Bonjour! I'm feeling kinda French today if you could consider that an emotion. Maybe it's something about mornings...Anyways! Look something thrilling is about to happen! What could it be? Also, I could tell Michelle hasn't been giving off such a good vibe to everyone...GOOD! I was toying around with this idea for a while, but I was at first going to do something with Arthur and Alfred but now I CREATED THIS! Somehow...And it took me a while to write. And damn is it short! (I guess it makes up for last chapter). And sorry for all the typos, my "editor" doesn't actually edit my work, she just yells at me for having so many grammar mistakes. This is all told from Alfred's POV, kinda...Well, enjoy and review!
Warnings: Strong language, and really bad written mature-ish themes
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia!
"Coming," Alfred heard Gilbert announce opening the front door with his left hand and holding Elizaveta with his right. "Al, it's about time, this party was getting a little boring."
"Your parties are never boring," Alfred laughed and walked inside. The main room was patted by two emerald ornate rugs contrasting the off white painted walls. There were two tables neatly aligned near the kitchen, with rows of beer bottles and red cups were placed. The atmosphere was filled with familiar faces mingling. Francis waved him over to the back corner.
"Al! We all thought you weren't gonna show," Francis began as Alfred strode over.
"Here, have a beer. You look tense," Antonio noted and handed him one of his red cups. It was obvious that Alfred had been not been himself lately. He had been skipping football practices and missing phone calls, although Antonio was not the first person to catch on.
Alfred peaked in to see it was only half full.
"Don't worry, I didn't drink it," he admitted.
Alfred shrugged and took a sip. It tasted stronger than the usual German beer Gilbert and Ludwig served, but oddly, it was better.
"Where's Katrina," Francis teased.
Antonio slurped the rest of his beer. "She's not a party person," he defended.
"Everyone's a party person, mes amis [1]," Francis exclaimed.
Alfred rolled his eyes and crunched his empty cup in his fist.
"You've been awfully quiet! Something's on your mind?" Antonio asked quickly to change the subject.
Alfred shrugged and grabbed another cup of beer. "Nothing's on my mind." This was an obvious lie. All he could think about Arthur. It was all he could ever think of.
Francis announced "it's Michelle."
Angrily he protested "damn it Francis, why do you always think it is about Michelle?" His words already began to slur as the truth became clearer.
"Stop denying tu amor [2]," Antonio explained patting Alfred's back.
"What about you and Katrina?" Francis snickered, returning to the previous conversation.
Antonio rolled his eyes. "I never said we were dating…" He took another mouthful of beer.
"Either are Liz and Gil, and they like they are having a great time!" Francis pointed to Gilbert holding Elizaveta around her waist and nipping at her neck.
"It's not the same!"
"l'amour c'est l'amour [3]!"
"Coming from the man who would fuck a tree if it was legal!"
Francis waved him off. "Al, go talk to her," he suggested pointing to the group of cheerleaders gossiping near the stairs.
Alfred shrugged and stumbled over, "hey Michelle!"
Stunned, Michelle tripped and fell into Alfred's strong arms. Her olive cheeks flared a light shade of pink. "Oh, I'm so sorry," she began.
An Asian girl snickered.
Alfred steadily placed her back on her feet. "You okay?"
"My ankle kinda hurts though, and my head is throbbing. I think I need to lie down." She grabbed her forehead.
"I'll take you to Gil's room," he announced with a smile.
Michelle smiled back and locked her arm around Alfred's back. Her smile was genuine and pure. She leaned upon him for support as they walked up four wooden steps and into Gilbert's room.
Gilbert's room was also painted an eerie shade of cream covered by thousands of posters of a German band Alfred's never heard of. In the center of the room was a queen size bed with ugly green sheets, which he set Michelle upon.
She sighed and clutched her ankle. "Thanks, Al."
He sat beside her and slurred "don't mention it."
"Well, I'll have to return the favor," she hinted and pulled on his baggy shirt. Within seconds, he was pinning her to the bed in a deep kiss. She loosened two buttons on Alfred's shirt and caressed his chest with her petite hand. Too drunk to refuse, Alfred continued, like a lifeless pawn.
"Get the fuck up," a hoarse voice exclaimed, tugging on Alfred.
Alfred fluttered his eyes open, and then quickly shut them due to the sun shining in from the open window. "Dude, you said I could stay!"
Gilbert sighed and strode over to the doorway. "Well my parents are coming at noon."
"What time is it?"
"Six. So wake your girlfriend and get the fuck out!" He slammed the door behind him, leaving only an echo.
Alfred's eyes shot wide open and yelled to no one "girlfriend?" He clutched his throbbing head with his right hand. All he could remember was his conversation with Francis and Antonio and having maybe one too many beers. How did he end up in Gilbert's bed?
Alfred looked over to see a cafe skinned girl silently dreaming. Two red ribbons were nestled in her fist. Alfred tugged on her arm. "How the hell did I get here?"
She yawned and muttered "hmm?"
He noticed his shirt was unbuttoned. Urgently he asked "Michelle, what happened last night!"
"I don't know," she smiled smugly and sat up. All of her clothes were wrinkled but still on. It, now, became obvious to Alfred that she had been completely sober last night.
"I'm serious."
"We didn't even hit second base," she complained slyly and then stretched.
Alfred snorted "not funny."
She forced her body to stand up. "I could take you home now, or we could do something else..." she hinted and attempted to kiss him on the cheek.
"Not interested," he answered and reached for his phone in his jeans' pockets. He scrolled without delay through his contact list. Home was completely out of the question. Coming home hung over to the headmaster of a Catholic private school was not such a good idea. His next option was Antonio who was without a doubt with Katrina. Then, there was Francis who was either having intercourse or…well he's always having intercourse.
"Aw, you used to be so much fun! What happened?"
Alfred ignored her comment and hit send into one of his contacts. After the fourth ring, someone groggily asked "hello?"
"This might sound kinda weird but can I come over now?"
"How did you get my number? And it's bloody six in the morning, you git!"
"Is that a yes?"
He sighed and muttered "okay, yeah just be quiet. My dad already left for work but my brothers are still alseep."
"See you in five minutes!"
He muttered something softly before leaving a dial tone in his place.
"Who was that?"
Alfred ignored her comment. "Can you drive me somewhere?"
Michelle raised an eyebrow. "Uhh…okay, but don't think that I'm your chauffeur when you're drunk. What's the address?"
Alfred yawned and said "23 Alice Court."
To Be Continued…
1. Translates to my friends in French (or so my friend said)
2. Your love in Spanish
3. Love is love in French
Author's notes: Ooh! How thrilling! I hate Michelle. She's such a bitch! Wasn't it kinda anticlimatic! Yeah. It was really rushed because I'm working on something else and third quater began and I JUST WANT IT TO END! Speaking of endings, this one also ended abruptly, but I think it works. I think his heart will lead him where he needs to be [I am so corny] and by the way, it was Arthur on the phone. (My stupid editors was like: no one is going to know who it is although I bet none of you are as stupid as her!) Also my translations are really bad because I'm relying on a high school student...don't ask. Anyways next chapter will be less thrilling but it will have more UsUk so get pumped! I don't know if I should put a warning so I will just in case. WARNING NEXT CHAPTER MIGHT HAVE YAOI SCENES! The key word is might...but of course it wouldn't be like sex or anything like that. Not yet...just kidding! It's rated T right? Spoiler Alert: next chapter is Arthur's POV. Haha you thought I was actually going to spoil something! Tee hee! Also, don't forget to REVIEW! See you next chapter! Hopefully...
