Hello hello! Vierra Lucivia here, serving you with my first English fanfiction I uploaded! This was for a drabble challenge, and each chapters will have different genres and pairings. If you do not like some of these pairings or genres, you can always click the back button-or not reading it and proceed to another chapter.
Day: Second Day
Theme: Beginning
Pairing: 1p!Prussia x 2p!Italy
Words Count (Story-only): 969 words
Presented to you, by Vierra Lucivia
Quite frankly, Luciano never thought such a simple conversation can change his entire life.
With such a simple "yo" and a few insults he had thrown, this shouldn't happen… right?
The question rang and rang inside his ears, as his heartbeat raced when he looked at him.
It was a white-haired, cheerful boy. His optimism was one of the things Luciano truly dislikes about. However, he can't hate him. He truly can't. The way he smiled—the way he grinned—it- it was charming. Luciano couldn't even explain it in words, although he is a famous young poeter known by his word-playing. He tightly grabbed his pen as he gritted his teeth, possibly biting his lower lip in nervousness. He stared at the paper in front of him, which had some words written on it. The redhead placed the pen beside the book on the table—fully aware that he can't continue his poem with such heavy shoulders. He know he shouldn't over-thinking because it might stress him, but—but he couldn't help himself. Luciano took a glance at that person—the person he was so crazy about—Gilbert Beilschmidt in his natural habitat with his two friends, whom the class called as "The Bad Touch Trio". A faint blush was painted on Luciano's face, and his cheek became redder and redder upon the other returned his gaze. Moreover—smiling at him
'No—No. Calm yourself down, Luciano Vargas.'He thought, keeping on pushing himself in his mind. 'You mustn't drink this toxic. It's dangerous.'
However, he couldn't deny the reality no matter how much he tried to. He could feel his heart melting as his face burned greatly. He looked away, avoiding the ruby eyes that were locked in his face earlier. Luciano took a long, deep breath in attempt to calm himself down. Although, he still can feel the butterflies flying in his stomach—it was a weird feeling. At least it is for him. He decided to stood up, quickly leaving the classroom and leaving behind his property. He was sure he passed him, though. It doesn't make him calm down—it makes it worse. Luciano quickly brushed off any thoughts involving Gilbert, all he wanted was peace right now.
=O0o..o0O=
Luciano sat down on a bench at the school garden, taking a few deep breath as he gripped his chest. His heart was still beating loudly, however his face aren't as red as before. The male let out a relieved soft sigh after a few minutes. He could've relaxed himself more as he positioned himself like a ball on the bench, but he couldn't. A familiar voice interrupted him from doing so, and it made him jump in surprise. "Hey, Luci!" A strong German accent can be heard very clearly, and from that, Luciano was obvious about who it was. Before he could even open his motuh, the voice once again interrupted him, "You seem to be running away from me these days. What's the matter?" He questioned bluntly.
"I- Uhh… Nothing." Of course it was a blatant lie he had said, but he truly hopes the other didn't notice it. Maybe… he's stupid for hoping so.
"Lies." Gilbert says. A small frown was carven on his face, however it didn't stop Luciano from denying the truth.
"It- It's not." The redhead rejected as he tried to escape.
"It is." All the albino could do was to grab the other's arms tightly, not allowing him to go. "Don't go. I know something bothers you. You want to tell me something, right?" His face turned serious for once as he furrowed his eyebrows, leaving Luciano astounded. Both of them fell into an awkward silence, before Luciano decided to open his mouth, murmuring a "fine" under his breath. He glared at the other, leaving Gilbert confused for a minute.
"If I tell you what I've been holding for so long, would you oh-so-kindly leave me alone?" The words that had came from his lips were a surprise for Gilbert. Luciano clicked his tongue as he continued, "Fine. I'll take that as a yes."
"I… How should I say this? Well—I've been in love these past few weeks." After a brief few moment of silence, Luciano finally explained. "They and I met from this school, in the same classroom." He looked down, trying to hide his flushed face. "I often throw insults to them, but they never took it seriously. Of course I didn't really meant those insults, though."
"Whenever I see them, I got butterflies in my stomach. My desire to touch them is unbearable. I wanted to keep them close to me—I don't want to let go of them."
"But eventually, I've figured out it was me who have been running away from them. I am fooling myself."
"And you know what's worse? That person is you…"
Upon hearing the last sentence, Gilbert fell into silence. It's him? Really? A train of thoughts came into his mind. He could've thinked that it was a lie, but he himself should've known the best that he didn't lying… right? Unconsciously, Gilbert had loosen his grip on Luciano's arms, eventually letting go of them. His hands moved to Luciano's cheek, as he leaned in to the other's face. Closer and closer, until both of their lips met eachother as they closed their eyes. After a few minutes staying in the same position, they finally let go of their lips. Luciano's face was flushed red, and so is Gilbert's—although not as red as Luciano's is. The redhead smiled a bit as he muttered under his breath, "I'll take that as a yes."
Maybe I shouldn't be careless at that time…
As this wasn't a beginning of a good ending,
It was a beginning of a despair—a bad ending.
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Reviews, suggestions, and constructive criticsm are welcomed! However, if you can, please no flame! My body is not ready-
Also, excuse my crappy English, please-
