Right then, so I am a huge Omega!verse fan. I apologize, for those of you who don't particularly care for it. Um, I don't really know what I like about it, so please don't ask. I was also struck with a sudden love for PruHun today, so I figured, ah, why the hell not write a PruHun Omega!verse multi-chapter fic with other ships that I love in it? Yeah. Logic.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Hetalia stuffs, though I would love to. I don't own any of these characters, franchises, or concepts you may recognize (thank you LeviosaLove for that fabulous disclaimer).

So, here you are, the ramblings of someone who probably shouldn't be up this late with end of year exams tomorrow. But whatever. Enjoy!

A Flower's Resilience

"But he who dares not grasp the thorn
Should never crave the rose."
― Anne Brontë

Gilbert had always been a rather cocky alpha. He wouldn't admit it, but every single one of his friends would agree without a moment's hesitation. Then again, when you go around crowing about how awesome you are, there really isn't much room to claim humility. Perhaps this arrogance was what got him into the situation in the first place.

It had been a regular day at his high school, the start of his junior year to be precise. Omegas and Alphas had been filtered into separate classes, though few omegas actually showed at school anymore anyway. This was either because they'd decided that their studies weren't important enough to pursue, seeing as they were just going to be child-bearers for their alphas, or because they were already pregnant. That being said, there were always the omegas that made it their business to do well in high school, even though few colleges were made available to them, seeing as their natures were not to pursue an academic, or even a successful career.

Gilbert was raised on the beliefs that an Omega didn't belong in college. They could graduate high school, but then they should settle down immediately afterwards, to have children and please their alphas; to raise families and be the homebodies.

This was a conviction that had been hammered into him ever since he had been made aware of his own status as an Alpha. It was then that he was taught how to properly care for an Omega, and the basics. He was taught how an alpha should act, what was expected of him or her, and so on and so forth.

It was tedious, to learn the ways of Alphas, but he knew that he should count himself lucky. He was his father's first child, and the man was rather obviously puffed with pride at having had an alpha as his first son. Not that that was mentioned to many other men and women. Their family was a reserved one, quiet in their manners and they all had blond hair and blue eyes, except for Gilbert.

A little boy had been born not long after Gil, but he hadn't survived. He'd been an Alpha as well, but no one would tell Gil what had become of him, or even his name. He hadn't been given one, as that was generally left to the Alpha to name his or her Alpha children, but his father had never really gotten around to it, having been out on some important business trip at the time of his second son's birth. So his mother had done all she could to contact her mate, but he wasn't answering. She'd eventually given up in despair and resigned herself to calling her little son Kleine, or little one. Father hadn't made it back in time to name his son before the boy's untimely demise. Alfher, his father, was rather upset at this turn of events, and Gilbert didn't see his mother or his father for some time after that. The death affected the family for as many weeks as it took for his mother, named Amelina, to conceive again, and it still haunted them to this day.

This third time around, his father was there for the entire process, from gestation to birth, and was quick to name the next Alpha child born into their family. The youngest boy, with hair cornflower yellow and eyes a piercing blue, was called Ludwig. He took after Alfher in almost every way, and he had a little of his mother in his quiet, absorbing manner. Ludwig could rarely be taken by surprise, and he showed a surprising amount of care for those that he held close to him.

Gilbert was the black sheep of the family, with his loud, boisterous, and oftentimes rude personality. He had ice white hair, and blood red eyes. Many, at first, thought he was an abomination, something to be hidden from the world. But his father refused to accept such a judgement, and he quickly ensured that Gilbert would be able to defend himself against anyone who tried to harm him, teaching the boy how to handle weapons as soon as his basic motor skills developed and he could use his hands for something other than teething- fighting.

Amelina would always watch in concern, her own lighter yellow locks framing her thin, delicate face. She was the perfect omega, quiet, demure, and unobtrusive. She never asked questions, and was always ready to help her family of alphas. Gilbert and Ludwig could never have asked for a better mother.

So when Gilbert arrived at school his junior year, he had already established himself as a relatively powerful alpha. People respected him, some even revered him, and even a tiny few feared him. Ludwig resented him, really, for scaring the Italian omega, Feliciano Vargas.

Gilbert's best friends were a Frenchman and a Spaniard. They were a motley bunch, but they were all alphas, and all equally mischievous.

Francis Bonnefoy, with his shoulder-length blond hair and gleaming sapphire eyes, was probably the most levelheaded of the group. Those eyes could enchant any poor omega or beta into a relationship that would more often than not last a total of one hour. Francis had a quite a bit of a reputation, and many parents were sure to keep their omega children far from his wandering eyes and equally roaming hands.

Antonio Carriedo had jade green eyes, and hair the color of chocolate, with skin a shade darker than Francis's. He was of a cheerful disposition, always laughing and jesting, and taking any insults that were poked his way with a breezy wave of his hand. But, despite Antonio's unphasable demeanor, Gilbert knew better. He was one of only two people who'd managed to piss the Spaniard off, and he would never make that mistake twice. He'd done something quite stupid in making fun of a certain Lovino Vargas, and Antonio had made sure that he had a shattered arm and a couple of broken ribs to keep him from trying to laugh at the indignant Italian ever again.

Despite the trio's differences, they always got on surprisingly well. Their personalities balanced out; Gilbert's craziness, Antonio's generally easy-going personality, and Francis's rather logical and calculating one, even if the Frenchman's calculations weren't always for the greater good of whichever omega or beta he was preying on that day.

It was Francis who first noticed her, the new girl, but it was Gilbert who recognized her.

It was Elizaveta, the Hungarian girl he used to know rather well when he was younger until her parents had decided that she had had enough interaction with an alpha and moved to a different part of the school district. She was an omega, after all, and was not acting like it.

That had been the last he'd seen of the fierce girl.

Needless to say, she had certainly changed, judging from the waterfall of shining brown hair that glossed down her back, the cluster of pink flowers resting in the alley that her ear made between her head and its shell. Those familiar green eyes seemed to catch the light at every angle, each ray dancing in their depths and capturing Gilbert's own red eyes in their revelry. That same green was reflected in the button-down shirt she wore, something made of a light fabric that seemed to just float over her shoulders and torso, and was tucked enough into her skirt to not be too tight against her body. Her skirt was long, brushing down to her ankles, as all skirts or pants worn by omegas should be. It was midnight black, and it seemed to settle nicely on her hips before sliding down the rest of her body, not sticking, but twisting about her with every turn or movement she made, outlining the new curves that his childhood friend had developed. It was mesmerizing to watch, and he barely noticed the black flats she wore to match the skirt.

It was Francis's obnoxious chuckling that had him snapping out of this assessment of his childhood friend. Forehead furrowing in annoyance, he growled over at the grinning blond, who winked all too knowingly at him.

"Somebody's been struck by cupid's arrow, hm?" asked his friend, ever the dramatic one, slinging an arm around his shoulder and leaning his head in close next to Gilbert's.

"Quite forgivable, one can hardly blame you. She certainly is a beautiful omega," he purred, "une belle fille."

For some reason, Francis's assessment of Elizaveta had Gilbert shrugging his friend's arm off of his shoulders and glaring daggers at him.

"Don't touch her," he found himself warning the other man, before gathering his stuff and heading off to his first class of the day. He was shaken, and obviously had no clue what to do about this newest of situations. One thing was for sure, Elizaveta was going to be a catch, and he had to make sure that he was the one to get her.

Once he'd entered the classroom, he had none other than the oh-so-pleasant Arthur Kirkland to deal with. The man's bushy eyebrows furrowed the minute he made eye contact with the other alpha and he managed a rather vicious smile in the white-haired man's direction. Unfortunately for Gilbert, Arthur's eyes were almost the same hue as Elizaveta's; a striking, commanding green.

Clearing his throat, Gilbert managed an equally feral smile back at Arthur before taking his normal seat next to Antonio. The Spaniard was prattling off about Lovino and how cute the cranky, ineffable Italian was. Gilbert tuned him out relatively easily, not really being in the mood to hear about the omega that Antonio was obsessed with. His own mind was jumping from topic to topic, from Elizaveta's reappearance in his life, to Arthur's odd behavior this morning, to the threat of Francis's conniving ways looming over his concerns for Elizaveta.

The bell rang, Francis wheeled in with a stain of lipstick pressing like a flower petal against his lips, and the class began. The teacher, who was a graying man with a rather boring, toneless voice began to teach the class, pointing to the whiteboard with a stick. It seemed that the lesson of the day would be about businesses, and how to create and maintain your own. Gilbert chose to tune out for that, not considering it terribly important to know something that should come naturally for most Alphas.

His attention focused on Arthur in that moment, having exhausted most of his thoughts on Elizaveta to an extent that it pained him to continue thinking about her. He noticed the stiff set to Arthur's shoulders, the continuous tapping of his pencil on the wooden desk that he sat at. How odd, to have the normal collected, calm, stoic Arthur so... well, agitated.

Gilbert pondered what could be the cause of the Brit's antsiness only to come to the realization that Alfred had not showed up to school that morning. A slow smirk spread across his face, his red eyes gleaming with a dangerous light, like the red siren on a police car. Alfred must be in heat, then. What a shame, poor Arthur, ever the protective alpha was unable to stay with the omega that he was so obviously interested, but forbidden to take as his mate until both of them graduated high school.

It was an odd rule for parents to place, especially in this day and age of omegas that were really only good for raising babies, but each family had its own traditions. As it was, Alfred's family had two omegas, twins, and they were intent on making sure that both of their boys had a proper education in case they needed to make a life of their own. Another interesting fact concerning that family was that they kept their children at different schools. Gilbert and his friends had yet to meet Alfred's younger twin brother, Matthew. He knew Francis was more than a little curious-the Frenchman had been interested in Alfred at first before being effectively chased away by Arthur.

And so the day passed, with Gilbert going from class to class, his mind flitting from student to student and their relationships. He knew it was all just a distraction, anything to keep his mind off of the alluring Elizaveta Héderváry. Incidentally, he did update himself on all of the ongoing lives of almost every student of the school. The Danish boy named Mathias was rather resiliently lavishing attention on a very reluctant Norwegian named Lukas. It was cute, in a way, how Mathias was so determined, and Lukas so reluctant, though it was fairly obvious that the reserved boy liked the attention from the boisterous Alpha.

And of course, there was the beta pairings that fit in the odd mess of cultures that was Gakuen High. Feliks, a blond haired, green eyed Pole, and Toris, a Lithuanian with mousy brown hair, soft green eyes, and an incredibly nervous and indirect way about him, were the most well known. The two were equal in every way, and it was a nice enough relationship, though Gilbert could see no chemistry between them.

And last, but not least, there was his own brother's relationship with a certain Feliciano Vargas. The two were tied at the hip ever since they met in Freshman year of High School, and to be honest, Gilbert found Feliciano to be a very annoying, useless, chattery little thing. He never seemed to know when to stop talking, or even how to be intelligent at all. But Ludwig was very fond of the bright-eyed, peppy, annoying ball of energy, and so it looked as if Gilbert was going to have to be welcoming Feliciano into the family sooner than he would like. It was only Ludwig's Sophomore year, but it was rather obvious that the two were going to be mates. Everyone knew it, even the teachers. So, Alfher and Amelina met with Feliciano's parents and everything was confirmed and arranged. No bad feelings would be held when Ludwig mated with Feliciano at the boy's first heat. Gilbert dreaded the event with every fiber of his being.

He was torn from his musings as the omegas entered the cafeteria, having been released from their classes at long last. They had most likely been the ones who prepared the meal as well. It was important that they learn how to cook, so that they could take care of their future families and mates.

Seemingly without his permission, Gilbert's eyes began to seek out the bright pink flowers that he'd begun to associate with Elizaveta. Sure enough, he found their delicate forms bobbing amongst the sea of other heads that trailed their way through the doors. Alphas were jumping up to either hug their mate close or tug the omega they were interested in over to themselves. Antonio, as was his way, was trying to get Lovino to join him for lunch.

"Mon ami," breathed Francis next to Gilbert's ear, "you should go talk to her. She won't come here unless you ask her to," he advised before scanning the cafeteria to find an impressionable young omega to take under his wing for the meal.

Gilbert steeled his resolve, knowing that Francis had a point. If he wanted to claim Elizaveta as his, he had to reintroduce himself first. Taking a deep breath, the nervous Alpha rose and moved over to where Elizaveta was waiting for her food to be served to her.

He could not screw this up.

Whoo! First chapter done. I'm kind of excited for this, I'll be honest. I've always looked for a PruHun omegaverse, but have never been able to find a really good one. So I figured I try to my hand at writing it. I don't know. Things will certainly pick up in the next chapter, which I will try to get out in the next couple of days. Don't expect too much of me, though. I'm a procrastinator at my worst.

Have a lovely week, lovelies!

Beta-ed by the awesome LeviosaLove.