I do not own Hetalia. Hidekaz Himaruya does.

A/N: Hey guys! :D So it's been quite a while since I've updated. I'm so sorry! I was kinda going through a tough time D: But I guess I'm okay now (: So I decided to continue writing my story HAHA

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So, here's Chapter 7!

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~PoisonIvania


The guy: Gilbert Beilschmidt

The vast sky glowed with a reddish-orange hue as the Sun met with the bank of clouds, the view was simply magnificent.

Gilbert paced down the dirt path in the forest to the hideout, pulling his coat tightly to him as the wind nipped up. His mind was filled with multiple questions and thoughts, all that he hoped to solve by that night.

As he reached the clearing, he realized he was alone. Francis wasn't there yet, not that Gilbert was expecting him to be early. That Frenchman seriously had no sense of time! Gilbert sat on the cool grass, leaning himself against the sturdy trunk of the tree. He decided to make use of his solace to think things over again.

Was he seriously going to ask Francis for advice? Was he about to make the biggest mistake of his life?

At that moment of frustration and confusion, a familiar voice interrupted his thoughts.

"Bonjour mon ami!"

Gilbert looked up to see Francis standing before him, beaming from ear to ear. In his hands were a carton of beer and a bottle of wine. Gilbert felt his facial muscles begin to relax and a smile lingered on his face.

"Ahaha I though you weren't coming you bastard!"

"Ah Gilbert, why would I skip such a request from you?" Francis winked his signature seductive wink.

"Frenchie boy, now you're just being disturbing. Please stop it."

Francis chuckled and planted himself next to Gilbert, at the same time passing him a can of beer. "So, what's up?"

Gilbert hesitated, clearing his throat.

Was he going to take chances? If he did, how would it turn out?

Gilbert slapped himself on the forehead, he was Gilbert the AWESOME for God's sake! He thrived on the spur of the moment! Did he give a damn what would happen in the future? NO!

But still, this was matters of the heart. Somewhere he had never dared to set foot in.

Well, it was about time he did.

He turned to Francis, who raised an eyebrow, clearing his throat once more.

Well, here goes nothing.

"Hey, I think I'm in love"

The words hung in the air; there was a long fidgety silence between the two guys.

It was Francis who broke the silence. He coughed awkwardly and helped himself to another glass of wine, taking a long sip before looking Gilbert straight in the eye.

"What makes you say so mon ami?"

Gilbert recollected his thoughts for a moment. "Well, let's just say that I've been thinking about her a lot lately and I kinda feel naturally drawn towards her."

Gilbert saw the Frenchman knit his brows together, "I see, you are attracted to this lady, hmmm, describe her."

"Erm…She has lights blond hair, she's pale and I think she's Canadian."

Gilbert noticed Francis flinch slightly at the word 'Canadian'.

Francis, now looking slightly restless, got up, asking, "Now, just who is this lady?"

Gilbert shuffled his feet, mumbling incoherently. He had to get it out of his system as soon as possible! He was going to-

"Maddie! I'm in love with Maddie Williams!" Gilbert blurted out.

He turned to face Francis, eyes widening at the look that was upon his face.

Francis's eyes were filled with hatred. He bent his head, long blond locks covering his face. He muttered under his breath.

"No, you can't go after her."

"Why?"

"You just can't."

Gilbert felt a flicker of annoyance pass through him. Why was Francis being such an ass?

"Hey! I thought you always encouraged me to go out with somebody? Shouldn't you be happy for me now? Why are you telling me not to pursue her?"

"You just can't. I already told you that."

Rage surged through Gilbert; he got up, placed his hands firmly on Francis's shoulders and gave him a strong push against the tree.

"Come on! Tell me or I'll beat the crap out of you!"

"She's mine."

Francis's words hung in the air.

"What the hell!" Gilbert exclaimed, simultaneously grabbing Francis by the collar of his dress shirt and slamming him face front onto the rough trunk of the tree, "Are you trying to take away my first love?"

"She's mine and you can't do anything about it!" Francis hissed spitefully.

Gilbert clenched his fist tightly, his facial muscles twitched, no, he wasn't going to lose his cool…

"Well, it isn't like you have much chance with her." Francis scoffed.

That was it. The last straw that broke the camel's back.

Gilbert's fist smashed into Francis's face, knocking him even harder against the tree. Francis, hand cupped over his cheek, eyes wild with hate, pushed Gilbert away and return a punch of his own.

"What the hell are you trying to do!" Francis growled.

Gilbert's face grew tight and bitter, he didn't say anything but glared at Francis.

"So if it's a fight you want a fight you shall get. But just keep this in mind, Francis Bonnefoy never loses in the game of love."

And with that, Francis walked off, leaving his broken friendship behind.


The girl: Abigail Kirkland

Hey! Where are you? Let's meet at the school gates.

Abigail stood at the school gates, fingering her phone and re-reading the text from Francis over and over again. She scanned the road, where exactly was that wine bastard? Just then, she saw a familiar red Peugeot purring in the distance. That must be him!

The car came to a stop in front of her, door opening and Francis emerging from it.

"Bon matin ma cherié"

Abigail twitched, "why did you ask me to meet you here?"

Francis swiftly got to Abigail's side, slipping his hand into her's, "Well, lovers should go to school together."

Oh! The agreement! I nearly forgot!

"Okay, so are we going in now?"

"Oui, its showtime!" Francis gleamed, he seemed to be enjoying every minute of it. He gave her hand a little squeeze and they walked passed the gates together.

The duo elicited several head turns and whispering.

Abigail flushed wit embarrassment, everybody in school knew how much she hated Francis and how they were always at loggerheads with each other.

And here she was, walking hand in hand with him.

"Just bear with it and smile." Francis whispered into her ear.

"Abby?"

At that moment, a familiar voice came from behind. The duo spun around to face a very shocked American and a clueless Japanese.

"W-w-wait! What's going on here Abby? W-w-why are you with that bastard?"

"Well, er…"

"Mon cher, this is the man who broke your heart." Francis whispered into her ear again.

Abigail felt rage surge through her. Francis was right! Alfred did hurt her and still even had the cheek to approach her with that Japanese girl!

"It's none of your business you bloody git!"

And with that, Abigail spun on her heel and scrambled towards the main building of the school, dragging Francis behind her.

And leaving a very speechless and shell-shocked Alfred behind.


The girl: Madeline Williams

She sat at her desk, smoothening her pleated skirt repeatedly and tugging at the hem. She was wearing a skirt for the first time in her high school life and accompanied by a classy white dress shirt.

And why?

She wanted to get Gilbert's attention.

Over the weekend, Madeline had suffered sleepless nights, pondering over the true definition of her feelings and she finally came to a conclusion that it wasn't just a crush anymore.

It was love.

She woke up extra early that morning to pick out something in her cupboard that wasn't baggy or a hoodie and finally settled on her black pleated skirt and white dress shirt. She didn't worry much about make up and decided to go with the natural look.

At that moment, Gilbert walked into class; she could see visible eye bags under his piercing red eyes as he trudged in. He probably wasn't in a very good mood.

"Hey Gilbert."

"Oh, hey Maddie. What are ya up to?"

"Erm…nothing much. You?"

"Oh, I see." Gilbert muttered and scrutinized Madeline, eyes widening, "Mein Gott! What are you wearing Maddie?"

"Huh? What's wrong?"

"W-w-why are you dressed like that? Do you know how many French perverts are out there waiting to get their hands on you?" Gilbert exclaimed.

"Oh. Haha so do I look oka-"

Madeline's words were disrupted by their teacher's voice, "Kids! Get to your seats pronto! We're having a quiz on partial fractions!"

The whole class groaned. "Later." Gilbert mouthed to Madeline as he rushed back to his seat.

Madeline breathed a sigh. Was Gilbert happy that she was dressed so nicely? Or was he angry at her for dressing that way?

And what did he mean by French perverts?

Sighing again, Madeline put her thoughts at the back of her mind and decided to focus on her pop quiz.

Damn you partial fractions.

/-

Madeline, lunch bag in hand, loitered outside the student council room as she waited for Abigail who had invited her to lunch.

"Seriously, what's Abby up to?" she mumbled as she glanced at her watch for the fifth time since she had started waiting.

Suddenly, the student council room door swung open, startling Madeline, who thankfully, jumped back in time.

"Hey! What do yo- Abby?" Madeline stared at the Briton who was obviously pissed.

"Oh, there you are Maddie, let's go." Abigail grabbed Madeline's hand and dragged her to the cafeteria.

"Hey wait! I can explain!" a voice called from the student council room.

"Fuck off." Madeline heard Abigail mutter under her breath.

Abigail dragged Madeline to the cafeteria and swiftly grabbed a table. Well, it was easy because Abigail's menacing aura scared pretty much the whole student body.

Abigail plopped down onto the seat and sprawled herself onto the table, letting out a loud groan.

"Hey, you okay?" Madeline asked carefully.

"Err yeah. I'm fine. It's just those stupid council members saying that I'm easy! Just because I'm dating the biggest playboy on Earth doesn't make me easy!" Abigail snarled the last word.

"Oh, calm down," Madeline reached into her lunch bag and pulled out a pancake, offering it to Abigail, "Pancake? I have maple syrup if you want some."

"Oh thanks. Erm…I'm going to grab some tea. You want anything?"

"Oh, plain water would be fine." Madeline smiled sweetly.

Abigail walked away from the table to get the drinks. Madeline took out a pancake for herself and a bottle of maple syrup. She held the bottle and meticulously drew a smiley face onto Abigail's pancake, proceeding to pour a big blob onto her's.

Abigail returned to the table, placing the cup of plain water in front of Madeline, "Here you go."

"Thanks."

Abigail sat down opposite Madeline and looked at her pancake, a smile creeping across her face. She looked up at Madeline, eyes full of sincerity, "Hey, thanks."

At that moment, Abigail's phone vibrated on the table, she picked it up and looked around the cafeteria. And when she stopped, she cringed. Out of curiosity, Madeline followed Abigail's line of vision to see a Frenchman blowing kisses and pointing at his phone.

"Wow, he must really like you." Madeline commented.

"Huh? No! He's just being silly! By the way, what do you think about him? Do you think he's…err…suitable for me?" Abigail inquired Madeline.

"Oh, I don't know much about him. All I know is that he's an infamous playboy and Gilbert's friend."

"Oh, erm…"

Seeing Abigail at a lost for words, Francis came over to the table, wrapping an arm around Abigail, "Mon Cher, why don't I tell her?"

Abigail coughed, "Wha- Oh, okay."

Reaching into his jacket pocket, he pulled out a beautiful cream card and handed it to Madeline. "Here's an invitation to my gala dinner next week. You will come, non?"

Madeline hesitated, "Oh, er… thanks. But why?"

"Oh Madeline! You didn't know? C'est mon anniversaire next week!" Francis covered his mouth in shock.

"Ah! I'm sorry! I didn't know!"

"Ahaha its okay mon ami, as long as you come, I will forgive you", he chuckled, "You should come with ma petite amie!"

He eyed Abigail who was staring at him, completely confused.

"I mean you should come with my girlfriend." Francis stressed the last two words.

"Oh! Haha." Abigail laughed nervously, "Yeah, we'll be there dar…darling."

"Good, I shall see you there too Madeline. Adieu."


The guy: Francis Bonnefoy

He turned from the table, looking across the room, directly into a familiar pair of red eyes. He smirked and took long strides towards the man, full of confidence and an air of smugness. As he neared the Prussian, he reached into his pocket and pulled out an identical invitation card. As he walked pass Gilbert, he slipped the invitation into Gilbert's palm.

"I'm sure I'll be seeing you there Gilbert. Next Friday, 7 o'clock sharp. Don't be late."


Note:

Bon matin ma cherié (French): Good Morning my dear

Mein Gott (German): My God!

C'est mon anniversaire (French): My birthday

ma petite amie (French): My girlfriend

A/N: My (major) exams are coming soon so I'll probably be taking a hiatus from FF for about 1 month (around there) so maybe updating will be kinda slow. Yup. But occasionally I'll be back to reply some reviews Yup (:

The Four Horsemen of the End: Hmm...about the Alcohol thing. HAHA Well, they're Gilbert and Francis, so I guess they have their means and connections ;D

candy4yourEYEZ: Well, I kinda got the formatting idea from the Poseur series byRachel Maude HAHA So it isn't new XD But thanks for you review! :D

xVAMPIRExEMPRESSx: Is this counted as long? HAHA O.o And thanks for your suggestion for the "C'est mon anniversaire" :D It has been edited!