Notes:
1) Characters may be OOC, but I'm trying.
2) Rating for mild language and ideologically sensitive humor.
3) Human names are used. The setting is Gakuen Hetalia. (sr.=senior)(jr.=junior)(so.=sophmore)(fr.=freshman)
4) Names with * by them, are not official names.
Prussia(Gilbert)- 18(sr.); Belarus(Natalia)- 16(jr.); (Feliciano)- 15(so.); /Romano(Lovino)- 16(jr.); Germany(Ludwig)- 17(jr.); Spain(Antonio)- 17(sr.); France(Francis)- 18(sr.); Russia(Ivan)- 18(sr.); Hungary(Elizaveta)- 17(sr.); Austria(Roderich)- 18(sr.); America(Alfred)-16(So.); England(Arthur)-17 (jr.); Seychelles(Rachel*)- 15(so.); Ukraine(Katyusha*)- 18(sr.); Taiwan(Meimei*)- 15(so.); Japan(Kiku)- 16(jr.)
(Translation notes at end)...(I really like google translate...bahaha)
After a long day of extra-caricular activities, the sun began to set as Lovino dragged himself home. He and his brother didn't live terribly far from the school, so Lovi just walked instead of drove. As he reached his house, he saw a too familiar, german vehical. Annoyance rose on Lovino's face. After a hard day of practice, he was not in the mood for the patato-bastard.
"Feliciano!" Lovino shouted to his brother- half as a threat, half as a 'you better be decent' warning. He wasn't a happy camper.
The younger brother jumped off of the couch he was on with his husky-looking lover. "Hi~, Lovino~!" he said as he pushed his brother into a hug.
Lovino wiggled free. "Why is HE here?" he pointed in annoyance causing Feliciano to look over his shoulder to see that Ludwig had goten off of the couch as well.
"Well~, we're watching a movie~!" Feliciano beamed. Lovino inwardly slapped himself.
"Obviously, you retard! I ment what is he doin' at our HOUSE!" Lovi flipped the larger man off as an added insult. Feliciano slapped his arm away.
"Be nice, Romano!" Feliciano pouted. "Gilbert doesn't feel well and wanted the house to himself!"
After a short pause that seemed to carry on for akward hours, Lovino sighed grumpily and shrugged his shoulders.
"Geez...Then I'll just go to Antonio's I guess." Lovino glanced away slightly embarrassed. He quickly turned to Ludwig and shouted, "Only because I HATE seeing you DAMN face, bastardo!" and with that, slammed the door after him without letting his brother say a word.
Lovino stood on the front steps of Antonio's house trying to catch his breath. He had ran all the way there in a fit of rage. He opened the door to his boyfriend's home without knocking and stepped in. Right before Lovino was about to announce that he was there, he felt an odd french sence in the air.
"Son of a bitc-" Lovino began when Antonio jumped from a nearby staircase (scaring Lovino half to death, I might add) and embraced the younger boy greatly. An unshaven, blonde followed him.
"Lovi~!" the spaniard greated with a peck, causing his lover to blush.
"Why the fuck is this guy here?" Lovino spat.
"Ahh~, don't be so cold, Lovi," Antonio chuckled, releasing him.
Lovino pouted. "Well, I came over here because the fuckin' German was over and-" he whispered. A gental kiss was pushed on his cheek, cutting him off.
"Don't worry about it. He was about to leave," Antonio whispered back.
"I feel so unloved!" Francis shouted right next to the faces of the two lovers. Antonio chuckled, and Lovino glared.
"Speaking of which, are you gunna stop at Gil's then?" Antonio asked. Lovi looked dumbfounded.
"What? What's that got to do with the Prussian prick?" Lovi asked. "Feli told me that he was sick. That's why his fuck-buddy was over."
"Wha? No, dude!" Francis shook his head. "Him and Elizaveta broke up!"
"What?" Lovino gasped. It's not like he really cared about either of them, but Feli was friends with Liz. Not to mention the two had been dating for how many decades? On and off, of course, but they always got back together in a week, tops. "They'll probably get back together though, so what's the big idea?" Lovi added.
"No, mi amor. It's over for sure this time," Antonio added.
"Oui," Francis looked at his shoes, slightly disappointed. "Well!" He said after a short pause, "I'm gunna go talk him. See you guys later."
"Gil!" Francis shouted from the outside front lawn of the German household when he saw that the boy's bedroom window was open with a yellow chick sitting on its ledge. Knowing that Gilbert would give a reaction if something happened to his 'pet,' Francis picked up a quarter-sized rock and threw it towards the bird. The chick leaped up and flapped around. A split second later an albino man was sticking his head out the window shouting.
"Verdammt! Who the fuck did that!" Gilbert screamed at no one inparticular until he noticed a French boy in his yard. "Hey! What the hell, Francis!"
"Makin' sure you're still alive," Francis winked. Gil rolled his eyes. He wasn't in the mood for this.
"What do you want?" Gilbert propped his head on his hand. His arm was resting on the window-sill. He yawned.
"I wanna talk about Eli-" before Francis could finish his train of thought, Gilbert violently closed his window and walked away from it.
After a pause of shock, Francis's face rose in anger and annoyance. Here he was trying to be a good friend and has it thrown in his face. "Fine. Do whatever the fuck you want," he murmered under his breath.
Gilbert walked to his bed and flopped down in a moody depression mixed with anger. His other window was opened just enough for Gilbird to fly in. When the chick did, it perched itself on top of Gilbert's head.
After a few minutes of pretending to be sleeping, Gil opened his eyes and took a good look around his bedroom. Littered with clothes, blankets, and whatever else was physically possible, he noticed feminine clothes sprawled about mixed in. Looking to his dresser and tv stand, he saw pictures of himself and a brunette girl. Hanging from the nob of his wardrobe, there happened to be a light pink, frilly C-cup bra- obviously not his. Below was more lingerie, from the same woman, that had been carelessly thrown there in a heated moment.
After a small blush left his face, Gilbert sat up. "This crap has got to go," he whispered to no one.
An hour or so later, Gilbert was carrying a a box of feminine items to his front door. Not really wanting to be behind the wheel of a car, he decided to walk. He was headed to the woman's house who owned the articles.
It took a slight while to arrive at the house, but not too long. Gilbert rang the doorbell, taking a gulp to help mentally prepare himself.
"Hello?" was said by a girl's voice as the door swung open.
"...Hey," Gilbert looked away from the girl, "Elizaveta."
"G-...Gilbert," Elizaveta blushed slightly and looked in the opposite direction from the boy. A long, akward pause was put in place between the two before the girl whispered after seeing the box. "It's really over, isn't it?"
Gilbert didn't answer, but gave an ever-so-slight nod before muttering: "Sorry." He handed her the box. Elizaveta took the box in both hands without saying another word. The situation was akward enough as it was. Not saying anything, Gilbert turned right around and walked away without even as much as looking at Elizaveta. The girl closed the door.
Elizaveta looked at the box of items. On top were a few pictures of her and Gilbert being silly and loving. She leaned herself against the door and slid to the floor, all the while looking at the photos. Tears were falling from her eyes at an uncontrolable rate.
With Gilbird perched on his shoulder, Gilbert took his time getting home in the dead of night. Without even realizing it, the sun had set long ago, and it was well into the night. He looked to the sky. It was so peaceful.
Still, even sadness filled Gilbert. He and his lover had broken up. He didn't even know why. It just gave him a really 'un-awesome' feeling.
Not wanting to go home quite yet, Gilbert took a detour before reaching his house. He decided to go into the city instead.
When Gilbert reached the city lights, he perked up a slight bit. Night life was always his favorite part of the 'day.' He still didn't want to do much though. Instead of doing much of anything, he decided to stop at a cafe that he didn't go to often (because Elizaveta hated it), and ordered a black coffee. It wasn't like him to drink coffee, but tonight he felt he needed to keep going with the change for fear he would break down.
"A black coffee!" Gilbert heard his order called out, notifying him to go get it.
"Thank-...eh?"
"Eep!"
"N-N-Natalia?" Gilbert pointed to the girl who gave him his order aw-struck.
"Gilbert?" She did the exact same thing.
"Since when did you start working here?" Gilbert asked. He and Natalia (who was on break) were sitting in a two-person table in the back corner of the cafe.
"Hmmm? I've worked here for a quite a while now," she answered him. Natalia felt slightly akward around the boy. He never talked to her. Ever. So why was he now?
"Oh...I see," Gilbert answered.
"Gil?" Natalia looked at the boy. He didn't seem himself at all. He seemed a lot more somber than his usual hyper, boyish self.
"Hm?" he mummbled a response while taking a sip of his coffee.
"Are you alright?"
T.R.A.N.S.L.A.T.I.O.N.S.
Bastardo- Bastard (Italian)
Mi Amor- My love (Spanish)
Oui- Yes (French)
Verdammt- Damnit (German
O M G. . . was that okay for a first chapter? Was it?
A lot of character I feel are OOC. D:
I'm trying really hard, too! I've just never wrote a fanfiction with all of these guys! D: oh snap!
btw, this is BelarusxPrussia, if you haven't noticed. Lmfao. WOOH! : D
um, really, though. THIS IS SUPER EXCITING!
THIS IS MY FIRST EVER STORY WHERE I KNOW EXACTLY (not really but kinda) WHERE THE HELL I'M GOING WITH IT! : D
wooh for knowing the plot and not winging it : D
so I hope you like it guys~! Leave me a message giving tips on how characters should act~! Kthnx~!
To Be Continued...
