I'm so sorry; I know it's been a long time. So this chapter is divided. I mean that chapter 5 will be a continuation of this, because it was too long. So enjoy the first part and in chapter 5 will be part two of those events. Anyways hope you'll enjoy~
Friday passed by pretty fast to Ludwig's dismay. Feliciano didn't stop reminding him how excited he was for this afternoon. In math class, he sat happily next to the German not stopping to talk and just annoy the hell out of him. When the Italian saw the tall blond in the hallways, he would wave happily to him and sometimes hug him for no reasons. Ludwig started to make some plans on how to kill him. He couldn't stand him already and was becoming very uncomfortable with everyone looking at them all the time. He was starting to wonder if he could just ditch him and go home this afternoon, but he had made a promise to his Japanese friend and Ludwig was too loyal and dutiful to do that. So, after school, he reluctantly went to Feliciano's locker to wait for him. The little Italian was getting books in his bag, but seemed like he didn't know which ones to put in so was putting them all. Ludwig sighed and then coughed while getting closer. Feliciano jumped before turning around.
"Ludwig~!" He exclaimed brightly.
The tall blond just gave him a fake smile and offered to help him with his books. Feliciano backed up and gave him space for his locker. Ludwig opened the Italian's agenda to look at what he needed and putted all of what was indicated. Feliciano had his agenda styled like a girl with a nice writing and some drawings here and there. The blond rolled his eyes before putting it back in Feliciano's bag and zipping it close.
"Here." He handed the bag to his owner.
"Grazie!" Feliciano exclaimed while giving the German a tight hug.
"N-No problem." Ludwig answered while blushing madly and pushing the smaller teen away from him. "Why do I keep blushing?" He thought to himself annoyed.
"So where are we going first?" brightly asked the auburn haired teen.
Actually, Ludwig didn't plan that. He didn't really know where to take him.
"Hmm… How about a museum about American and Canadian history? You should know since you're in North America now."
"But museums are boring!" Feliciano whined.
"Well it's educative and-" Ludwig didn't have the time to finish that Feliciano cutted him.
"But we just finished school! We have to do something fun or show me important places like, uh…the restaurants!"
"The restaurants?" Ludwig asked in disbelief. Restaurants weren't what the German would call important.
"Yes! The best ones! Show me!"
The blond didn't quite know where to bring him. He wasn't a restaurant person, but decided to bring him to the best local Italian restaurant. Everyone talked about how good it was and well, it was Italian so he figured Feliciano would like it.
"But you know that it's only 4 p.m., right?"
"Yes and I'm starving!" The Italian whined.
"But we had lunch only 4 hours ago and I believe that your lunch was pretty huge. How can you… ah never mind. Follow me."
How could a guy this small be hungry, no, starving already? Ludwig just decided to let it go and brought him out of the school and in the restaurant's direction.
"So, like, I was thinking of maybe wearing my pink skinny jeans with my tight black v-neck, but it's old and Lizzie already saw it. So, like, I think I might buy some regular tight jeans and you'll have to help me with my shirt. What do you think?"
Feliks and Toris were entering the mall to go get clothes for the blonde. The brunette wasn't really paying attention to him. He was more preoccupied to look in the direction of a really tall Russian staring at him. Ivan Braginski was the son of a very rich and famous man in Russia. They had to move four years ago because of business. And for four years, Toris' parents have been working at their house as a maid and a chef. Toris had to help them sometimes and Ivan took pleasure by playing with him. The tall Russian was really weird. Very happy and sweet, but with a weird side to him. Let's say he played rough and he was probably the only one having fun while those little games of his. Toris feared him a lot. Right now, Ivan was looking at him with a creepy smile. What did he want? The Lithuanian was getting nervous by all this starring.
"Hello? Liet? Are you paying attention to me?"
Toris got out of his thoughts by Feliks making hand movements in his face to signal his presence.
"Uh, yes. Sorry. The jeans yeah."
"You think the thigh jeans would fit me perfectly?" Asked Feliks happily.
"Yeah sure." He was still glancing back at the Russian worried.
"And what kind of shirt should I buy to wear?"
"Feliks, I don't know anything about fashion. Why do you ask me?"
"Because you're, like, my best friend. You know me a lot and should know what would fit me good and stuff." Feliks answered as if it was obvious.
Entering Feliks' favorite store, Toris grabbed the first shirt he saw.
"Here. This shirt is pretty cool."
"I don't feel like wearing blue tonight!" Whined Feliks.
Toris sighed. "Then what color would you wish to wear tonight?"
"I don't know. Purple maybe?"
"Then here. The same shirt, but in purple."
"Yeah, I like the color, but it's the shirt that's totally, like, meh."
"Feliks, you plan on being here for how long?"
The blond just brushed off the question and turned around to look at other shirts. Toris just went along with it. When his best friend was serious about clothes, he was serious. They could stay there for six or even seven hours before Feliks decided it was time to go. The brunette just had to compose himself and stay patient.
"Hey, Liet. I just got, like, that totally brilliant idea!"
Toris wasn't fond of his best friend's ideas, but he decided to ask what it was anyway.
"Well, what if we bought clothes for you? I could totally style you and make you hot!"
"Feliks, I don't even have money on me and anyway, I'm fine with what I'm wearing now."
Feliks looked like he stopped breathing for a second. "Wait. Don't tell me you're going to wear this tonight!"
"Yeah. What's wrong with my clothes?"
"Well, it's not what I would wear to a party, you know. Or anywhere else." Said the blond in a disgusted tone.
"Well, excuse me for not being as fashionable as you." Said Toris while crossing his arms slightly insulted.
"It's okay, Liet. I forgive you. Now, let me find clothes for you!" Feliks said excited.
"But I don't have money!"
"It's all right! I'm going to pay! My grandma gave me extra money since I did her bathroom decoration. Apparently, I'm better than Denis, her usual decorator!" the blond said proudly.
"But it's your money." Whined Toris.
"What do you think about those tight black jeans?" Feliks said, ignoring Toris, showing him the pants.
"I'm not sure. I don't really feel like wearing tight jeans. I like comfortable clothes."
"Comfortable clothes equal ugly clothes. Now, try those on!" Feliks said while giving the jeans to his friend.
Toris just gave in and went to try them on in the changing booth. When he had finished to put them on, Feliks was already back with at least four shirts in his hands.
"Here four sexy tops! Try them on with your jeans!" He said giving them to him. "Wait! Back up so I can see you with those."
Toris reluctantly backed away to show him. Those pants were really tight and he wasn't comfortable at all.
"Oh my god! Like, totally hot! Turn around so I can see your butt in them."
Toris' face flushed. He shouldn't be embarrassed by this now, since it was Feliks we were talking about, but he couldn't help it. He slowly turned around. Feliks smiled really brightly.
"Wow, Liet! I didn't know you had such a great ass!" he exclaimed.
"Not so loud! And I really don't feel comfortable. It's too tight." Toris said embarrassed.
"But you rock those pants! Here try those shirts on." The blond said while pointing at the shirts he gave him before.
Toris looked at one of the shirts. He was uncertain. The shirts looked a bit girly, fruity, and maybe gay perhaps?
"They're not really my style, Feliks."
"Shut up and try them on already!" the blond exclaimed while pushing his best friend back in the changing booth.
It finally took 2 hours for them to finish shopping. It ended up that Toris lost to Feliks for the black tight jeans and a tight blue shirt that, in Feliks words, would make his eyes valuable. At least, it was the least fruity shirt of the bunch. Feliks decided to buy the tight jeans he was talking about and a green shirt that would also make his eyes valuable. When they were about to get out of the mall, both were stopped by the really tall Russian from earlier.
"Hey Toris! How are you?" Ivan asked brightly.
"Oh hi, Ivan. I'm pretty fine. You?" the brunette answered nervously.
"I'm really happy! So why did you buy clothes? Are you going somewhere special? You never buy clothes unless it's special."
"We're going to Lizzie's party tonight. Now can we go?" Feliks said annoyed. He really didn't like the tall teen in front of him.
"Lizzie's party? Oh yeah, she invited me, but I didn't really felt like going. But now that I know that you're going, Toris, I may probably go too!" The Russian said brightly.
"Oh… That's cool." Toris forced himself to look happy.
"Okay, bye now!" Feliks took his friend's arm and decided to leave the creepy Russian behind.
"See you later, Toris!" Ivan screamed at him before they got out of the mall.
"Good job, Feliks!" The Lithuanian shouted sarcastically.
"What?" the blond was confused.
"Now because of you, Ivan will be at Elizabeta's party tonight. Why did you tell him?"
"He wanted to know…" Feliks didn't know what to answer.
"I'm not going anymore."
The blonde's eyes went wide. "No! Please! I really want to go and you have to come! Plus, we just bought clothes! " He pleaded.
"I don't want to go if he's there." Toris had his arms crossed.
"Liet, please! You'll just have to ignore him and stuff."
"How do you want me to ignore that?"
"I don't know. I'll help you. Please!" Feliks' eyes were pleading. Toris really looked serious and somewhat angry.
The brunette was forcing himself to stay stubborn, but Feliks' sad eyes were hard to ignore.
"God damn it. Fine. But you stay with me all night and if he comes by, you talk to him."
"Deal!" exclaimed the blond hugging him.
They then went in the direction of Feliks house to change and prepare for tonight. Toris was cursing himself on how weak he was.
"Here, honey. It's the fifth outfit." Michelle handed a green neckline dress to Elizabeta.
The girls were all in the Hungarian's room trying out some outfits for the party tonight. Emma had already chosen a black tank top with short jeans shorts, Mei was wearing a cute pink summer dress and Michelle had a baby blue neckline t-shirt and a short jean skirt. Elizabeta didn't know what to wear at all. She was the most developed of her friends, but also didn't want to look like a slut showing too much of her breasts.
"I really don't know girls! Should I wear a dress or jeans? I mean, it's not a formal party."
"Is my dress too formal then?" Mei asked worried.
"No, no, honey! It's a summer dress and it's really cute!" Michelle reassured her.
"You should wear what you're comfortable in!" Emma answered.
"You know that's never helping." The brunette sighed.
"Well are you more comfortable in jeans or a dress?" The Belgian asked.
"Jeans, I guess?"
The blonde sighed. "Here. Wear those tight jeans and this green neckline t-shirt."
"I don't know for the neckline… I don't want to show them too much."
"Honey, you have those amazing curves! If you wear jeans and you hide your legs, then you should wear a top that shows your breasts. That's how it works. You show one or the other. Never hide or show both." Michelle explained.
Elizabeta looked at her friend talking. Apparently, the Seychelloise was giving advices that even her wasn't respecting. She was showing both her nice legs and breasts, but Elizabeta couldn't blame her for being so attractive.
"Fine. I'll wear this." She said while taking the outfit from Emma's hands.
"Yay! On top of that, we all wear different outfits!" The blonde cheered.
The Hungarian laughed a bit. Her friends were so girly. She believed to be too, but a lot less then them. Elizabeta considered herself being a pretty normal girl even though a lot of people had told her she was actually pretty hot. But this group of girl in her room were considered the prettiest at school. Mei was the cute one, Emma the pretty one and Michelle the sexy one. The Hungarian didn't want to know her category. She thought it was stupid to be judge this way. She sometimes didn't believe she hung out with those girls, but that was because she was friends with Gilbert since kindergarten. Gilbert then found Antonio and then Francis. Emma was already a friend of Antonio and Mei was Emma's friend. Then Francis met Michelle and that's how their little gang formed. Sadiq and Heracles came up afterwards. Elizabeta thought it was stupid how the gang was formed, especially when her oldest friend was also her enemy. She could have just found other friends instead of staying with them, but somehow, she got attached to those popular jerks. They weren't all that bad after all. The girls were actually less bitchy then she had thought they would be. The guys… they were guys.
"So?" Elizabeta asked while showing the outfit on her to the girls.
"Wow! You're so hot!" Michelle shouted while standing up next to her. "Now you need jewelry!" she added while getting a cute necklace and earrings from her little jewelry case. "Here!"
"Can I do your hair?" Emma asked excited.
"Well my hair is just fine this way."
"But you always have this hairstyle!" The blonde whined.
"I like them down." Elizabeta explained.
"Here. Just had this." Michelle installed a clip with a big flower in her hair.
"I don't know. It's a little too much." The Hungarian was uncertain.
"No! It's really cute, Lizzie!" Mei finally said.
The brunette looked at herself in the mirror. She wasn't used to this.
"All right! Girls come. We'll go install the alcohol, the shooters and the food now." Michelle exclaimed while getting out of the brunette's room, Mei and Emma following her.
"I do look good. Too bad Gilbert can't see." She thought a little sad. "Wait! What did I just think? I don't care what that jerk thinks. I'll have a blast without him tonight." She lied to herself before going after the girls.
"Yum! These pastas are delicious~! Wanna taste?" Feliciano asked brightly.
"No thanks. I'm not hungry."
The Italian just kept eating happily. Ludwig was looking at the time. Not even half an hour had pass and he felt like it was hours. He looked back at the Italian. Feliciano was eating with appetite. "Where does all this food go?" he thought. The auburn haired teen was so small and thin. How could he eat so much? It was a big mystery for the German.
"Oh! My grandpapa had this picture in his house in Italia!"
The blond turned to look at what the Italian was talking about. On the wall was a picture of Romulus and Remus.
"Really?"
"He told the myth to my brother and I every time when we were kids! Romulus and Remus are the twin founders of Rome. My grandpapa liked to compare my brother and I to them, since we're also twins."
"Great a twin…Lucky parents…" Ludwig thought sarcastically.
"But he also said that it's a bad comparison, since Romulus killed Remus, because he was jealous of him." Feliciano continued while looking at the picture with a dreamy look. "It's an interesting story, but the part where Romulus kills his brother always saddened me. After he killed his brother, Romulus then took advantage of his brother's death and created Rome by himself. He named the city after his name of course. How can you do that? You're supposed to love your brother, no matter what. You can't kill a family member. It's unthinkable."
Ludwig looked at Feliciano. What he just said was actually deep for a guy like him. "Maybe this guy's a subtle genius or something. He's probably just hiding it by pretending to be extremely dense." He thought. "You're right. My brother is annoying, but I still care about him and love him."
"You have a brother? Cool! Me too!"
The blonde's face fell. "I know. You just told me… You guys are twins."
"Oh yeah, sorry! I was thinking about the story."
"It's okay…" Ludwig answered. "Never mind. He really is stupid." He then thought exasperated.
"Are you sure you don't want any?" Feliciano asked again, referring to his pasta.
"I'm fine, really."
"Okay. So where are we going next?" the Italian asked brightly.
"Um, I don't know. Are you sure you don't want to visit the museum?"
"I really don't want to. Why don't we go to the mall and shop a bit?"
"I don't really like shopping." The German answered.
"Oh pretty please! I need a new shirt for tonight." Feliciano begged.
"But the shirt you are wearing right now is fine."
"Really? You think it's okay for tonight? I think it's too casual." The smaller boy asked worriedly.
"Feliciano, it's fine. It's just a party. You don't need to be dressed in formal clothes."
"So you think I look good!" The Italian exclaimed brightly.
"Well I didn't say that." Ludwig answered uneasy. "But you're fine for tonight."
"Alright then!" He then looked at the time. "At what time is the party?"
"It starts around 7:30pm. Why?"
"Well it's 5:30pm right now. So we have two hours left. What should we do?"
"I really don't know… Well I could still bring you to the mall, but just to show you where it is. Not to shop, understood?" The blond said firmly.
"Okay!~"
"Finish and we'll go."
"Where the fuck is everybody?"
"Dude, relax, it's only 7p.m." Antonio answered to his irritated albino friend.
Gilbert was excited. He was waiting impatiently in the living room with Francis and Antonio. Everything was ready. The only thing missing was the people.
"Anyways, at least, Lizzie cancelled her party, so everyone's going to show up." Gilbert said. He then added nervously: "Not that people wouldn't have, just that, well the girls will be there, you know?"
Francis and Antonio shared an uneasy look.
"Actually, mon ami, Elizabeta didn't cancel her party." The Frenchman answered softly.
"What?" He then shot a look to Antonio. "Dude, what the fuck? You told me she would cancel!" Gilbert shouted to his best friend.
"Well she was supposed to, but then, something happened, we don't know what, and she changed her mind. Sorry dude." The Spaniard answered with an apologizing face.
"Oh and who cares anyways? My party will be kickass compared to hers." The albino declared.
"Of course, Gil." Answered Francis.
Right then, there was a knock at the door. Gilbert stood up excited and then composed himself. He then went for the door with an attitude and trying to look as cool as possible. After all, he wasn't awesome for nothing. His two friends laughed a bit to his actions. He opened the door awesomely and then his face fell. It was Ludwig.
"What the hell? Since when do you knock?" He asked with obvious disappointment in his voice.
"Forgot my keys."
"And who's that?" the self-proclaimed Prussian asked referring to Feliciano who was chasing after a squirrel on their front yard.
"Um…He's my fr-… He's in my math class. He's an Italian immigrant and my teacher forced me to show him around town and then bring him to my house." Ludwig lied.
"But it's my party tonight!" Gilbert whined.
"Well it's still my house. Deal with it." He then turned to the Italian. "Feliciano, are you coming?"
He turned his head confused and, getting what had just been said to him, he started to run after Ludwig into the German's house. He waved brightly to Gilbert while getting in the house. The albino was looking at him strangely, but decided to wave back. "What a weird little dude." He closed the door and was about to go sit back on his couch and another knock was heard. He turned around brightly and opened the door the same awesome way he did before.
"Where's the babes?" shouted Sadiq, while getting in Gilbert's house, pushing him a bit.
Annoyed by the way he just got pushed, Gilbert gave the Turk a look, but the latter didn't even paid attention to it.
"They're not there yet. It's not even 7:30! Relax guys." Francis answered annoyed.
Right then, another knock was heard. Gilbert, still with his awesome pose went to the door after giving a look of satisfaction to his blond friend. He opened the door and a group of random people in junior year was there. Alfred was at the lead of them, facing the albino.
"I brought some friends. I hope it's alright?" the American asked smiling.
"Uh…Sure. Come in?" Gilbert asked confused, letting the blond and his friends in his house.
"Fuck yeah! A party! Where's the music? The alcohol? The food?" the younger teen shouted.
Gilbert pointed to his kitchen. "Right in there."
Alfred and his friends ran to the kitchen. The self-proclaimed Prussian then turned to his best friends. "Who the fuck is that? Did I invite that?" he asked confused.
"It's Arthur's friend. You invited him to bug big brows, remember?" the Frenchman answered.
"Oh! Yeah! That's right!" he exclaimed remembering.
"So, no chick?" Sadiq asked disappointed.
"Dude, there will be. Trust me. It's me after all! Just wait." Gilbert answered confidently.
"Oh my god! We are, like, so late!" Feliks shouted as he looked at Toris' watch while fast walking to Elizabeta. He wanted to do his hair, because he was tired of his natural straight hair, but at the last minute, he decided to take off every thing he had put in his hair and put them naturally straight again. It took at least an hour, but Toris didn't mind. He wasn't really excited for the party anyways.
"It's okay, Feliks. Elizabeta wouldn't mind for a simple hour. There's other guests anyways." The Lithuanian answered.
"But I told her we would be there in time!" Feliks whined.
Toris just sighed with a laugh and kept walking. Five minutes later, they arrived at the Hungarian's door. They knocked and Elizabeta opened the door brightly.
"Feliks! Toris! Come in!"
The Pole gave her a hug before entering her house. It was already pretty full of people. The Nordics were in a corner talking with each other where the Dane was drinking a beer while laughing really loudly. Mei was conversing with her friends that she invited, Im Yong Soo, Yao and a new exchanged student from Hong Kong. Heracles was relaxing on one of her couch talking with Emma. Roderich Edelstein, Gilbert's harsh enemy, was conversing with Vash Zwingli. Michelle was dancing with other girls and guys on the dance spot already. There were random people pretty much everywhere in the house. But then, someone caught Toris' eyes. Ivan's little sister, Natalia. She was even creepier than her brother. Especially when her older brother was involved. She said she was in love with him and she actually inspired to marry him. Ivan was probably always happy or scary, but when she was around, he was very anxious and scared. The Lithuanian feared this family so much. There were maybe Katyusha, Ivan's and Natalia's older sister that was normal. Well, "normal". She wasn't scary, but deeply emotional and weird with her feelings. At least, she was nice and caring.
"Oh wow, Feliks! Nice jeans!" Michelle exclaimed while getting closer to the Pole. She got tired from dancing for a moment and needed a drink.
"I know right?" Feliks answered joyfully.
Michelle then dragged him to the kitchen with her to get a drink, which left the brunette alone. Toris was still looking at Natalia's direction. She was looking back at him with daggers in her eyes. He didn't quite understand why.
"You're clothes fits you great too." he heard in the back of his head.
Toris recognized this voice to well. He slowly turned around. Ivan was standing in front of him with a big grin.
"Uh, thanks." The brunette answered nervously. "As soon as he pops in, Feliks disappear!" he cursed to himself.
"Are you having fun?" Ivan asked.
"Uh, well, I just arrived."
"Oh. Well, I'm having fun!" the Russian answered brightly.
"Good." Toris tried to avoid his eyes and was searching for his best friend.
Right then, Natalia came to them. "What are you two talking about?"
"Uh, nothing. Right, Toris?" Ivan answered nervous.
It amused the Lithuanian how much the tall man in front of him was scared of his little sister. Well, actually, he quite understood.
Suddenly, Michelle and Feliks popped out of the kitchen. "Hey, you guys! Wanna play truth or dare?" The Seychelloise exclaimed.
"Oh, no thanks, I-"
"Oh come on, Toris!" the blonde cutted his best friend.
"Okay fine." The brunette answered unhappy.
"I'll play too!" Ivan exclaimed.
"Then, count me in", answered Natalia, while looking at her brother intently.
This made everyone uneasy, but Feliks cutted the silence: "Oh well, I'll ask other people! Come Liet~!" And he left the little circle it had made with his best friend.
So this ends part 1! Stay tuned for chapter 5! It's already half done :) ! I'm still sorry.