Title: El Tango de Roxanne
Fandom: Hetalia(alternate dimension where they aren't actually countries)
Theme(s): Romance, angst, comfort, drama
Pairing(s): PruCan
Summary: To be, or not to be? That.. is the question. Actually, the question with Gilbert is 'Why does Matthew never listen to me?'
Author's Notes: THIS IS A SAD FIC.. though it'll get better. Promise. lD
He couldn't believe that it was happening again. Even after he had told the man time and time again, he still went back to that. The other times, it wasn't quite as bad, but this time... This time he had a very bad feeling about it all. It was just way too shady for him to be able to just sit there and let it happen. But what could he do? He knew what he had to do, but.. could he do it?
*Several hours earlier*
"Matt, just hear me out! I've got a really bad feeling about tonight." The albino was following the blond man as he hurried around the room in search of his entertainer outfit for the night. With a heavy sigh, the blond turned to face the other man, arms crossed over his chest.
"We've had this conversation a million times, Gil. You always think something bad is going to happen." Gilbert shook his head, grabbing Matthew's shoulders so he couldn't turn away.
"It's different this time, Matt.. Please, just trust me this one night."
"I'm sorry. It's my job, it's what keeps me alive. I can't just abandon that!" With that said, Matthew pulled away from him and turned away, spotting his outfit and hurrying over. Gilbert was left with one hand raised, a saddened expression on his face. It had been this way for several years, ever since his best friend's parents were killed. The blond hadn't taken it too well, so he had sold himself to prostitution at one of the most prestigious strip clubs in the area. Gil had been trying for years to get him to stop, warning him that something bad was going to happen, but he had never listened.
"Look, Gil.. I'm happy that you're worried for me, but every night I work we have the same conversation. You say you have a bad feeling, I say you're imagining things and go to work. I come home, perfectly fine."
"Only when you have gentle handlers.." Matthew let out an annoyed sound, shoving at his friend's chest to try and get him out of the room.
"I'm so sick and tired of this! Just.. go!" Matt snapped at him, standing and staring up at the taller man with a glare. Gilbert stood in shocked silence for a long time before it finally hit him. Matt had never told him to go away before. In one swift movement, Gil had pushed Matthew back until they fell onto the bed, red eyes staring down into wide violet ones.
"I've been beside you for years, ever since that day.. Every single day, do know what I do while you're off selling your dick to horny jerks? I'm sitting outside your door, worrying myself until I'm physically sick," here, Gilbert paused, gazing off to take a shuddering breath, "I can't get you to stop going to this stupid place, but.. If you trusted me even just a little bit, please.. Tell them you're sick tonight and you don't want your 'clients' to catch it. Please. Something really bad is going to happen tonight, I can feel it in my bones." He gazed down at Matthew with pleading eyes, one hand on either side of him simply to keep him in place. After a few long, silent minutes, Matthew finally turned his head away with closed eyes.
"You know I can't lie.." he whispered. Gilbert let out a distressed scoff, pulling away and turning for the door. After everything they had been through, he didn't believe him.. Without turning back around, Gil picked up the nearest heavy object and sent it flying toward the window, a sickening feeling of pleasure washing over him when he saw the glass scatter over the carpet.
"Fine. Keep selling yourself, you fucking idiot.. I've loved you even before your parents were murdered, and this is what I've been putting up with? You're really.. a blind idiot.." With that said, Gilbert swept out of the room, racing through the house and slamming the front door shut once he crossed the threshold. He didn't know where he was running, and he didn't care.
Matthew stared at the bedroom door in shock, heart hammering in his head from the surprise of the window being broken. He had never once thought that Gilbert loved him.. He always thought he stayed by his side out of sympathy, and he was just fine with that. But now.. With the realization that the albino loved him for who he was and not who he was pretending to be.. Matthew shoved his hands into his face, shoulders shaking lightly.
"My god.. what have I done?"
After a long time of thinking, Matthew had decided to go ahead and go to the club, fully ready to explain his late arrival and intending on quitting once the night was over. He had to make his money tonight, or else he'd never last through the week to find another job. He had completely forgotten the urgency in Gilbert's voice when he had begged him to stay at the house tonight, having been startled with the confession.
Upon reaching the club, he had easily told his boss about the hold up and he had gone to working normally without a single mishap so far. Of course, the bad things always happen when it's least expected to..
A few hours into the night, as Matthew was taking his third break(he was rather distracted and had kept stumbling during his routines), a group of three or four rather large men had come into the club with an air of an almost murderous intent. Gilbert's words came rushing back to him then, and Matthew stood from the stool at the bar, getting ready to disappear into the back. The sound of a gun went off and he stiffened, watching with wide eyes as the bartender fell, blood pooling rapidly behind the bar. Everything erupted into chaos...
Gilbert just couldn't shake that horrible feeling. He had fully intended on just going back to his own apartment to leave Matthew to his own devices, yet here he was - a block away from the club, his eyes glued on the doors. It had been quiet for too long, no one had gone in and no one had come out. He couldn't risk going through the front doors. He knew a way in, though, one that the bartender had let him use when he wanted to come watch Matthew dance without the blond finding out. He had to see what was going on, he just had to.
Once he had found the hidden entrance, he was silent as death itself, creeping through the abandoned tunnel that ran under the club - it had been used as a cellar back in old times, and to sneak out massive amounts of alcohol. He could hear muffled voices now, his eyes fixed ahead of him anxiously. Peering through the back of one of the wine shelves, he could make out a small group of bigger guys - all with guns - and the group of dancers and patrons backed into a corner together. He didn't see Matt among them, but the feeling was still so strong.
His eyes caught the glimmer of blood, and he glanced down and almost let out a noise of surprise at finding the bartender dead behind the counter. But where was Matt? After searching with his eyes as widespread as possible, Gilbert knelt down, pushing a small door open and crawling out behind the counter, pushing the door shut quietly. The voices were much clearer now, but he wasn't paying attention to that. He made his way to the far end of the counter, ignoring the blood that started to seep into his jeans. Something stopped him in his tracks, a soft and frightened voice cutting off the mutterings of the other men.
"W-why are y-you doing this..?"
"Ehh? You have some guts there, pretty boy, talking so boldly."
"Yeah, do you want to be next to meet the same fate as the 'tender? Haha!"
"Hey, boys.. Since this one's got fight, how about we have a little fun with 'im?"
"No way, really?"
"Can we seriously, boss?"
"I don't see why not.."
Gilbert saw red, fists clenched when he heard the panicked cry of his childhood friend. In a flash, he stood and set a hand on the bar counter, propelling himself across it to slam a foot into one of the men's faces.
"You get your damn dirty hands off of mein Birdie! I vill not tolerate zis kind of shing anymore!" he snapped, throwing a fist at another of the astonished men. Everything fell into chaos again, guns blazing, punches and kicks being thrown, angry and frightened screaming filling the club within a few short moments.
And then, in the blink of an eye, it was over. A single gunshot filled the air, right before the last man went down. Matthew was backed up against one wall, hands over his ears and eyes shut tight. He flinched when a gentle hand touched his cheek, eyes opening slowly. Gil gave him a weak smile, one hand held tightly to a rapidly reddening spot at his side. Matt's eyes widened.
"Hey.. don't be.. scared anymore.. okay..?" Matthew had no words, his mind reeling. Gilbert had been.. he was..
"G.. Gil.."
Gil's vision blurred, his hand falling away from Matt's cheek as he stumbled back. Everything was spinning, his head feeling light. 'At least I saved Mattie..' was the last thought before everything lost focus, his mind descending into darkness. He fell forward, Matthew being quick to react as he grabbed him before he hit the ground.
"Gilbert! Gil! Wake up.. please! Gilbert!"
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