A/N: I am so... tired. Sorry I took so long! It was my friend's birthday, and I was busy making my present for her... hehe. Hopefully, since it's winter break, I can work on this more often! After I finish my story about stopping Napoleon from conquering Europe for my AP Euro History class, anyway. =_=" Ahaha..
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I hope you enjoy this! If you have any questions, please feel free to ask! I'll try to answer them as soon as I can!
Characters (so far): America, England, Belarus, Sealand, Latvia(mentioned), Scotland, Ireland, North Ireland, Wales, Greece, Japan, (All slightly mentioned), Seychelles, Ukraine(mentioned), Russia(mentioned) (Human names used)
Pairings: BelarusxAmerica, AmericaxEngland, hints of SealandxLatvia, very slight hint of UkrainexEstonia, more pairings possible in later chapters
Rating: T, for language and other minor things.
Full summary: Every day for his physical education class, Arthur wouldn't dress out. Instead, he would sit on the bleachers and watch his classmates play. Well, watch his best friend Alfred, anyway. It was fun... when his crazy girlfriend Natalia wasn't in the way. Now she was scary.
Word count: 5,563
Disclaimer: Axis Powers Hetalia belongs to Hidekaz Himaruya.
Arthur wasn't afraid. He was trembling simply because he was a bit chilly, was all! The hospital sheets were so thin and-oh, who was he kidding? He was terrified. 'I'm going to die!' She's going to kill me!' Arthur grabbed the crisp white bed sheet and pulled it up to his chin.
Alfred noticed Arthur tense up, but acted as if he hadn't sensed the change. He had to agree, Natalia could be a scary chick, but deep down, she was a really nice girl. The only problem was her obsession with knives, her bad temper, and the way she got so clingy whenever she liked someone. Okay, so that was more than one major problem, but she was still a decent girl.
"Let her in," Alfred instructed the nurse, who nodded in response. She left the room again, most likely to retrieve Natalia.
'Breathe,' Arthur told himself. It wasn't as if Natalia would really kill him. She had her scary moments, like that one time she almost cut of Arthur's finger a couple of months ago, but she was still an average girl. She was younger than him, even! While Arthur was currently in his last year of high school, Natalia was still in barely in her second year… And in a couple of months, Arthur himself would be eighteen…
Wait.
The gears in Arthur's mind seemed to finally start turning, so quickly he felt the beginnings of a nasty headache coming on. Alfred's birthday was only about two months after Arthur's…. At the time, Natalia would only be sixteen… Which meant…
"Yoooo, Artie? Art? Arthur? Earth to stuffy Brit?" Alfred poked Arthur in the forehead, effectively shaking him out of his thoughts.
"Argh, what do you want?" Arthur slapped his friend's hand away with a little more force than he had intended. That and Alfred's annoyed face raised the bubbling guilt in his stomach.
"Geez, man. I only wanted to break you out of your lame-ass daydreams with your little fairy friends and mint-flavored pets to remind you that you have a visitor, thank you very much!" Alfred snapped.
"Yes," a hard, yet feminine, voice, agreed. Natalia stood at the doorway, a large black purse slung over her shoulder. She wore a small white bow in her hair, which contrasted her outfit of mainly black. "I heard about your little… predicament, and came here to see if you were doing well." Natalia approached the two, her hands held behind her back. She reached Alfred's side and pointed to her cheek. Just like always, he obliged and kissed her on the cheek, stepping away from Arthur in order to do so. Arthur looked away, slight annoyance causing his cheeks to heat up.
"Natalia," he greeted the girl. He forced himself to face the couple, since he didn't want to be rude. He was a gentleman, after all.
"Arthur," Natalia nodded, and said nothing else. The room was filled with an eerie silence that none of its occupants knew how to fill. That is, until Alfred, being the hero he was, decided to speak up.
"So, er…" he rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. "How did you find out we were here, Natia?"
"Simple." Natalia nodded and took a seat in the chair beside Arthur's bed. Arthur's body slightly tensed up again, so he inched away from her. She shot him a glare. Arthur scooted away even more. Alfred pretended he hadn't noticed.
"Anyway," Natalia continued, "I got the news from your little friend, Kiku. I was wondering why you weren't at school, and since Arthur didn't attend either, I got suspicious. And that Japanese boy is a mutual friend, is he not? So I simply asked him."
Arthur immediately felt bad for Kiku. Poor chap.
"Oh, so Kiku told you, huh…" Alfred nodded in understanding.
"Yes. But the question is-" Natalia grabbed Alfred's collar and pulled his face to hers. Alfred, caught off guard, jumped lightly, but was still tight in the girl's grasp. Arthur looked away as the two kissed. Gits! They both knew he was single and had no one to share his affections with… The couple pulled away after a couple of seconds, allowing Natalia to finish her question. "-Why did you tell him before you told me?"
"Uh…"
Arthur wanted to laugh. Dumb Alfred, kissing his girlfriend right in front of Arthur! He deserved what he was going to get! Still… Natalia had been the one who had pulled him into the kiss… but-wait, why did Arthur even care? It was none of his business!
"Do you like him more than you like me? Is this Japanese friend of yours more important to you than I am? What about Arthur? You dare abandon me for him without even bothering to call?" Natalia pushed Alfred away and got up from the chair swiftly.
"Natalia-"Alfred started, but was interrupted by Natalia's harsh glare. Arthur was speechless. Truly, he didn't know what to say. He had been laughing at the possibility of Alfred getting into trouble with his girlfriend some seconds ago, but actually seeing it was a different story.
Natalia reached in her purse, digging for something. Arthur gasped. She didn't have a knife, did she? Was she really going to kill him?
"N-Natalia, there's no need to-" Arthur stopped mid-sentence when a large bouquet of red roses was thrown in his face.
"For you. A get-well gift." Arthur said nothing, wide-eyed, as the girl turned away from him and back to Alfred. "As for you-"
"Nat, I really am sorry!" Alfred interrupted, putting up his hands in surrender. "I just forgot and stuff, and-"
"Stop lying to me!" Natalia's voice was strained as she put her head down, her long platinum bangs hiding her face. "'I-I really though you would be different… b-but it's just going to happen again… like it did with him…" Natalia sniffled, making it apparent that she was trying to hide tears. Arthur watched from the hospital bed helplessly as the girl finally decided to run out of the room, leaving Alfred baffled.
"Dammit!" the taller of the two blonds cursed, and ran out after Natalia, leaving Arthur completely alone, with nothing but his roses. He shook his head and looked away from the door. Natalia was Alfred's girlfriend. Arthur was just his friend. Alfred had run out because he needed to comfort her. That's how it was supposed to be. His gaze shifted to the rose bouquet in his lap. He still couldn't believe Natalia had actually bought those for him. Didn't she hate him? That's what he had always believed, so why would she bring him flowers? Arthur turned the bouquet in his hands. The roses were really beautiful. They were his favorite flower, actually. The only person that knew was Alfred, since Francis would mock him if he ever found out. Arthur put his nose close to the vivid red petals and took in their relaxing fragrance. He dug his nose in a little deeper, and winced when he felt something sharp slide against his nose. 'Don't tell me she snuck a knife into the bouquet!' Arthur immediately moved his face away warily. Maybe Natalia really did hate him after all. He carefully slid his hand into the roses and plucked out the sharp object. Arthur lifted his eyebrows when he noted that it wasn't a knife, but a note. A note on a rather sharp piece of paper, but a note.
'Arthur,
Get better soon. Alfred is mine. That is all.
-Natalia'
Arthur grunted. For some reason, all the note from Natalia did was piss him off. Alfred most certainly was not Natalia's! Alfred was his! Arthur groaned and put his face in his hands. How many times had he gone over it? Alfred was not his, never was, and never would be. He had to get that through his stubborn head. He knew he shouldn't be thinking about Alfred as a mere possession, but… it felt… satisfying to think of Alfred as his own, for some reason…
Arthur shook his head and put the bouquet to the sided. He peeked at the door again. No, neither of the two had returned. At the moment, he didn't know how to feel about that. He knew he should've been hoping that his best friend did well with his girlfriend, but… he secretly wished the opposite.
There would be nights where Arthur would lie in bed, staring up at his dull ceiling as he imagined what it would be like if Alfred and Natalia broke up. After such thoughts, he would always fall asleep easily, his heart feeling light; but in the morning, he always felt that lightness replaced with a heavy burden of guilt. Guilt he had for thoughts he simply just didn't understand.
The English teen sighed as he turned away from the doorway and stuffed his face into his pillow. 'What are Alfred and Natalia doing now? Did he catch up to her?' he wondered, as he twirled a lock of his sandy blonde hair idly with his finger. The image rushed into his mind. Natalia leaning against a hospital wall, tears in her eyes. Alfred reaching out and gently taking hold of her chin, forcing to look up at him. He kisses her. They kiss again. The kissing continues until it's not even just kissing anymore-"Stop!" Arthur pleaded to himself. He shut his eyes tightly, trying to get rid of the unwanted images flooding his mind. Those images- they made his chest burn! It kept beating, but with a sudden weight making it harder for it to keep going. It hurt.
He took a deep breath and exhaled. "Calm down, Arthur," he told himself, nodding his head slightly. "They can't do anything like that here… we're in a bloody hospital," he whispered, so hushed he can barely hear himself. Reassured slightly, Arthur slid his eyes open again, revealing his watery jade orbs. He ignored the tears slowly starting to drip down his cheeks. He had probably just clenched his eyes shut too tightly… Arthur moved his hand to touch his face. His skin was soft… but not as soft as Natalia's, most likely. That was right. Arthur was a man! He shouldn't be thinking that way about Alfred… and he knew he wasn't jealous of him, either. Why would he ever want to date a girl like Natalia? Arthur was more jealous of her for having Alfred… Arthur's previous revelation suddenly came to mind again. His eyes brightened in remembering. Natalia wouldn't have Alfred for much longer… if Arthur knew Alfred well enough, which he was sure he did. Yes, he had some hope… but wait, hope for what? All it really was a danger to Alfred and Natalia's relationship. Especially since Alfred considered himself a "hero." He refused to break the laws, something Arthur had first realized when Alfred scolded him for drinking rum a summer a couple years back when the two had been left alone at Arthur's house. It was quite unusual for a teenager in that day and age to be so… legal. Alfred had even voiced many times how it had always been his dream to be a police officer…
So of course there was no way he would ever illegally date a minor.
Right?
Natalia ran blindly, her eyes filled to the brim with icy tears. She darted past confused doctors and concerned nurses, not bothering to give them the time of day. She felt like a fool. How could she have gotten her hopes up like that? Of course it was going to happen again! It was always the same with her!
'Why can no one ever truly love me?' she questioned herself, wiping a tear away hastily as she noticed the hospital entrance was close.
What was she to do? She really loved Alfred, but… did it even matter? The Belarusian girl pushed the heavy hospital doors open and breathed in the fresh air to calm her nerves. She kept running though, in search for a place she could rest and get away from everyone else. Later, she would call her sister to pick her up. At the moment, Natalia just wanted to be alone.
Natalia finally stopped and took a seat at a bus stop right in front of the hospital parking lot. Too her chagrin, there was already a person sitting at it, a lone girl. The girl was absorbed in her teen magazine, the kind cluttered with colorful pictures of boy bands and young celebrities. Natalia stared at her, her eyes finally dry. The girl still didn't notice her, too busy scanning the glossy pages with her dull brown eyes. She had her bag, a vivid rainbow colored thing covered with fish patches, sitting next to her sloppily. Without taking her eyes off the magazine, she reached inside her bag and fished out a lollipop. She managed to put the magazine down in order to unwrap the lollipop, and finally noticed Natalia hovering over her.
"Oh, hello!" she smiled at the blond, her cheeks tinting to a rosy pink, which looked ridiculously attractive on her caramel-colored skin. Now that she was looking up at her, Natalia could see that her eyes were not dull at all; they were a shining chocolate, so deep that she could feel herself getting sucked in by them.
"Hello," Natalia nodded her head. She had to act calm. She couldn't let such a beautiful girl see that she had been crying… She took a seat next to the girl, who moved her bag to her lap to make some space on the blue bus stop bench.
Natalia looked forward, avoiding contact with the other girl. Obviously, the other girl had not picked up the tense atmosphere, or had to decide to ignore it, since Natalia suddenly felt gentle hands taking in her hair.
"Whoa… you have some really nice hair, you know that? I wish I could get mine like that! But mine's just so boring, don't ya think?" Natalia blushed as the Bus Stop Girl continued to run her fingers through her hair. She didn't know what to do. She had originally wanted some alone time, and now some strange girl was touching her hair! But… it felt kind of nice… reassuring, actually… Natalia decided to humor Bus Stop Girl and answer her question.
"No, your hair is not plain at all. It is quite nice. The bows are a nice touch, by the way. I have an attachment to bows as well," Natalia told her. She was telling the absolute truth. She admired Bus Stop Girl's flowing milk-chocolate brown hair, held in two low pigtails with bright red bows. The style seemed to match her perfectly.
Bus Stop Girl blushed and looked away. "R-really? No one's ever told me that before…" Natalia raised a perfectly trimmed eyebrow. Bus Stop Girl was so beautiful that Natalia, who was voted the prettiest girl in her year and third prettiest of the whole school, was jealous. She knew Bus Stop Girl could easily beat the girl that had been voted the prettiest in the whole school, that senior Elizaveta Hedervary. Natalia would compare Bus Stop Girl to the second prettiest, but she had never actually met the girl.
"Well I think you're beautiful," Natalia smiled at the girl, her eyes softly crinkling at the corners. Oh, when was the last time she had been able to smile so easily? Bus Stop Girl snapped her wide eyes back to Natalia, her blush deeper than before.
"Wah? Me? Beautiful? B-but I'm so plain! There's nothing special about me! You- you're the one that's beautiful!" Bus Stop Girl said it all so fast Natalia almost couldn't understand her. Natalia couldn't help but smile again. What was going on with her? She had never smiled so much in one period of time. Not even when she was with Alfred!
Alfred…
Natalia remembered how she originally ended up at the bus stop. She was losing Alfred… Against her will, the tears started forming at the corners of her eyes again. Bus Stop Girl immediately noticed Natalia's change in mood and frowned. She hadn't said something stupid again, had she?
"H-hey! Why are you crying? I'm sorry, was it something I said? Or… something?" Bus Stop Girl scooted closer to Natalia, the material of her shorts making a scratchy noise against the material of the bench. She reached her hand out and patted the weeping girl's back with steady hands. "It's okay… I say stupid things sometimes. If I said something to offend you, I didn't mean it, I promise!"
Natalia, despite the tears, managed to chuckle. Bus Stop Girl… so stunning yet so naïve. Bus Stop Girl seemed even more unsettled by Natalia's reaction, as told by her widened eyes. If she widened her eyes any more, Natalia was afraid her eyes would pop out.
"Eh? Now you're laughing?" Bus Stop Girl abruptly stopped patting Natalia's back and crossed her arms in front of her medium-sized chest and pouted. "You're not playing some sort of trick on me, are you, ma belle?"
Natalia looked up at the other girl, her eyebrows raised slightly. "You know French?"
Bus Stop Girl sent her a smug smile and nodded. "Yup! I know English, French, and of course, Seychellois Creole, since it is my home country! Plus, I know a little bit of Spanish 'cause of this friend of mine…. He's Spanish, heh." Bus Stop Girl waved her hand, as if her knowledge of languages was nothing special.
"That's impressive." Natalia smiled yet again. She was starting to suspect that she was possibly ill… or maybe it was just Bus Stop Girl's presence that put her in a better mood? "I know English, obviously, Belarusian, Russian, Ukrainian, Polish, Lithuanian, and a bit of French, since I'm taking it this year at my school."
Bus Stop Girl's chocolate eyes widened twice in size. "You said I was impressive? How do you know so many languages?" she asked. Natalia just shrugged. She wasn't really sure if she should answer the question. She was afraid that if she did, she would be giving away too much information to a stranger. Wasn't that dangerous? Natalia looked the girl over again. She looked harmless. Her denim jacket and matching shorts seemed innocent enough. The black and white striped shirt she wore underneath reminded Natalia of a jail uniform, but… Natalia liked Bus Stop Girl. It was rare for her to get along with other people, but Bus Stop Girl seemed tolerable enough. Maybe… maybe Natalia could trust her…
"Well." Natalia looked away from the other girl and instead laid her eyes upon the building across the street, the large black lettering proclaiming it to be 'Heracles's Pet Shop.' "I was born in Belarus and lived there until I was about five. I have two siblings, but we lived with separate guardians. But on my fifth birthday, I moved with my brother in Russia. I don't remember why, exactly. But it was the first time I had ever met my brother." Natalia hesitated before continuing. "I… I loved him very much. We lived together with our mother and his father. When I was seven, my mother passed away from sickness. My step-father died soon after. My brother, who was ten at the time, and I had no one to take care of us. But luckily, we still had our older sister… she was seventeen. We managed to get to her house, where she was living on her own. My brother, who was big for his age, got a job, and helped her out as much as he could. When my sister was eighteen, we were able to move to the United States with our savings. She got a good job, with her skills, and she was able to manage for all three of us. As soon as my brother was of the age, he got a job, and I plan to get one as well, to help my sister as much as I possibly can. She-" Natalia stopped when she heard the discreet sound of sniffling coming from her right. She turned to look and raised an eyebrow at Bus Stop Girl, who had started blowing her nose. "Why are you crying?"
Bus Stop Girl blew one last time and put the tissue into a Ziploc she apparently kept in her purse. Natalia decided to refrain from commenting. Bus Stop Girl shook her head, her low pigtails swaying along with the movement of her head. "I was not crying. I just blew my nose."
"You were obviously crying."
"Was not!"
"You were."
Bus Stop Girl crossed her arms and stuck her lips out in a childish pout. "You were supposed to say, 'were too,' you know. That way we could start a childish argument that neither of us would win."
Before Natalia could do anything about it, she started laughing. "That sounds like something my boyfriend would say."
Natalia's statement seemed to perk Bus Stop Girl's curiosity again. "You have a boyfriend?"
Natalia felt a pang of pain in her heart thinking about Alfred, but it wasn't as strong as it had been at first. "I'm not sure if I will for much longer…"
"Huh? What do you mean?" Bus Stop Girl knitted her dark eyebrows together in irritation.
"Well…" Natalia blushed slightly. What would Bus Stop Girl think about her if she told her the truth? The Belarusian girl shook her head softly. What did it matter? She had already told this stranger more than she had ever told anyone else. Neither Alfred nor any of her friends had ever heard anything about her past. No one even bothered to ask, except for Alfred on one occasion. Natalia refused to answer him and acted as if she hadn't heard him at all.
"Hey? Heyyy?" Bus Stop Girl frowned and poked the taller girl in the side. The reaction was unexpected. The blond girl squeaked loudly and shot up from her seat, the large purse she had held in her lap flying to the floor.
Natalia whipped around to face Bus Stop Girl in surprise, her violet-blue eyes wide.
"W-what did you do?" Natalia asked the brunette, whose eyes were as wide as hers, if not more.
"I… I just poked you. In the side." With her already outstretched finger, Bus Stop Girl pointed at the area where she had poked the other girl so innocently.
"Why did you poke me?"
"You were zoning out!" Bus Stop Girl crossed her tan arms in front of her chest as Natalia bent down to pick up her purse.
"I'm sorry," Natalia said as she took her seat on the blue bus stop bench again. "I didn't realize."
"Well… I guess it's okay. It's just that most of my friends tend to zone out a lot, and it gets annoying." Bus Stop Girl sighed and pressed her head against the back of the bench. She felt so tired when thinking about her friends. She loved them all, but they did get on her nerves from time to time. Today had been a rather bad day for her, considering that her Spanish friend Antonio had spent the entire lunch period moping over how his "precious Lovi" was angry at him for some absurd reason. Not only that, but her best friend Francis had tried taking advantage of Antonio, and then Lovino had come along, and he had gotten even more pissed… Basically, by the end of lunch, Antonio was still in one of his emo moods, Francis had to go to the nurse's office for a bloody nose and black eye, and her German friend Gilbert had laughed his ass off while she had nothing to enjoy but a major headache. As soon as school had ended, she had been ecstatic to finally go home, but she had received a call from her mom telling her that she couldn't pick her up. So, she had ended up on a bus to the hospital, to wait for her mom, who worked as a nurse. She had gotten sick of the hospital's depressing atmosphere and had decided to sit outside on the bus stop bench, where she still was. However, she wasn't alone anymore…
As she thought this, she sneaked a peek at the girl beside her. The blond had gone from looking at her and had shifter her gaze to the pet store across the street again. She had to admit, the girl really was beautiful… her long platinum blond hair seemed to be perfectly arranged, not a hair out of place. Her face was thin, but not too thin, her hair framing it nicely. Chocolate orbs trailed lower, analyzing the girl's sleek hands, and nails that seemed buffed to perfection. Now, she wasn't exactly "playing for the other team," as some would say, but she recognized a hot girl when she saw one. Now that she thought about it, she realized she didn't even know the girl's name!
"Hey," the brunette started, but was interrupted by a loud annoying chime coming from her purse. She sighed and dug through her purse, until she felt the cold feel of technology under her fingertips. She pulled her phone out and pressed it to her ear.
"Hello?"
"Sey? Where are you? I'm off my shift, dearie."
Sey rolled her eyes at the name. How many times had she told her mom not to call her "dearie" or "honey?" It was embarrassing, and she was no longer a child! She had just turned seventeen, thank you very much.
"Mom! Don't call me that! And I'm out here at the bus stop."
"But you're my little girl! What else would I call you? And okay. Get to the car so I can take us home."
"I'm seventeen, mom. And okay, I'll be right there." Sey hung up and put her cell phone back in her bag. She got up from the bench and stretched her arms out. She sighed in contentment and slung her bag around her shoulder. To her surprise, the other girl still had her sights across the street. Sey had guessed that overhearing the conversation with her mom would've made the other girl at least a bit interested, but apparently not.
Sey tapped the girl on the shoulder, who snapped her head in the brunette's direction. Sey raised an eyebrow but held out a hand anyway. "I have to go now, but it was nice meeting you."
Natalia eyed the hand warily but took it, a tiny smile starting to form at her lips. "It was nice meeting you as well."
Sey chuckled and turned to leave. She was halfway to her car when she realized she had forgotten to ask the girl her name. She spun around and dashed back to the bust stop, where the blond was still sitting.
"I forgot to ask you your name!" Sey panted to managed to get it out. She inhaled and exhaled heavily as the blond girl watched on, confused and amused at the same time.
"Natalia," she answered. "Natalia Arlovskaya."
Sey grinned. "Natalia? That's a nice name. I'm Sey! Sey Sesel!" The two girls exchanged a smile before the brunette ran off, leaving the blond alone, what she had originally wanted. But…
She didn't want to be alone anymore.
Natalia took her cell phone out of her purse and was ready to call someone when she saw she had five unread text messages, and three voicemails. She raised her eyebrows in surprise but decided to read the messages first. They were all from Alfred…
'Nat! Where did u go?'
'Natia… seriously, where are you? We need to talk.'
'I'm sorry…'
Natalia sighed. She was glad that Alfred had gone looking for her in the end, but she knew it wouldn't change the outcome. She knew what was happening, what had possibly already taken place. She closed the text message and called her voicemail next. A woman's monotonous voice came on, and she pressed in her code as she was ordered to. She listened to each voicemail, although her heart weakened with each one.
"Nat? It's me. I went running after you, but… where did you go? We need to talk, okay?"
"Natalia... don't feel bad. Please don't. I think I know why you ran out like that… you realized it… didn't you? I'm sorry, I tried. I really tried. I just wasn't able to do it… I couldn't help it… even though I made a promise to you… it isn't your fault. It happened long before I met you… I tried to stop it…Where are you?"
"Natalia… I'm really sorry…"
Natalia ignored the tears that flowed down her cheeks. Alfred was right. She had noticed it not long after they had started dating. She had hoped Alfred would be able to keep his promise, that he would be able to stop it… but she knew it was already too late. There was no stopping it now. Even if she tried, she wouldn't be able to do anything about it. Alfred himself hadn't been able to stop it…
He had fallen in love with someone else.
Natalia had known the whole time. She had always seen it, but decided to ignore it, since she had believed Alfred would be able to keep his promise and cut off those feelings he had…
But he hadn't been able to.
She gritted her teeth. Why did it always happen to her? Whenever she fell in love with someone… they always fell for someone else! She put her face in her hands. Why were people always getting in the way? Or was it her own fault? Was she just too unlovable?
She had thought… she had thought that with Alfred it would be different. He had been the one to save her from suicide. He had been the one that had been there for her when no one else bothered to love her. He had been the person that had smiled at her, for her, after that had happened. Natalia had thought that he had actually cared. And maybe he did… but just not enough. Damn that Arthur! It was all his fault! He had been the one that had unknowingly taken Alfred's heart, when she, his girlfriend, had been unable to. He had gotten to Alfred first… What was even more irritating was that Arthur, that idiot, never even bothered to acknowledge Alfred's feelings! How could he not notice such obvious affection? The way Alfred touched him, teased him, saved those special smiles just for him… it was something that Natalia could only envy. Natalia had even tried to be nice to Arthur, but he was starting to infuriate her! How could a man be so dense? How could Alfred love such a fool instead of her?
Natalia wiped away some of her ears. There was nothing she could do about it. She already knew that. She had tried to steal Alfred's affections, with attempts to appeal to him with her female attributes and seduce him somehow. It never worked. Sure, she had gotten him to kiss her, but she knew it was out of obligation, pity. Those kisses meant nothing.
A light went off in Natalia's head. If she couldn't get Alfred to like her instead of Arthur, maybe she could find a way to make sure Arthur would never return Alfred's feelings? She could make Arthur fall in love… with someone else. As far as she knew, it wouldn't be that hard, since Arthur was straight. He had never shown any signs of being otherwise, which was possibly why Alfred had never made a move before he had met Natalia. No matter. If she could get Arthur to break Alfred's heart, then he would come crying to her, right?
Right?
Natalia looked at the phone wedged in between the side of her face and her hand, her spirits uplifted as the tears on her cheeks dried. She quickly hung up her voicemail and dialed another number. She tapped her foot impatiently until she finally heard the familiar voice of her sister on the other end.
"Hello? Natalia?"
"Hello, sister. Can you come pick me up now? And quickly, please."
"Oh! Okay! I'll be over there in a little bit. I just need to say goodbye to Eduard…"
"Thank you. I'll be waiting." Natalia slid the phone shut. Her mind was reeling with ideas, possible plans that could be of use to her. She couldn't help but feel something strange in the pit of her stomach, though. What was it? Well, she could think about that later. She had a lot of work to do…
A/N: Darn, Seychelles was hard to write. Since she's never shown much, I worked with what I had. xD I hope to develop her character a bit more as the story goes on. And sorry if there's any mistakes in there! I'm really tired right now...
- Aha, seems like Arthur is gettin' desperate! Then again, who knows how Alfred and Natalia's relationship will last?
- Seniors(12th): Arthur, Alfred, Antonio, Gilbert, Francis/Juniors(11th): Sey, Lovino, Ludwig, Kiku/Sophomores(10th): Natalia, Feliciano
Any questions about ages or grades? Go ahead and ask~! :DD
- In this fic, Alfred is the good boy. Haha. (Now, his brother, on the other hand... Just kidding. :P Kind of. You'll see.)
-I chose Sey Sesel for Seychelle's human name, since I am not very creative when it comes to names. I google'd "Seychelles," which is where I found "Sesel."
- I feel that Natalia shouldn't be hated. She's just one of those people that feels unloved and doesn't know what to do, you know? :D
WELL, before I forget, happy holidays! I don't know if I'll update before Christmas so I'll just say it now. :D Merry Christmas! Happy New Year! I know not everyone celebrates, so, have a happy winter season! xD
You would be giving me an excellent present if you reviewed, you know that? ;D I just want to know what the readers think.~