A/N: Yay! My first Hetalia fanfic. I suddenly began to love the rare pairings of SpUk (it became my OTP) and PrUk (I was so happy in the real history they were allies for a while. Lol.) so I wanted to spread the love of this pairings further by making a fic dedicated to it. I'm sorry to the UsUk fans out there but I don't really support them but I still respect your opinions! I'm fine seeing them as a couple but I just don't ship it. (Hope that makes sense.) Anyway, I'm someone who's easily to ship rare and underrated pairings more than the famous ones. I swear SpUk and PrUk doesn't receive much love. D: Anyway, this is a SpainxEnglandxPrussia (and a bit of America trying to get UK back) fic. I havent decide the ending yet because I'm planning to let the readers decide whether Arthur ends up with Antonio or Gilbert based from the progress of the story. So both pairings have equal romantic scenes. HAHA. But frankly speaking, my first plan was making Arthur end up with Gilbert but I thought of making it this way since it's much more fun. Okay, let's begin reading!
Disclaimer: If Hetalia was mine, I'll make SpxUkxPru canon. I don't care if it's a threesome or not.
Triple Play
1st Play; Rejection
BUZZ! BUZZ!
The British man startled a little after realizing his phone just vibrated in his pocket. He pulled it out and flipped it open to check the notification. Oh, it's from him. The blonde thought before heaving a sigh. He didn't bother to reply the message he'd received and shoved his mobile phone back into his pants pocket. He'd only briefly read the mail and decided to ignore the caveat stated in the content. He silently grumbled at how busybody and wary his friend was about the Briton's so called romantic love life. The Spaniard won't stop telling him he was going to regret and will end up whining back at him for currently being in a relationship with the loud American. He wasn't sure whether that friend of his was just jealous because he managed to get together with someone or he had too much free time to actually be occupied doing something more commendable. He believed it to be the latter because frankly speaking, he didn't really see the other guy exit from their rented apartment to find himself a job or anything. He mostly would just sit and laze around on the red sofa at the middle of the living room, watching some Spanish variety shows.
The Briton was walking down the street heading to a particular café where his date today was going to be held at. He was impatient to meet his date resulting him to almost bump on a citizen due to his fast pace walking. He decided to wear a simple brown coat matched with his favorite black neck tie and bronze pants. He considered his attire to be quite formal for a date but it was too late to head back and change anyway. Besides, it was a normal thing for a British gentleman to be seen wearing formal clothing like this and he took pride in it. After all, he has his image as a Briton that needed to be kept.
'Now where is the bloody café? I don't see any signboard saying- ah! There it is.' The blonde spotted a board with a 'Red Autumn' written in large cursive fonts located in front of a fancy looking café. 'This must be it.' When he was about to make his entrance, his cell phone throbbed again and it almost drove him near the edge of how annoying it was to be disturbed in an important occasion. He quickly scrutinized the second message he'd got from the Spaniard. Bloody hell! How persistent are you? He internally screamed in his head at how irritating his friend was presently behaving. His slender finger tapped the mini buttons hastily typing down his reply to his pal's text.
'What the bloody hell is your problem? He isn't going to ruin my life!'
The blonde man slammed his flip phone shut before receiving an instant reply. He groaned slightly before looking at his friend's reply and fathomed at why the bastard was being exceptionally worried all of the sudden.
'Don't do it, Artie! You're going to get crushed! He's cheating on you, I tell you! C-H-E-A-T-I-N-G!'
'For God's sake, stop calling me that and I am educated enough to know how the word cheating spells. Also, I am not going to get crushed. Do you even have any proof?'
'Please, Artie! As your best friend, I don't want to see you being betrayed in the worst way possible. Trust me! That boyfriend of yours has already seeking someone else and oh you don't want to know who it is. Your fragile heart can't take the impact it will cause.'
Arthur merely rolled his emerald eyes at how dramatic the brunette was being at the moment. Cheating? Please. He knew Alfred better than anyone else to judge whether his boyfriend was two timing him or not. Antonio worries over small and non-existing things too much. Not to mention he had his own problems needed to be taken care of rather than wasting his time prying on Arthur's love story.
'Please. I've been through more devastating events than you and I know when someone is disloyal or not.'
'Why won't you listen to me, Arthur? I'm telling you this because I don't want you to experience something you don't deserve, you know…'
Guilt somehow succeeded on finding a perfect spot in his heart at how hurt the brunette sounded. He understood the fact that he was just worried about him but he finds the Spaniard fret over small matters which was not related to him often. Especially if it has to do with Arthur's privacy. He just won't find an end to his rant about how Arthur was going to repent for making a terrible decision later on. He swore that Antonio was just being exaggerating at times.
'Listen, I trust you okay? It's just that you don't have to worry so much about me getting deceived and all. I can handle any breakdowns I might have if what you'd told me is going to be true. So stop acting like my mother. I'll be fine.'
The Briton stuffed his phone back inside his pocket before entering and waved at Alfred who was already seated at one of the round table near the counter. The interior design of the café somehow perked Arthur's interest as it was decorated with old style adornments that really brought out the vintage atmosphere. Without further ado, he took his seat across the American who was currently giving a lady killer smile that could knock out any maiden who glance at it. A tint of red crawled on Arthur's face at how handsome Alfred was today. The American wore a plain white T-shirt with a navy colored denim jacket that was well paired with his denim jeans. Arthur grimaced a little at how worked up he was this morning to even dress formally while the other was being natural yet attractive at the same time in his choice of fashion.
'You're quite late. Something happened on the way?' Alfred asked after a few seconds of silence.
'Oh, it's nothing. Antonio kept on bothering that's all. I kind of lost my direction on the way too so sorry for taking your time.' Arthur swiftly answered as he called out for a waiter to take their orders.
'Antonio? Oh, you meant that Spanish dude you're staying with?'
'Yes. He was rather noisy this morning for someone who usually wakes up at noon'
Alfred frowned a little before informing the just arrived waiter what he was going to have. Arthur ordered his classic favorite which was fish and chips and a glass of mineral water along with it while the other asked for a Big Bite Burger and a glass of coke which happened to be his usual taking whenever he had his meal here. The waiter jotted down their menus before returning to the kitchen. Once again, silence fell upon them. Maybe it was the text that Antonio had sent to Arthur about Alfred cheating on him made him feel uncomfortable around the lad now. How if it was true? Arthur shook his head at the doubt he had for the American's loyalty. He strongly trusted the fact Alfred would never leave him in such dejection state. Hey, they say relationships will never turn out well if you don't trust each other right?
'So, what have you been doing lately?' Alfred tried to break the tense mood that was building around them at the time. 'I'm quite busy back at the company. Being a CEO is a tough job.' He ruffled through his dark blonde hair while averting his gaze towards the window.
'Yeah, you told me that before. I'm up to the usual. Sipping tea, reading newspaper, strolling down the town's square, yelling at Antonio for being clumsy and untidy. Yup, the usual.' Arthur shrugged at how bland his daily routine was.
'You're not planning to find a job? You can't always depend on your parent's income being sent to you all the time, you know?'
'You made it sound like as if all of their money goes to me.' The Briton arched an eyebrow at how bold the other's comment was. It wasn't like his parents gave all of their money to him. He only received like a quarter of it so he could support his independent life. 'When the right time comes, I'll start gaining my own money. I just don't feel like it now…'
'I'm telling you this for your own good.' His voice was terribly gentle when he'd said that. Arthur had always loved that tender tone of Alfred's voice whenever he gets worried over something. It was a rare occurrence since majority of the time he would speak as loud a roaring tiger. Let's not forget he talks as fast as a jet's speed. It was a hard time for Arthur to perceive properly whatever he'd heard from Alfred especially if the story was very enthusiastic to the point that the other wouldn't even rest to take a breath. It was not like as if Arthur minded it. In fact, he found it to be secretly adorable on how glimmering Alfred's eyes will be whenever he was all excited to tell something.
'Yeah, I know. Thanks for your concern.' Arthur blushed faintly as he appreciated Alfred's deep concern for him. Before they knew it, their food had already arrived and without wasting anymore minutes, they began digging in. Along the way, they chatted happily about all sorts of things which mainly consist about topics such as their everyday life, Alfred's complains about his work, their plans for the next weekend and much more. Even though Arthur won't admit it, he wished that time would move slower than usual since he wanted to use up all the time he has in the world with his perfect boyfriend. Then the warnings Antonio had mentioned came haunting back. Arthur simply brushed those anxieties away and chose to be indulged in the euphoria right in front of him now. There was no way Alfred was going to betray him.
After what it felt like forever, they had finished their meal and continued with their small enjoying talks. Arthur realized Alfred's pair of cobalt orbs never did left his emerald ones throughout their conversation. The blonde could feel butterflies flipping their fragile wings in his stomach along the way. Out of the blue, the American halted his story and rummaged his jacket's pocket hurriedly. Arthur blinked a few times curious at what was the other looking for.
'You know Arthur, I think we have been in a relationship long enough to begin taking a step to a new level.' Alfred finally spoke as he clasped his hand around the thing he just found in his pocket and Arthur couldn't detect what it was. 'I'm really blessed to have met you and I wish our relationship would last forever.'
Suddenly, Arthur felt really uneasy about the whole situation and the abrupt cheesy sentimental lines Alfred began to throw on his face wasn't making things any better. Arthur swore a sweat trailed at the back of his a second ago. Alfred continued to tell him those romantic cliché dialogues you could hear from any love movies but Arthur was too nervous to actually register correctly the sentences he had said.
That was when everything began to conclude. Arthur was too awestruck to confirm whether what he was hearing and seeing was true or just his made up fantasies. It was too good and too…rushed to be true. It all felt so sudden and Arthur was assured he wasn't ready to accept these things. It has only been five months since they started going steady and to the Briton, it was a short period of time. Things like this usually would be accomplished after a couple had been together for approximately more than a year. No. This was all too briskly even for him. It wasn't the exact time yet.
'Would you marry me?' Alfred was already on his one knee while holding out an opened black box revealing an exquisite diamond ring embedded in it. Thank God there weren't many customers in that café because this was far too embarrassing for Arthur. He could hear faint whispers among the waiters and waitresses as they witnessed the decisive moment.
'I...Um, I…' The abashed Briton stuttered on his own words because honestly, he was drop dead speechless about the entire thing. Out of all the list of things he's guessed Alfred might do during their moment together, a marriage proposal was the last option. Or you could consider it never existed in the list from the beginning. Don't get it all wrong, Arthur loved Alfred with all of his heart and was touched that Alfred would go all the way to buy a Swarovski ring just for this instant but it was just that Arthur felt like they were still too early for this. There are still things about Alfred that the Briton has yet to know and a proposal was much of a huge topic for a still developing relationship like them.
'Well, what do you say?' Alfred's eyes were shining with impatience and confidence that Arthur was going to accept his one in a life time offer and a reckless answer could lead to regret and even prolong sorrow. 'You know I mean it, right Arthur?'
'I…I don't know what to respond.' Arthur rubbed the back of his neck and tried not to stare directly into Alfred's anticipating bright eyes. Arthur paid his attention elsewhere and suddenly finding interest towards the grey tile. 'I am happy and all- '
'Then you'll accept!?' Alfred interrupted before Arthur could make clear of his sentence. Alfred was already standing up in an ecstatic mood by this point and Arthur doubted the other was going to listen to whatever explanation Arthur wanted to give. Alfred took the shorter male's left hand and slowly began to insert his finger into the expensive ring. During this time, Antonio's forewarning decided to make its debut in Arthur's current confused mind. It won't stop resounding in his head telling him to escape from this situation before it was too late. Arthur desperately yearned to reject the proposal but he didn't want to humiliate Alfred's grand act in front of these people. Alfred didn't deserve such things. Arthur could only close his eyes and hoped for the worst.
Arthur opened his eyes wide when he noticed his finger didn't completely go through the ring. The beautiful ring only managed to go half way then it couldn't move on any further. Alfred tried to budge the ring further but to no avail.
'Weird. No way it couldn't fit!' Alfred scowled under his breath as he pulled out the ring and scanned it carefully. Deep down inside, Arthur was extremely relieved it didn't work out. He believed he would regret everything if it had went smoothly. 'Arthur, let's try again-'
'Um, Alfred, I don't think we need to do this for the second time.' Arthur gathered enough courage to state up his opinion. He was prepared for all the arguing bounded to happen soon.
'Huh? But why!? I think I just didn't insert the ring properly and if we redo, it would definitely-'
'No. It's fine Alfred. I'm sorry but I couldn't accept your proposal.'Arthur bowed down instantly after he rejected Alfred's proposal. Like he'd said, it was still too early. Silence conquered the situation and only brief whispers could be heard among the present customers and workers. The blonde man knew it was very mortifying for Alfred to be declined amidst all of these people but Arthur couldn't just let everything go Alfred's way. What was the point of marriage if one of them felt uncomfortable about the entire thing? Marriage meant both people who were in love with each other being together eternally after they'd felt like it was already the appropriate time and sadly, Arthur didn't feel that way. He found himself to still have a long way to go before pledging an allegiance towards someone.
'But why…?' Alfred's gawked at Arthur and it was obvious he was agonized by the turn out of the event. The pool of tears in his eyes started to stream down his cheeks. Arthur felt the sense of guilt knocking at the back of his head hard after seeing such distressed sight. He didn't wish for this.
'Listen, Alfred. I'm sorry okay? I just don't think this is the right time. I mean, it has only been five months…' Arthur tried to soothe Alfred's upset heart but he knew that it was a fruitless attempt. Broken hearts took forever to heal properly especially if the scar was caused by no other than love itself. Alfred remained silent before he began to narrow his eyes towards Arthur with fury and frustration dwelling in such gorgeous pair of azure orbs. He took out his wallet and pulled out a few cash notes before slamming it onto the table.
'I thought you felt the same way!' Alfred retorted loudly as he shoved the box inside his pocket and exited the café without second thoughts. Arthur comprehended that Alfred was devastated by what Arthur had said and for sure they wouldn't be seeing each other for some times now. Arthur decided he shouldn't waste his time any further and took the American's money and kept it inside his pocket carefully. Then later he paid for the meal using his cash and thought of returning Alfred's money after the storm he just caused calms down.
The moment Arthur stepped out of the café, he saw a familiar black Volkswagen parked near one of the shops by the street. The blonde shuffled towards the car and the driver's seat window rolled down slowly. Arthur was greeted by a goofy smile he could recognize anywhere and he knew who it was.
'Need a ride? Since your date doesn't seem to end well, I guess.' Antonio bluntly commented. 'The look on your face says it all.'
'Shut up, you bloody wanker.' Arthur entered the car and fastened his seat belt while an annoyed yet pensive expression displayed on his handsome features. 'Take me back home.'
'Before that, let me take this chance to say…I TOLD YOU SO!' The Spaniard exclaimed before changing the vehicle's gear and drove the car down the lane. 'You are going to tell me everything later.'
'Shut it. He didn't cheat, you bloody git. In fact, I was the cause of this horrible date.'
'Wait, what? So you're trying to say the one who cheated was you all along?' Antonio looked surprised after hearing what Arthur had said but didn't avert his gaze from the busy road. "Whoa, whoa, Artie. I never would have guessed.'
'I didn't cheat, you bastard! I rejected his proposal!'
Abruptly, Antonio quickly took a different turn from their usual route back home and stopped at an empty parking slot he spotted nearby the streets. Arthur raised his bushy eyebrows in bewilderment and turned to look at the driver who was currently glaring deeply into Arthur's lush green eyes.
'Seriously, Arthur? He proposed you?' Arthur knew that once the Spaniard called out by his exact name and not some sort of weird nicknames meant he was being utterly serious.
'Yeah. I turned it down, by the way.'
'What an asshole! The nerve of him to propose to you when he's already with someone else!' Antonio threw his hands in the air and rolled his olive colored eyes in irritation. 'Thank you for rejecting it, Arthur.'
'I don't think he cheated. He looked serious when he kneeled just now.'
'Artie, Artie. Humans are good at acting. You're someone who's easily deceived therefore it's inevitable that you couldn't see the truth behind those lies.'
Arthur flinched when Antonio labeled him as someone who was easily fooled. But it was true nevertheless that he was easily lured by those sham sweet words even though he would never admit it. 'You don't have any proof.'
'You want proof? I'll show you one.'
Antonio started the engine once again and headed somewhere else. He took a few turns down the block before ending their ride by stopping in front of an unfamiliar building Arthur couldn't recognize. He had never been here before.
'So, what's with the place?'
'You'll wait and see.'
Arthur just stared at the building's entrance trying to figure what Antonio had meant when he said that. The Briton didn't know that what he was about to witness was something that will change the plot of his love story forever.
A/N: What a terrible way to end a chapter. I couldn't find any better way to finish it. *sobs miserably* Anyway, hope you enjoyed the chapter for the least! I kind of felt it was rushed but things will get better and a bit slower from here on. Also, forgive me for any grammar errors! I wouldn't mind if you guys point out my mistakes by the way. It would be a big help! Don't forget to leave some reviews so I know I can still keep writing the story. Thanks and see you on next chapter :)
