, like, that's totally why I didn't tell her." The Pole sulked then grinned impishly. "Say, why don't we take him out? At least we, like, can annoy him out depression."
"You are nuts" Lovino declared then smirked "Sure, why the hell not?"
"Brother? Where are you going?" Feliciano Vargas stared at his brother as he picked up his keys and checked himself on a mirror "Lovi?"
"Hum? Just going to meet a few friends Feli" Lovino pretended to not feel his brother suspicious eyes on him as he pocketed his wallet. The younger twin was not only possessive, the reason why he didn't just leave Ludwig in peace, but a leech. Problem being, Lovino normally got to dump him on the German lap and didn't have to explain himself to him.
"Who?"
"You know, Elizabeta, Feliks, the usual."
"Can I go too?"
"Sorry, we are already ten at the van" And Lovino had been careful to make sure it was that way. "Maybe next time"
"Yeah..." The Italian male avoided carefully his brother's eyes as he exited the house, calmly entering the Beilschmidt's home as his brother watched from the living room's window.
"Good Afternoon Lovino." Ceridwen greeted him, humming as she produced some kind of British pie. Really, he found the shit disgusting but the German brothers and their cousins loved them. "Arthur called to say they were waiting for you at three."
"Thank you." Arthur Kirkland, the second youngest kid of Muirgen Kirkland, Gilbert's aunt, had agreed to hold the gathering to cheer Ludwig up. Feliks and his plan to cheer up Ludwig had exploded when Elizabeta heard about it and now not only the Kirkland but the Zwingli's and a few other friends from school had joined in. They would be lucky if Francis and Alfred didn't slip in. "Is Ludwig ready?"
"Gilbert is dragging him out at the moment, why don't you go and help him?" Lovino nodded, already used to the Kirkland's violent ways and climbed the stairs to find Gilbert carrying a protesting Ludwig on his shoulder cheerfully.
"Hey Lovino" Both ignored the German protest. "Can you grab my brother stuff while I start the van? Elizabeta and Roderich should be here any second."
"Sure, Arthur is already waiting for us."
"Hum, should I be worried that Gilbert and Lovino are kidnapping Ludwig with Elizabeta and Roderich's help at that?" Ruprecht sweated as he caught sight of his youngest child being thrown inside the eldest child's vehicle. The sole female of the group had taken hold of his arm and the German male looked resigned to his fate.
"Of course not dear now, go give Gilbert the icebox before he forgets it and could you please deliver this pie to the Vargas?"
"Ceridwen, Casimiro hates your pies."
"I know dear, it's for Feli." Ruprecht decided it was in his best interests to not ask anymore.
Muirgen Kirkland, undisputed matriarch of the Kirkland family and its branches, grinned wickedly as her sons messed around the kitchen. The twins and Patrick were producing enough food to feed an army, their little cousin Peter making a general annoyance of his self. Her husband had decided to flee the house for the evening, claiming that he was going to visit a few friends.
"Boys, I think that is enough food, surely your friends are going to bring something too."
"But mum I like Aeron's green cake!" Iain complained, Sean decided to kidnap his younger brother while muttering something about how cute he was.
"Sure Pet, but that doesn't mean you can drown yourself in it. Now go open the door for our guest." The Kirkland's lived well out the normal Science City grounds, beside a small pound to the South. It was for this reason that Lovino and Feliks chose their house for the 'Cheer Ludwig up' party; it was harder for Feliciano to follow them there.
"I'll go mother." Arthur said as he watched his hands on the sink and disappeared out the kitchen's door, Patrick following after him like a chick after his mother. Because of the boy's mothering tendencies, most of his younger cousins and brother tended to see him as a sort of mother figure, much to his own chagrin, and Muirgen know he was going to be the next unofficial Kirkland leader. This didn't mean they didn't love to bother the ever loving shit out of him.
"Mom, we are done with this" Aeron declared as he feed Peter a cookie to distract him. "Could you help me put it outside?"
"Sure, just give me a second." Muirgen had to go to the lab later to check on some experiment and she didn't want to appear with a dirty blouse. "Now, where did I leave that apron?"
"Here auntie" Peter grinned, the five year old holding out the garment proudly. "Can I have another cookie?"
"Sure Pet" As long as he burned the energy out by sleep time. "Sean! Help out will you?" The boy, who was like a carbon copy of his father nodded, knowing his mother wouldn't let him out the loop.
"I will help too, aunt Muirgen." Consuelo, a pretty girl from Portugal, and Arthur's best friend from school offered.
"Thank you dear."
"Mother they are here!" Arthur shouted as a rather peeved Ludwig was dragged in by Lovino and Feliks, both grinning wickedly at him, Kiku chuckling behind them. "Aunt Ceridwen sent some food."
"I will help you set things out." Lili offered politely, Adelheid already at work with Consuelo. The Belgian girl had befriended Arthur last year and now the trio had turned inseparable. "Brother said he will help too."
"Aunt Muirgen..."
"Now Ludwig, no long faces! This is a party." And if the kid knew what was good for him he wouldn't protest. "Sean! Didn't I tell you to help out?!"
"Mum Peter was trying to set the curtains on FIRE!"
After they took the matches away from the pyromaniac kid, the party started. No-one was sure who did it, but suddenly some bottles of vodka appeared in the kitchen and things degenerated from there. Sigurðr, a Dane who had appeared at some undetermined point with his brother Berwald, their boyfriends and Hemming's brother Egil, had only added fuel to the fire when they passed the alcohol they had brought.
"So, how do you like the party?" Lovino grinned at the equally wasted Polish male in front of him.
"Oh, I, like, totally love it."
"And you Potato Bastard?"
"He loves it as well!"
Ludwig, blushing furiously as the pole kissed his cheek, Gilbert laughing in the background as Toris seethed, decided to never get depressed around his brother again. Even if he ended with a Polish male in his lap...Especially when he ended with a Polish male in his lap.
Author's Notes: Hehe~ I love how Gilbert turned out here~