Chapter 9 – The planning of the Third Blackmail:
Elizaveta's POV:
It was our first free period of this year, and I was sitting with Gilbert, Alfred and Mathias. It was just supposed to be Gil and me, but Alfred and Mathias tagged along. To Gil's somewhat displeasure. Confusedly enough, seeing how I knew them both to not only be teammates of his but also two of his friends. They ended up talking about sports, while I listened.
- So, what's this method? Alfred asked after some time, curiously and out of the blue. He was referring to the explanation I had had for how I could tell whether someone was gay or not.
- I just observe how people assess other people. I stated.
- Assess? Mathias asked confusedly with a cute head tilt.
- Straight boys look at other boys as potential rivals, even if they don't have anyone on their radar. While when they stare at girls, they check them out, to see if they're their type. I explained, not being able to resist the cute head tilt or Alfred's begging, questioning eyes. Same with straight girls, just they look at other girls as potential rivals, while checking out guys. Gay people on the other hand, both assess and check out their genders, while assessing the opposite gender as potential rivals. Then there's the bisexuals, they both assess and check out both genders.
- Is that how you knew that Feliks wasn't gay? Gilbert asked.
- I still think that he's gay, I mean the guy wears pink. Alfred stated.
- You don't wear pink, Alfred Fitzgerald Jones. And yet, you're gay. I shot back harshly.
- You got a point, he said sheepish. Then he looked carefully at Gilbert and Mathias. You don't find it weird, do you? Alfred asked, a little scared.
- Nah, we pretty much figured it out already. It was easy for us. We're awesome that way. Gilbert said, arrogantly cute as always.
- It was obvious, Mathias agreed, with the way you're drooling over Arthur.
For a moment, it went silent, then,
- Do you think he's noticed? Alfred asked rather timidly, and a little shakedly.
- No, all three of us answered simultaneously. Arthur's just like you sometimes, I thought with a sigh while looking at Alfred, just as oblivious when it comes to love.
After having secured both Chernenko's and Lily's help, I'd almost everything I needed. In my mind, I went through my checklist. There were eight things that needed to be done, and I'd gotten; one, two, three, four of those things done. I had no idea on how to get the other things fixed before Halloween, but I pushed it all aside for now.
It was time for P.E., with Martin Beilschmidt, the vice-Principal and grandfather of Gilbert and Ludwig, as teacher. The last few weeks, we had played a number of sports and I hoped that it would keep my mind occupied (it would probably, with the way Mr. Beilschmidt drove us all). We were playing tennis today.
After my round of tennis, I looked over at Mr. Beilschmidt. He looked a little surprised, though that is hard to tell with his face.
- 21-0. You won this round. Well played.
As I sat down on one of the benches, Gilbert turned to me.
- Is your frying pan skills the reason you're good with tennis?
- No, I'm good with a frying pan because I'm good at tennis.
- Ja, you were good. You crushed your opponent. How did you get that good in tennis?
- Well, I've played tennis every summer, except this one, at a Summer Camp in Hungary.
Gilbert and I talked some more after that, nothing special. But I love talking to him, looking for each of his smiles, see his eyes light up when he's talking about his brother. After we talked for a little bit, we were ordered to do stretching exercises.
Annyira közel tökéletes azzal szexis az ő, I thought as I stared at Gilbert. Which is true, you can just see it shining out of him all the time. Especially now that he's stretching out.
As I exited the girls' locker room during lunch hours, because I'd forgotten a Magazine I wanted to show Chern and Lil, I spotted Im Yong Soo and Feliks hunched over a form of some kind that they seemed to be writing on. Curious, I walked back in the girls' locker room, looking over my shoulder to see if any of the ones still there would notice me taking pictures of this peculiar happening. No one did.
A few moments later Mr. Beilschmidt appeared, and they handed him the forms. I got even more curious, so I waited 'till they, Im Yong and Feliks, had passed me and hurried out and towards where Mr. Beilschmidt was. When I got closer, I slowed down.
-You haven't gone to lunch yet? He asked when he saw me.
-I forgot something in the locker room. I explained, as I snuck a sneak peek at the forms he were holding. They were those kind of forms that excuses you from activities... like P.E.! And they had signatures on them, just not Im Yongs or Feliks' signature on them! Which could only mean one thing, those two had been forging! Where's the cantine again? I asked Mr. Beilschmidt, whom seemed a little distracted.
-Oh, it's the opposite way of where I'm going. He said, and explained the way that I already knew.
Thanking him, I hurried away, hoping to catch those two boys before they got to the cantine.
- Hey, you two were good with forging handwritings. I told Im Yong and Feliks.
Im Yong and Feliks twirled around, looking guilty.
- Relax I'm not going to tell anyone. As a matter of fact, I need your help.
- Our help? Feliks asked suspiciously. Like with what exactly?
- You know the Halloween Party?
- Yes, the two said simultaneously.
- Well, there are some people whom I want to be attending…
- I just don't get how I ended up on the list over people attending the Halloween Party. Arthur said confusedly. I don't even like Halloween.
- Well the facts are that you are, and that you must attend. I told him matter-of-factly.
- Yes, I'm aware of that. I, after all know the Academy's rules by heart. Well, at least I don't have to wear a bloody costume.
I made an eep-noise, to raise his curiosity.
- What? What do you know that I don't? Arthur asked, trying to stay calm.
- It's just that I overheard your brothers talking about getting you a costume, and knowing them…
- Oh, bollocks! What the bloody hell am I going to do? Arthur, fully knowing his brothers and their weird sense of humor, panicked. I haven't got a costume, the shops are bound to be out of all the costumes by now, and there isn't time to make one.
- I've got a few extra costumes. I said slowly, to not seem too eager. I shouldn't have bothered. Arthur was far too panicked to pick up hints of a trap.
- You do?
- Yes, some might even be in your size. I pressed further.
- And none of them are too revealing? Arthur asked tentatively.
- The only revealing outfit that I got, is a Sailor Jupiter costume, and I doubt that it will be in your size.
- Aha. Good. He said, without quite knowing what I was referring to. Just glad to see some way out of wearing anything his brethren would be picking out.
- No way, am I wearing that!
- Arthur, this is the fifth costume I've shown you, and you keep turning them down. Now, what's wrong with this one?
- Elizaveta. It's a dress. Well, no matter. I guess I'll just wear something black, and claim that I'm the Ninth Doctor. From my vintage point by the window, I could see one of Arthur's brothers pulling up to the front porch with Rhys's car. This was the cue I'd been waiting for.
- Arthur Ignatius Kirkland! I shouted harshly. You'll wear whatever I want you to wear, I continued sweetly, or else I will tell your brothers that you're going to the Halloween Party. Whoever was in the car honked. And judging by that noise, you'll be in a cute costume, maybe a dress, that will make my costumes look rather normal, before you can say "Shepherd's Pie".
Arthur, not quite believing me, strolled over to the window and leaned out.
He hurriedly stuck his head back in. He, like me, had recognized the car.
- Fine, just, just give me a costume before I leave.
Author's notes:
Stay tuned for the next Chapter to find out what Arthur will be wearing, and what yaoi plans Elizaveta has made.
Elizaveta E. B. Héderváry = Hungary
Gilbert Beilschmidt = Prussia
Alfred F. Jones = United States of America
Mathias Køhler = Denmark
Arthur Ignatius Kirkland = England
Chernenko Arlovskaya = Ukraine
Lily Zwingli = Liechtenstein
Martin Beilschmidt = Germania
Ludwig Beilschmidt = Germany
Feliks Łukasiewicz = Poland
Yong Soo Im/Im Yong Soo = South Korea
Rhys Kirkland = Wales
Translation:
Ja = Yes (German)
Annyira közel tökéletes azzal szexis az ő = He's so close to perfection with that sexiness of his (Hungarian)
I don't own Hetalia. It's owned by Hidekaz Himaruya. (Had I owned it, it would be filled with PruHun Love).
