Hello my bunnies, and welcome to my very first Hetalia fan fic! *blows noise maker horn thingy with the shiny tassels and stuff* So, first I want to say this is like, a super multi relationship fic, but the main story revolves around Ludwig and Feliciano. Hopefully you'll get a laugh out of this and if not, well, then I'll just have to tell Elizabeta that you took over Roderich's vital regions. Now sit back, grab some pancakes, and enjoy!
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"Hey West, didja hear?"
Ludwig was in the middle of not eating his cafeteria slop (honestly, why did he keep getting it?) when his older brother, Gilbert, sat down at his table. He turned his slicked back, blonde head and baby blue eyes to his albino sibling. Ruby eyes smiled back in excitement as a small yellow bird, awesomely named Gilbird, was sleeping in Gilbert's platinum blonde locks. "About what, Gilbert?" Ludwig asked, mutilating an oddly colored carrot in the process.
"About the two new transfer students man!" Gilbert replied, not knowing the meaning of inside voices.
"Are you referring to the supposed twins?" piped up Kiku Honda's quiet voice. Kiku's short black hair and deep brown eyes turned to face Gilbert. Although the small Japanese boy is very shy, his friends have helped him open himself up a little in the past year.
The albino quickly turned to face the boy, "YES! The very ones!" he shouted while awesomely pointing at Kiku.
A short Chinese senior, Yao Wang, joined the conversation, "Aren't they supposed to be coming here from Italy, aru?" His long dark brown hair rested over his shoulder in a ponytail as his amber eyes scanned over the stuffed panda he always seemed to carry.
At this, Gilbert sprung out of his chair and pumped his fists in the air, "YEEEES!"
"From what I am hearing, they are going to be sophomores, da?" added Ivan Braginski, the very tall, very Russian senior. More often than not, Ivan is mistaken for a cold hearted boy who would kill you for looking at him the wrong way. In reality, he is a very sweet guy who just wants to have fun with his friends (…most of the time at least). He always wore a smile that would (or would not) reach his amethyst eyes. Ashy blonde hair rested upon his crown.
A boy with sky blue eyes hidden behind rectangular glasses turned quickly to Ivan, his wheat blonde hair turning with him as his constant cowlick (like, seriously constant. He has nightmares sometimes of the experiments the others have done on him trying to flatten it) bobbed along with him, "Hey Ivan!" called Alfred F. Jones, a loudmouth American who always wanted to be everyone's hero, "Say moose and squirrel!" this was not one of those heroic times.
A hand smacked the back of Alfred's head. Hard, "Don't be such an insufferable idiot, you git!"
"Owwie! Arthur, that fuckin' hurt you bastard!" Alfred glared at the boy. In return, Arthur Kirkland glared back at his best friend with emerald eyes. He ran a hand through his messy, but somehow organized British blonde hair.
"Well then don't say stupid things, idiot!" he spat back at Alfred.
"Um, please be excusing me," Ivan interrupted, "but why you want me to say moose and squirrel, Alfred?" At this, Alfred slammed his head on the table, laughing so hard he started to tear up. Which won him a kick to the shin, courtesy of Arthur, as Gilbert could be herd snickering in the background.
"Shit!" exclaimed Alfred, reaching down to rub his shin while still giggling, "What the hell man? You know that was funny! Don't make me pluck off those bushy ass caterpillars you call eyebrows!"
As his cheeks flushed red, Arthur covered his slightly too thick eyebrows with his hands. His obvious self consciousness about them always caused Alfred to use it to his advantage. Arthur mumbled something unintelligible and turned away from his insensitive companion.
"Did someone say cat?" Heracles Karpusi awoke from his nap at the sound of his favorite animal. Wiping the sleep from his dark green eyes, he sat up to look around for said feline. His hair suffered from constant bed head because of his unique habit of falling asleep anywhere and anytime without warning.
"Caterpillar, not cat, Heracles-kun," Kiku explained to the Grecian who looked confused when the vicinity was void of any cute, fluffy, purring kitties.
"Oh," he acknowledged disappointed. Then he lay his head back down and resumed sleeping in a matter of seconds.
"Damn Brit! Want me to throw your nasty tea in the damn lake again?" Alfred and Arthur were still arguing.
"They threw the tea in the Boston Harbor you moron! Honestly! Why do I know more about American history than the actual American here?" Arthur questioned.
"Because you Brits are still all pissy 'cus we pwnd your gross tea!" shot back Alfred, slightly blushing.
Their squabbling continued until a voice came out of seemingly nowhere, "Would you two stop fighting please? It's giving me a headache!" Everyone fell silent, wondering who spoke. That voice sounded so familiar to them. All at once they turned their attention to Matthew Williams, Alfred's twin brother (and don't ask why their last names are different or about the fact that Matthew is Canadian. Just..just don't, okay?). Even though his hair was a bit longer and the eyes behind his glasses were more indigo, most people either didn't see Matthew, or mistook him for his more rambunctious brother. More often than he would like, this mix up would get him into some sort of trouble.
"Mattie!" Alfred squealed, "When did you get here?"
"I've been here the whole time, Alfred.." sighed Matthew, holding his stuffed polar bear, Kumajiro. Suddenly, Alfred had his arms around his twin in a tight bear hug.
"You know you're my faaaaavorite brother, right?" he said in his innocent angel voice, "And I looooooove you!"
Matthew sighed again, "What do you want, Alfred?"
"Well, since you asked and all, can I copy your Biology homework? Pleeeeease Mattie? I promise I'll love you forever," he begged.
The younger could only sit there astounded, and then, "What the hell were you doing last night! I know I saw you with your book out!" he exclaimed. Well, tried to exclaim.
Alfred finally let go and looked away sheepishly, scratching his cheek, "Well you see.. What had happened was I was going to do it, I really was! But when I was looking up a word in the glossary I totally saw the word penis. Mattie! It was the funniest thing ever! And then I got curious, so I checked to see if vagina was there as well, and it totally was! After that I couldn't take the work seriously, so I gave up. Pleeeeease let me copy!"
"What the fuck Alfred? Are you really that immature?" Matthew squeezed the bridge of his nose with his index finger and thumb. Sometimes his brother was just too much. It was at that moment Gilbert came over and wrapped his arm around Alfred's shoulder, laughing hysterically.
"Oh my God man, you gotta show me that book!" he laughed.
"Haven't you already taken Biology, Gilbert-kun?" asked Kiku.
"Of course!" Gilbert beamed.
"Doesn't mean he's ever opened the book," joked the normally serious Ludwig. Well, he wasn't lying, but the young German enjoys insulting his brother.
"Hah, " the older albino turned to his little brother, "Hey West, shut the hell up. My awesome self is just so smart I don't need to open any lame books."
"Oui, this is why he always goes over Antonio's house to copy his homework," two more seniors approached the already strange table of friends. The speaker had gorgeous shoulder length blonde hair and clear blue eyes. Francis Bonnefoy was definitely the schools womanizer. Though, he has been known to go after guys if he found them cute enough. Okay, he basically humped anything that moved, but since he's French it's okay. …Right? His acquaintance, Antonio Carriedo, smiled his soft smile and waved to everyone. His messy brown hair, forest green eyes, tan skin, and Spanish accent made him almost as bad a Francis. Almost. Though his love for tomatoes far exceeded his love for anything else. …Really, looking at this group you have to wonder what happened to kids these days. As the author shakes her head at the significant change in today's societies children compared to past societies, Gilbert jumped over to his two best friends and rested his arms around both of their shoulders and laughed heartily.
The Bad Friend Trio was finally united again. Hazaa and whatnot. No one knows why exactly their called that, not even the trio themselves, but that's just the way it is. Though, there have been other variations.
"Yo! FAG Trio!" called Alfred, "When's your next party? I'm so ready so hang out with Mr. Daniels again!"
"Da, and I would also like to get my hands on that vodka you get as well," chimed in Ivan, "Er, but maybe you should not invite Raivis, da? The boy simply cannot hold his liquor and it was quite a mess to clean up last time." The small Latvian freshman, Raivis Galante, got completely hammered off of vodka at the last FAG party and got sick all over the front porch. It was not pretty, and all of the teens made a disgusted face at the memory.
Without warning, Heracles shot up, making everyone (excluding Ivan) jump. "Hey," he began with his monotonous tone of voice, "what do you think would happen if someone were to smoke catnip?" All eyes were looking upon him with unexpected confusion. After a few moments, Kiku spoke up.
"Um, Heracles-kun… please don't try and find out.." he looked worriedly at his friend. The sleepy Grecian looked at his small companion with half mast eyes, then he rested a hand on top of Kiku's head.
"Sorry, I didn't mean it.. mostly," he half mumbled, and then fell back asleep. If you looked closely, you could see Kiku turn a very light shade of pink from the contact.
Gilbert then slammed his hands down on the table. Heracles did not stir in the least. Everyone else jumped (excluding Ivan), more violently this time. "Holy fuck! Will you guys stop doing that!" shouted a very agitated Alfred.
"We're getting off topic, gentlemen!" Gilbert yelled, putting on a serious face, "The two, hot Italian, twins are transferring here!" he slammed his hand on the table a couple times for emphasis, "And we need to come up with a battle plan! Are you with me!" it was like he was giving a pep talk to his army before charging into the battlefield.
Ludwig hit his overly zealous brother on the side of the head, "Will you go away? Everyone's IQ is steadily dropping because of your nonsense."
The elder albino was about to fire back, but Francis was quicker, "But mon ami! Don't you know? It is said that Italian's are the very best lovers out there! Even better than the French! I'm sure I have herd a song about it somewhere.." he pondered this, trying to recall the song.
Ludwig glared at the thinking Frenchman who was stroking his stubble in concentration, "You're making everyone dumber than him," Ludwig stated while pointing to his brother.
Francis feigned a look of hurt on his face and wrapped his arms around Gilbert, "Waaa, Gilbie your little brother is scary!" he cried. Antonio then wrapped his arms around Gilbert's waist and practically hung off him.
"And what the hell are you doing?" asked the older German bo- "HEY! I am not fucking German! Germany is totally un-awesome! I'm a descendent of the mighty awesome Prussia bitch!" Hey! Don't go and break the fourth wall, Gilbert! That's totally not cool! "Well then say I'm Prussian!" What if I don't wanna? Hm? "Then I'll make you!" Yeah, right. At least I don't need quotation marks around what I say. :P "Fuck you bitch! I'll shove these quotation marks down your throat!" Oh really now? Well then maybe I'll change my plans and pair you up with Elizabeta? Hm? You want that? "Oh fuck no! That bitch is crazy as hell!" Hmm..okay okay, you're Prussian. Now we need to stop breaking the fourth wall before it shatters and something horrible happens. "Like what?" Like, I dunno, a thousand Chris Hansons fall from the sky and ask you to have a seat, or something. "Ohmigod that's really scary sounding!" I know! So stop talking to me! "Okay, okay."
"What in the bloody hell just happened?" asked Arthur, a befuddled look residing upon his vision.
"Don't ask dude, just don't ask," replied Gilbert, the PRUSSIAN member of the BFT.
"Did someone say Chris Hanson! Ne le laissez pas fnd moi!" exclaimed a frightened Francis as he hid behind Antonio. This act, in turn, frightened everyone at the table (including Ivan) as a million disgusting thoughts flew through each one of their minds.
"Francis, dude, I don't know if we should be friends anymore…" Alfred said wearily, "Like, if you ever go to jail, don't expect me to bail you out. I'm clearing that up right now."
A simultaneous group nod came after this statement, including Antonio and Gilbert. As a devastatingly hurt expression made itself clear on Francis' face, the lunch bell rang dismissing the students with an obnoxiously loud ring. Everyone got up and proceeded to their next class, leaving the dumbfounded French pedo all alone in the cafeteria.
As Ludwig sat in his English 11 class, he couldn't help but think about the new students. Now, he was a very serious person. He studied hard and made sure his house was always clean (even though Gilbert would just mess it back up), so news about a couple new students wouldn't rile him up like everyone else, but he was still curious. It's not a crime to have a curious demeanor, right? Tomorrow was the day they're to arrive. He sat and wondered what they would be like. Maybe he should try and protect them from his idiot brother and idiot brother's best friends. And possibly Alfred as well. He was starting to worry about the poor Italians and their welcome party.
English ended and he filed in with the rest of the students trying to either make it to their next class on time, make it outside to skip their last class, or make it to the restrooms to sneak a smoke. After U.S. History (Ludwig absolutely loves history), he felt quite chipper. He packed the books necessary for him to complete his homework later and headed to the parking lot to wait for Gilbert so they could drive home.
Today, the back entrance was calling to him, for he was not in the mood to be pushed around and bumped into by the stampede of students rushing for freedom after their seven and a half hours of mandatory educational confinement. As he walked through the abandoned alternate parking lot (yes, this school needs one of those, "Parking in Rear" signs), he heard a couple of familiar voices. Stealthily, he crept and hid silently along the outer wall of an alleyway.
"Why did you bring me out here?" came Arthur's voice.
"Because..I-I have something… something I n-need to say to you…" replied Alfred's voice. At least, Ludwig thought it was Alfred. He never herd the boy speak anything lower than a quiet yell.
"Okaaaay..?" Arthur must be wierded out too. It was kind of uncomfortable for the boys to hear their always-so-full-of-spirit Alfred sound so quiet and nervous.
"Arthur, I-" he trailed off. Oh how Ludwig wanted to actually see what was going on behind the wall! It made him a little flustered, "I…oh," Alfred sighed, " never mind Arthur, it's really not all that important."
Sounds of shuffling, and then a couple of footsteps emitted from the alley, "Wait!" and then the sounds quieted. "Don't tell me it's not important when you took the time to drag me all the way to this bloody back alley for it you idiot!" Arthur sounded annoyed, but Ludwig could also tell his defenses were up.
"No, it's nothing. I'm sorry for wasting your time," Alfred sounded almost apathetic.
"No, it's not nothing! So bloody tell me you git!"
"I swear, Arthur, it's not important, so just let me go.."
"You're starting to piss me off you little wanker! Tell me what your problem is so I can try and fucking help you! Stop acting so.. So not you, Alfred, I-"
"I like you!" Alfred yelled. Silence followed his confession. Ludwig's eyes completely opened in shock. He could just imagine Arthur, standing there in an even deeper shock, staring at Alfred.
Arthur was the one to break the silence with a whisper, "What?" just as Ludwig thought, he sounded absolutely shocked.
"I-I really like you, okay?" Alfred's voice wasn't much higher. He even sounded like he was on the verge of tears. More shuffling followed, and then someone started to run.
"Wait!" called Arthur as he took off after the fleeing Alfred. Quickly, the running stopped and Ludwig could hear them both panting lightly.
"No Arthur! Let me go! I can't do it! I can't stand to hear you reject me!" Alfred was clearly sobbing now.
"You idiot! Shut up for once in your life!" Did Arthur's voice just..crack? Moe noises, and the Ludwig could just barely make out what Arthur said, "I..kind of…like you too, Alfred.." a loud gasp followed, and then more crying from the American.
A peak. Just one little peak. They must be pretty far down the ally from the former sprinting. He wouldn't be noticed. Cautiously, Ludwig slid his head to peak around the corner. Wide eyed, he saw something he thought he'd never see. Alfred's arms were around Arthur's waist as his head lay on his shoulder, crying. Arthur was hugging Alfred back, a hand gently running up and down the former's back in a comforting motion. Looking closer, Ludwig could see Arthur's silent tears streaming down his face.
Feeling out of place and impolite, Ludwig turned to walk back into the school and out the front way. Though, he couldn't help feeling…weird. It's not like he's homophobic or anything, but he's never actually seen a gay relationship, let alone two of his close friends enter one right in front of his eyes. Some strange, foreboding feeling swirled inside of him. This was only the beginning of something big. Soon, something's going to happen; he's just frightened to find out what it's going to be.
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Hehe, right off the bat we get into AlfredxArthur. Hurray!
I dedicate this whole story to my totally homo BFF, I love you!
It would be really sweet if you reviewed an- "What the fuck! Don't fucking ask them like that!" G-Gilbert! O_o Why do you insist on breaking the fourth wall so much? "Because I can't stand how you run things! Now listen up people! I am the awesome Gilbert, and if you don't give this fic an awesome review then I will take away ALL OF THE COOKIES IN THE WORLD!" You can't say that! You'll just get the readers mad at me! Q_Q "I am the awesome Gilbert! They cannot get mad even if they try!" *sigh* I better end this before it gets out of hand… um, please review, and even if you don't I won't let Gilbert take all of the cookies. ^_^ "Bu-" *covers Gilbert's mouth* Until next time my bunnies!