The Making Of... (Before Scene!)
Me : Yatta~! It's the second part! Oh, I hope the readers like this one!
England : Oh my, Miss Hyunn. You're being quite eccentric so. Do keep calm and let the readers read your fiction, love.
Me : Okay, Iggy-chan~ 3
(y/n) = your name
(e/c) = eye color
(h/c) = hair color
It had been two weeks after you and Matthew were together.
The sun was shining and the cool breezes swept your flawless skin. You were at the veranda in Ludwig's house, your house (because you lived with them!) right now, combing your (h/c) hair with a little teal hairbrush Matthew had gave you as a gift. Although it looked a bit small and worthless to others, to you it was the sweetest little thing you had ever got. It was so cute, even your closest friends, Kiku, Feli and Ludwig had said so (Kiku : "If it is precious to you, then hai, it is specialr." Feli : "Il mio amico! This is so-a cute, ve~~" Ludwig : "Ja" *just nodded*). You giggled. Thinking about your friends whom Francis called, 'The Three Stooges' always made you smile.
"Oh mio amico~~~" your enthusiastic Italian friend called from the living room.
"Si, Feli?" you called out in a fake Italian voice you always liked to immitate while talking to him.
"Il tuo ragazzo, Matthew had-a called just-a now. He said he wanted to-a meet you at the-a usual place tonight after dinner. Ve~"
'What ever would he want to meet me at night? Usually we would meet up just in the day...' you mildly thought.
"Grazie!"
"Si, (y/n)"
You sighed contentedly and got up on your feet. You draped your (colour) trench coat which was hanged by the windowsill over your frame and started walking on the road. Another few hours before meeting with Matt, might as well visit your girl friend, Elizabeta, Liz for short. She lived with the artiste, Rodrich because she was married to him. Oh, the joy in her eyes when you attended their marriage last year! Liz had been somewhat 'brutal' before her husband had managed to 'tame' her, as told by the 'Awesome' Gilbert next door. Speaking of which, there he was now with his pet, Gilbird. You had a soft spot for cute things and the little ball of sunshine made you want to squeak in excitement. When he saw you, he walked quickly while flashing that trademark smirk of his.
"Hey, (y/n)! Hov's it going?" he gave you a high five.
"I'm all fine, Gil! How are you?"
"As avesome as ever! Now if you excuse me, I have another prank for my dear lil' Vest~"
'Oh~ He's gonna get it this time~' his face reflected what he obviously thought.
"Oh, before you go, have you seen Elizabeta?"
"Vell, ja! At home, as usual. See ya, frau!"
"Vielen dank, Gil!" hell, you liked to fake voice every accent! :3
Before you reached the corner of the road, you heard a certain German voice cursed and ranted at a certain brother of his. You smirked. Life was exciting when you lived in a house with the Axis Powers. As you walked, your (e/c) orbs scanning the surroundings. It was the middle of July now. Trees started to shed their yellowing leaves and birds of all kinds would migrate for the winter. You allowed yourself to wonder if Gilbird ever migrated anywhere without its master for a few moments. You kept wondering until you realised you were walking along side a bed of pretty golden yellow sunflowers, blooming beautifully in the warm sunny rays of the morning. You stopped abruptly and blinked at them. Sunflowers...
"You look as beautiful as a sunflower, moĭ dorogoĭ..."
"Th- Thank you..."
"You really are, da."
You mentally slapped yourself. That memory should had been long gone from your mind but it kept coming to you whenever you saw sunflowers. That memory... With Ivan... ... You shrugged off the queer feeling and continued your journey to meet Liz.
"(y/n)! I'm so glad to see you!"
Liz opened the door and quickly ushered you into her humble home. Entering this house always reminded you of vanilla and pine trees, thanks to Rodrich's aristocratic taste. You were offered to join them for lunch and you sheepishly accepted. The boys back home must had wurst for lunch because it was the German's turn to cook. As you were not really a fan of wurst, you might as well join the happy couple for lunch. After a delicious lunch of iHalászlé/i (hot and spicy fish soup with hot paprika), a famous Hungarian dish especially made for your visit, you and Liz sat in the living room while her husband slinked into the music room to practice his piano playing.
"So..." she started happily, "What's up with you and Williams?"
"W- Well... The usual b- boyfriend girlfriend thing.." your voice was barely above whisper as you blushed.
"Awww, c'mon, (y/n). You don't have to be shy with me. I AM your friend, igen?"
"Yeah... I guess so. B- but I'm not here to talk about that..."
"Then... Is it- Is it about Ivan?"
"... Yes.. It's him~!"
"Oh, (y/n)..."
She hugged you tenderly while stroking your (h/c) hair as you burst into a fit of tears. Ivan... How you hated thinking about him. All those memories you had with him. The truth was, he was your first crush. When you first met him, it was years ago when you were kids. No doubt that he had forgotten all about you. At first, he was very kind and loving but after experiencing terrible wars, his mind snapped. Everyday, he would hurt you without purpose and laughed that creepy laugh he developed. You tried to tolerate with him but on each passing day, your fear of him got bigger and bigger until you decided to run away. You ran and ran until your body could not move because of the lack of energy. Thankfully, Sadiq, your Turkish mentor had found and raised you alongside Heracles until you became a free country and joined the Axis Powers. He, acted all fatherly towards you, kept you safe and sound from the danger of the outside world before you were ready. The Russian hunted you for some times before giving up on you. When he had asked you to become one with him two weeks ago, you were too shocked of the thought that he remembered his childhood friend. Now, those painful memories started haunting you again.
"Why? Why must I feel this way? I'm with Matt now, why must I still can't help thinking about him? Liz, I'm so confused right now..."
"Shh... There, there... Let it all out..."
"I love Matt.. Not him... Not Ivan... It's Matt the one I love... Not him..."
"Igen... I understand.."
'Urgh, if I find that idióta Orosz, I will kick the hell out of that vodka-loving freak for making (y/n) cry like this!' Liz thought to herself, eyes flashing angrily.
You cried in your friend's arms until you calmed down. She told you to be strong so that your boyfriend would not be suspicious until you had settled your confusion. The sound of the grandfather clock shocked you. You had stayed there for, what? 5 hours? You did not realised. It was getting darker as the sun was low in the horizons. You apologized and said plentiful 'thank yous' to her and went back home, eyes still puffy and red from the abundant crying. You got into the kitchen and opened the fridge for some tomato juice.
"Ah, (y/n)-san? Why are you crying?" Kiku asked in his (cute!) 'maid' outfit as he made dinner.
"Eh? Oh, it's you, Kiku. No, it's nothing. Long story..." you finished drinking the red refreshing liquid.
"Okay, then. Dinner will be ready shortry. I made your favourite, okonomiyaki and I put chicken meat and cheese for your riking, hai?"
"Yeah, that's really great! Arigatō~" you bowed and went for a nice shower.
Thank goodness for your Japanese friend's 'respect for other's personal space'ness... Kind of think of it, when would he stop calling your name with -san? You shrugged that question off because you too respect for his personal space. After dinner, you had a date with your boyfriend. Seeing yourself in the bathroom mirror made you wanted to scream. You looked terrible!
"I hope it'll receed after this..." you whispered sadly.
You barged towards the maple forest with a small torchlight, fearing you were too late for the date. The helm of your (colour) trench coat billowed against the wind. The dinner you ate was so scrumptious, you momentarily forgot all about it. Thanks to Feli too for making you laughed so hard that you literally choked over your meal, making both expressionless Kiku and the oh-too-serious Ludwig beyond panic. After all that ruckus, you really hoped you and Matthew could relax for a change.
"(y/n)! Over here!"
You flashed your torchlight towards the source of the sound and your boyfriend covered his eyes from the blaring light. He had a lantern with him, how nice! The lights gave off from it illuminated a section of the area, big enough for both of you to see each other. The lights of your torchlight were off and you ran happily at him. He smiled shyly and embraced you tenderly. You leaned up and kissed him softly by the cheek before pulling him to sit under the tree. His arm was around you as you rested your head against his shoulder. Kumajiro, his cute little pastel-coloured pet bear was placed beside him.
"(y/n), I missed you, eh."
"I missed you too, Matt. Why suddenly at night?" your (e/c) eyes looked into his blue ones.
"Oh. Well... I thought tonight would be a beautiful night, and... And we'll be safe from those, um, prying eyes, eh..." he said softly while flushing a little bit.
"How sweet of you~" you kissed him and leaned closer, hiding your already red face.
That night was so wonderful. The stars above twinkled beautifully against the dark curtain of the night. Crickets sang softly as if it was just for the two of you to hear. It was perfect. The feeling of just the two of you. Alone. However, unknown to both of you, a pair of violet eyes watched your actions contentedly from behind the tall bushes. The owner of those innocent-looking eyes breathed slowly yet dangerously while clenching his fists.
It was Ivan.
Me : So, Iggy-cha-
England : Urgh, another thing, love, could you please stop calling me by that nickname?
Me : But it's cute... *pout*
England : W- Well, I- I do say so b- but it's so unfashionably childish! *blush*
Me : Hmmm~ *thinking* Then I'll call you Iggy nii-chan like I called Austria?
England : Ah! Well, without the 'Iggy', please?
Me : Okay, England nii-chan~ 3
England : Well then, dear readers, what do you think of this fiction?