AN: First try at a mutichapter. God, so here with warnings:
Rating: The main Rating is M for future Chapters...
Warning: All with its time.
Disclaimer: Not mine...Leider...
It was a fine weekend, when five guys decided stay over at the holiday home one owned. Well better said, his parents... They were a funny mix of people.
There was the perverted Frenchman Francis, who was already 26 and the eldest. Actually, he was the reason for the trip. One week later he was going to get married to his beloved 'lapin', as he called the English woman.
Then there was Gilbert. His family owned the hut in the forest they were going to stay and it was his idea of a stag. He had proclaimed, that the hut was awesome, and that Francis needed at least one real men weekend, with beer, steaks, and more beer. And due the hut was in the forest, and the lack of neighbours made it perfect.
A Spanish man was also part of the crew, his name was Antonio, and he was the reason, the other two had to follow.
Feliciano and Lovino. They were brothers, but completely different. Feliciano was good hearted, cheery and friendly. He was the youngest, and just turned 19. Lovino, was well...
"Oi! Beer bastard, when are we going to be there. I'm fucking starving and I need to pee!"
"Ve~ Fratello, don't be so mean, we have been driving for hours already. It can't be long anymore."
"Lovino, you are so cute~!"
"Oh hon! Is there love between you two? If you want to get married, I know just the right person for the planning."
"Wine bastard, turn around and don't kill my nerves."
"Fratello! Don't be mean to Francis!"
"Shut it, Bastard brother!"
"Lovi~ You are just as red as a tomato! So cute~!"
"Tomato bastard!"
If the silver haired man, who was currently driving could decide, he would have stopped, kicked out the other four, and continued his drive with two cases of beer and enough steaks alone. But he had learned to control his temper, even if...
"Gilbert, mon ami! Don't bite into the steering wheel. You might cause an accident if you can't react fast enough."
He actually hadn't noticed he had bitten the steering wheel. Another sign that he needed a break. But there were only ten kilometres ahead, so... He kept on driving, without biting the wheel.
"Francis, why did we agree to take Lovino with us?"
His voice was quiet, and he hoped that Francis heard him.
"Je ne sais pas. Antonio had to bring him with. And even. He make things funny~"
The French winked and Gilbert suddenly wanted to bite the wheel again, as Lovino had another yelling fit. But luckily for the drive, they arrived in the forest, which meant that they only needed to drive five more minutes.
And these five more minutes were the hell for Gilbert.
"Ve~ the forest is so pretty! I can't believe how high the trees are!"
"Shut it, bastard brother! Oi, beer bastard! Can't you drive a little carefully! You might hit a tree!"
"Lovi! Don't disturb Gilbert, he has to concentrate! Ah~ If you puff your cheeks you are so cute~!"
"Ah, young love. I wish I could have again my first moments with Elizabeth."
"But, Francis. I though at the beginning you hated each other. Ve~"
"You see, even if we didn't like each other, at night, when you had drank wine, and you can't think any more right, sometimes, even with you enemy you might start to~
"WE'RE HERE!"
And with that, Gilbert turned off the car, and left them inside. He grabbed and ax, and he started to cut down a tree with animalistic rage and cursed in German.
The others stayed in the car and waited for him to calm down.
"Ve~ what is happening to Gilbert. I'm scared. What is, if he hurts someone from us?"
Feliciano was already shaking and was near to cry. Lovino was trembling as well.
"Tomato bastard, what for a monster is that!"
Francis merely brushed Gilberts behaviour off. He was used to the Germans tantrums.
"Don't worry. He always reacts like this, if he had build up enough stress. Antonio, do you remember when he stared shooting at beer bottles?"
Antonio nodded.
"CHIGI! He has a gun?"
"Actually, it was a rifle, my cute Lovi~"
"VE?"
Another scream of Gilbert let the Italians tremble.
"CHIGI! Why does he have a gun?"
Francis only shrugged.
"His father is a hunter. Probably got it from him."
"Ve~ Does he have an allowance."
"Yeah, I think. I mean, Gilbert is working at the police. I think he has one."
The sound of cracking filled the air. Twenty metres from the car a tree fell. And Gilbert stood in front of the remaining stump, breathing really heavy.
He silently turned around, threw the as back to it's place and walked back to the car.
He opened the driver's door, looked at the Italian brothers and smirked.
"Sorry, Feli, didn't want to scare you. Frenchy, help me with our stuff?"
Francis nodded and exited the car. Antonio followed him quickly and when the German opened the trunk, Lovino fell into another yelling fit.
"YOU APOLOGIZE AT MY BASTARD BROTHER, BUT NOT AT ME! I WAS SCARED AS SHIT!"
Gilbert only laughed as he lifted one of the cases with one hand.
"Come on, get out. I know you want the grand tour."
He was laughing, and that made Lovino red.
"Cute~"
"BASTARD!"
The hut was quite big, for being just a hut. It had one big bedroom for more than eight persons (Four bunk beds did the magic), a spacious living room with kitchen and one bathroom.
"Does everything work here? The water, the heat?"
"Yeah, Vash, was here last week, everything worked fine he said. Good to be here again."
Gilbert threw himself on one of the couches and laid back.
"Go, make yourself comfy. We'll have the rest of the day, and the whole tomorrow."
"I'll make us pasta!"
And while the others prepared themselves, Gilbert drifted off into the dreamland...
Blond hair, blue eyes. A beautiful smile, a pretty face, but strong arms that could defend herself. That was Louise as he remembered her. She was wave at him. His mind yelled at him to go back, but his body didn't obey, instead he smiled and waved back.
"Take care bruder!"
"I will!"
Their father smiled and shook his head.
Gilbert was screaming at himself to move. To move back. To stay, but he left her alone.
Their mother had stayed at home, because the youngest was still at school. Louise had just finished her schooling. As the nerd she was, she only went a half year to class ten, but after she got her half year report she went to class eleven. And now she had just finished, and the trip was her fathers present for her perfect A-levels.
But this trip was her last.
Gilbert still screamed at his laughing body, tried to break free, but nothing happened. He still once turned around to see his sister, she still stood in the door and waved. He, again waved back and shouted,: "Love ya, Schwesterherzchen!"
And his father had smacked his head for being loud.
Gilbert awoke with a night warmth at his face. It was the fireplace, which Francis had lit on.
"Ah, mon ami. Finally rested? So tell me something about this really beautiful house"
He blew out a puff of smoke, before handing Gilbert another cancer-stick. The silver haired lit it, took a deep drag before shaking his head and blowing out the smoke.
"Come one, Gilbo, tell us something about the hut! There must be some kind of history."
"Yeah, some creepy thing!"
"Lovino, I'm scared!"
Gilbert took another deep drag. Four years, fours years since.
"Yeah, here had happened something. Four years ago, a family was here."
"Oh, you rented the hut to someone else? I though your father didn't trust people except family!"
Francis grabbed his wineglass and took a sip.
"They were three, the father, the only son and the eldest sister."
"Ve~ and then?"
Feli was cuddling a pillow, the way Gilbert told the story made it way more scarier,
"Father and son went out hunting, and they left the girl alone."
"And then? And then, mi amigo continue!"
Gilbert took another slow drag.
"The sister disappeared. You should have seen the bedroom. Everywhere was shattered glass from the window, some bloody. There was some blood on the wall, and god, everything was broken."
"VE~ WAAH THAT IS SO SCARY, NEARLY AS SCARY AS ELIZABETH'S FOOD!"
"Calm down, bastard brother, that wasn't so scary, the story isn't true, right, beer bastard?"
Well, Lovino wasn't better as Feliciano. He had also a pillow to cuddle and he was shaking.
Francis and Antonio laughed. The alcohol was slowly getting into their systems.
"Gilbo, the story is good. You better write it down and make a book."
Antonio hit him on his back, which caused that the Germany spilled the beer he just drank over the table.
"Qui, just to answers Lovi's question. Of course it isn't true. Something like that only happens in movies, right Gilbert?", Francis chuckled.
"No, this one is true."
"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"
Feliciano strated trashing around.
Francis changed from his laughing expression into a thinking one, while Antonio was calming the brothers down.
"When did you say happened it?"
"Four years ago."
"Mon Dieu..."
"CHIGI! Wine bastard, what is it?"
"Louisa."
Gilbert nodded.
/AN. It is quarter to twelve. I have just watched Hetaoni, had the idea of this, and now I can't even leave my room without shitting in my pants. God, I scared at the moment, then, otherwise than you, dear reader, I know how i want to countinue this *wink*
R&R pwease?