Forbidden not Illegal
Chapter one: Confess and Screw Up
This fanfic has Nyotalia versions of some of the characters and most will be straight pairings. This includes the F.A.C.E family, with England and Canada as girls.
I DO NOT OWN HETALIA AND I ALSO DON'T OWN ANYTHING ELSE: though I would if I could...*snicker
The first few chapters will take place when Madeline is fifteen and Gilbert is...*cough* twenty-five. I know! A pretty damn big age difference but whatever! It's not illegal... I think. Y'know what? As long as this a freaking romance fanfic then I don't care if He's fifty and she's thirty [actually I do care A LOT.] This will also have a sub plot about about a certain couple ;] you might as well guess since there will be a lot.
On the cold night of December 30th, the eve of her fifteenth birthday, Madeline Williams Bonnefoy confessed.
"I love you."
"Yeah yeah, I love you too."
"No, not like that!"
"Hm? Then like what?"
"L-like a lover type of love!"
The man froze and dropped his controller, "What?"
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3 hours before this chaotic moment
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"Hey Maddie!" Gilbert swung his arm around her, "Happy birthday before your actual birthday!"
He laughed and waltzed into the kitchen, his arm still firmly perched upon her shoulders. She let a small smile dance upon her lips, "It's not my birthday yet, so you can't have any cake until tomorrow." He cackled at the response.
After about an hour of playing various card games Alice came through the door and greeted the two with an exasperated look, "Why the bloody hell are you here Gilbert?"
Laughing, he answered, "I'm going to the basement to beat Alfie's ass at videogames." Gilbert raced downstairs to escape her oncoming rage.
She glared at his back as he disappeared downward, "FRANCIS!" She stormed up the stairs to the master bedroom and streams of curses were unleashed upon the unsuspecting victim.
Gilbert popped his head back out with immense amusement as Madeline giggled softly. He gave her a quick hug not noticing the slight blush that crept up her face, "Well, I'm going to go downstairs… Happy almost birthday!"
He released his grasp upon her and sprinted down. Faint yells of, 'Hey' or 'What the heck?' and 'You suck at videogames!' could be heard.
She sighed and sat down on the brown couch, how cruel she was to herself.
Leaning back, Madeline stared at the ceiling fan. Closing her eyes she let the beating of the fan lull her to sleep.
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1 hour later
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"Madeline?" Alice looked down at her sleeping daughter; she smiled lightly, but quickly hid it with a frown.
"Madeline." She called out again, this time shaking the girl lightly. "Mphm." Was the only response she got.
"Madeline!"
"I'm up! I'm up!" The girl shook her head lightly and stared at her mother.
"Finally! Honestly, love, you sleep like a rock." Alice scolded as she glared down at the child. There was a sudden shout that rang out from the basement; the already grumpy mother shifted her glare to the door.
"One of these days I'm going to kill Gilbert. He's already twenty-five and he's still playing video games! Quite frankly, I'm surprised he even got a job." She growled and let her hand thread through her blonde locks of hair while heading towards the noise with irritation.
Madeline's eyes widened with panic as her mother went for the door, "Wait mom!" she called out hurriedly while tumbling clumsily off the couch. Alice turned, "Yes?"
"I, um, need t-to, um, talk to Gilbert." Madeline mentally cursed herself for stuttering.
The stressed mother rolled her eyes and replied, "Fine, finish your question and then hand him over to me so I can kick his bloody arse." Her voice dripped with silent anger.
Madeline bit her lip as she went down. She took a sharp turn to the left, walking past the room that contained Alfred and Gilbert. She quietly slipped into the bathroom, locking the door behind her.
Pulling out her red phone, she quickly dialed the number of her consulter, beep*. Five seconds passed and the phone picked up,
"Hello, how may I help you Madeline."
The young girl sighed in relief, "Hi, I just wanted to ask you for some, err, advice."
"It would be my pleasure, what is it that you want to talk about?"
"I want to confess to him... but I, um, don"t know if i should anymore? I have about five minutes before he has to leave."
There was a momentary silence that engulfed the room before an answer was received,
"Madeline, are you sure he's the one you love?"
She nodded before giving a vocal yes, "Then you should confess no matter what. If he turns you down, what will you do?"
She stood speechless, she hadn't thought of that. A knot formed in her throat, "I-I don't know."
There was a soft laugh across the line, "If you truly love him, you won't give up. Try and try until you can get across to him how much he is to you and then he might finally accept. Or maybe, you just have to wait for the perfect time."
Madeline smiled in appreciation,"Thanks."
"It was no problem-oof!" The phone vibrated, "Are you ok?"
"Yes, the cat just jumped on me. Oh! Don't' forget this either. If you try to make him realize, be carful not to act obsessive, that will most likely push him away, good luck."
"Yes, thank you." She hung up and took a deep breath, unlocked the door and opened it. Only to find Alfred right in front of her, imitating the potty dance, "Maddie, dude, you've been in there for like, I don't know twenty minutes! I gotta go!" He rushed past her to the door and slammed it.
She sighed, so much for a silent preparation.
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10 minutes later
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Her hands shook furiously and her legs were quivering like a newborn lamb, 'open the door and just say it' she thought mentally, 'But he'll definitely reject me.' She shook her head, 'that doesn't matter! Just confess and get this over with.'
Her hand was glued to the doorknob and it was as if a mysterious force prevented her from entering. A certain cackle set her off and she broke through the barrier, thoroughly unprepared.
"Hey Al! I thought you we-" Gilbert realized the figure of the man was not a man at all but a woman's.
"Hey Maddie! You finally up for some Halo?" she shook her head vigorously in panic and kept her mouth shut and firm.
He shrugged and motioned her to come closer, "Hmm, thought so, might as well watch the awesome me play this god forsaken thing!" He laughed and continued pressing buttons on the controller. Her voice took on a higher pitch as she spoke unsteadily, "You know…G-Gilbert..." Her voice trailed off.
"Speak louder, I cant multitask like that freak you call a brother."
"I-I love.."
"Huh?"
She took a deep breath in and spoke with all her might,
"I love you."
"Yeah yeah, I love you too."
"N-no, not like that!" She stuttered, trying to find the words to her feelings.
She always said that she loved Gilbert…he just thought about it a different way.
"Hmm? Then like what?"
"L-like a lover type of love!" she blurted out, and as fast as she said it her hand was clasping her mouth shut like a zipper.
The man froze and dropped the controller "What?"
She gave him an equally startled look as they both stared at each other, wild red eyes clashed with confused violet ones.
"I-uh.. W-well, I r-really, um…" He stuttered like a maniac while using his hands as a support for propelling himself into a standing position. He walked over to her with an unsure aura, "I-I'm quite, uh, q-quite and absolutely s-sure t-that uh…"
He was at a complete loss of words and they both stood in an unbearable awkward silence.
"Y-you know what! L-let's forget all about this!" She announced hurriedly, she messed up.
And not just bad.
Really bad.
"Y-yeah! Its just your stupid teenage hormones going all Spartan on ya! Don't worry! I-I'm s-sure that this, uh, will p-pass in less than, err, five months?"
He ruffled her blonde hair awkwardly. And as if they hadn't spoken, the tension in the room returned. Then as if God had come waltzing down out of heaven, Alfred in all bulk and glory busted into the room with his face stuffed with barbecue chips and his glasses hanging from his ear.
He gave each person a quizzical look before swallowing his food,
"Uh, What the heck are you guys doing?" Gilbert retracted his arm and Madeline mentally thanked Alfred.
"It's nothing Al, what's up with that get up?" She asked trying to avert the situation.
"Well, Mom caught me snacking some of these sweet babes and started cursing like a maniac. She said stuff like, 'Oh, you'll get so fat not even the devil would be able to fit you inside the hell hole!' or 'Damn, you might as well die from a heart attack!' and blah, blah, blah. I mean come on! Will you look at these abs?" As if to prove his point, he lifted his shirt and pointed at his stomach.
He specifically mocked Alice's voice, causing Gilbert to stifle a laugh before remembering the previous moments.
"W-well y'know what? It's like, what- oh! Will you look at that!? Its fifteen minutes till, uh, eleven!"
He announced hurriedly whilst checking his watch. He literally leapt past Alfred and up the stairs, "Dude! Where you going?!" Gilbert stuck his head back out and looked at the two figures down the stairs, "I uh, got to pick up my little brother..or something like that!" He then glanced to the left and felt the killer aura emitting from the kitchen.
"You bloody bastard, I thought you were ratted out of this place hours ago," Alice muttered and the knife in her hand looked more like a short, pointy sword set on murder.
He gulped and guiltily glanced at Madeline before making a bee line for the front door, "But your brothers twenty!" Alfred called out after him, but to no avail since no answer came.
They watched him jump in the car and drive away. "I wonder what's wrong with him." Alfred huffed.
Madeline glanced at her brother with a unsettling emotion stirring in the pits of her stomach, "I wonder too." She whispered before reality dawned upon her.
On the cold night of December 30th, the eve of her birthday, Madeline Williams Bonnefoy was rejected.
Thank you for reading! please review and give me some helpful critiques. This is my first fanfiction so I might make the characters become a little...ooc. Anyways, thank you again!,