(a/n: Hi there readers. Here's the next one *IsProud* almost to 10. Sorry senior yr is taking a lot of my time so I wrote an extra long chap…extra long in my opinion, 5 pages on worddoc.)
Chapter 9
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Feliciano skidded to a stop in front of the tall gate.
"I think this is the place." The sun reflected off of the metal letters that sat atop the gate, Feliciano shaded his eyes and read.
Bacchus, yep this is it..
He pushed the gate, slightly amazed he watched the Bac letters unlock from the chus allowing him to enter.
"The Bacchus yard is so cool …and their house is so big." The shadow of the house covered Feliciano as he made his way down the winding stone path to the house.
Blocking the entrance to the house, Francis sat near the top steps in front of the door stopping all women as they came. An Asian girl was trying to enter but Francis refused until she heard him out.
"Yes mon cher, anything you desire, say, command, I will do."
"Well, I would like for you…to die." Her mini skirt blew in the wind as she continued her way up the stairs.
"With out you I will die, come back mi amore!" Francis twisted around reaching out for her as she entered the house.
"…I don't think she's coming back amigo." Antonio, below Francis, leaned against the front stoop of the stairs playing with his guitar.
"That's okay, she will be wanting me later on." Moving to the other side Francis stood up and leaned against a supporting rail. "They all come begging for me sooner or later."
"Francis?" From the walkway Feliciano emerged smiling and waving. "Francis…have you seen Ludwig around here, I want to see him?"
"Italy!… I would have thought you'd come to see me, your big brother no? We have so much to catch up on; I haven't seen you all summer."
While making his way up the stairs France wrapped his arms around Feliciano's waist and pulled him into an embrace.
"What have you been up to mon cher? I would love to catch up on things with you." France traced the blue stripped lines of Italy's button down hoping to get some type of response when the side of his face began to sting with pain.
"Fucking ass, let go of Veneziano." Romano picked up the soccer ball as it bounced down the stairs and rolled back to him. France held his head in pain as he leaned over the rail and fell off the steps, landing on the ground.
Feliciano leaned against the rail and looked over at a crying Francis.
"Ve… I hope your okay big brother France…"
"Romano!" Spain looked up temporarily from his guitar. "Are you up for another game?" Spain's happy smile was answered with icy glares from the Italian boy.
"As if, these people want to see beer bastard Gilbert, I was just showing them the dorm his drunken ass might be in."
A tall slim Brunette in a skirt suit appeared beside Romano; next to her a tanned male approached from behind and joined them. Her gently gaze observed the boy as she began to softly speak.
"How are you young gentlemen today? This is Officer Lorenzo." Standing there the tall man nodded before removing his sunglasses and setting them in his long dark hair. He smiled at them as she continued.
"I'm detective Chatzi, Maenad Chatzi and I-"
With a flash the Frenchman was standing in the grass next to the woman.
"I believe I have found love at first sight, no?" Taking the woman's hand he motioned for her to follow him on the path to the front door.
"Mon Cherie, are you sure you aren't looking for me, because I've been looking for you my entire life."
"Is your name Gilbert Beilschmidt? " The deep Italian accent of officer Lorenzo loudly addressed Francis, somewhat surprising him but not enough to throw off his game.
"… For her, it could be anything." France tried to gaze into the detectives eyes but she averted quickly. "Though you look away, I can easily see those lovely captivatingemerald eyes in the reflection of your glasses mon cher, I only wish you would give me the privilege to gaze into them."
Sliding his hand under her chin Francis tried to get the woman to look at him so he could continue his attempts of seduction but she refused his advances.
"I'm sorry, you miss understand completely." Detective Chatzi pulled away from the Frenchman crossing her arms to avoid further contact. "My business is with a Gilbert Beilschmidt, and I would appreciate it if you'd stop playing and take me to him, now." Although her voice was gently, there was a certain strictness about it that France found alluring.
"Oho, feisty woman, I like." Any of Francis's further flirtatious behavior was ignored as she asked the other boys for assistance.
"That French bastard won't do a thing for you, unless you sleep with him!" Romano, while practicing the balance of his soccer ball on his head, heard snippets of the conversation. "Besides no one's seen that bastard Gilbert since…yesterday night…damn it!" The ball fell off and rolled towards Spain.
"Aye, Senorita, Lovi is right." Spain kicked the ball up in the air, having it come back down landing and balancing perfectly on his head, he strummed his guitar happily.
"Spain, you bastard. …." Romano continued his glare, envy clearly in his murmurs.
"Well amigo, I think Ludwig might have seen him, he was pretty upset with him this morning over…something." Spain struggled to remember what exactly Ludwig had said that morning. Hmm…it was either I hate my brother or…I mate with brother…one of those two.
"Oh really..." Officer Lorenzo pulled a small notebook out of the back pocket of his suit and scribbled something down. "…Could you take us to see this, Ludwig?"
"Mon cher I will take you to him." Taking the Detective's unguarded hand Francis began to walk up the stairs
"I'll go too!" Italy happily opened the door to the house letting France lead the Detective in first.
"Wait for me amigos." Spain, finally out of his deep thought, put the guitar on his back and grabbed the ball from his head. "Lovino, come with us!"
"Fuck no!" Romano flicked him off then turned and headed towards the front gate to leave the Bacchus yard.
Defeated Spain started up the stairs but stopped as a small grin appeared across his face.
"Well, I do have Lovi's soccer ball…I guess he'll be back for it later!" He said loudly into the air.
After a moment of silence between the two Spain ran into the house woth an angered Romano right behind him
"…Spain, You bastard! gimme my ball back!"
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"…Poland?"
"Polacy zawsze maja pecha!*…Yeah?"
"Where are we going?…"
"Naszczescie ciagle mamy czas!*…keep driving …to town." Poland pointed through the trees that the main road from school went though and shook his head to the beat.
"Then, where are we going once we get to town?"
"I don't know, I just didn't want to be with America anymore. Can you believe he wanted me to ruin my new totally just manicured nails to play some game called…Skyrims? Or something like that."
You're kidding? Toris glanced over at the happy singing pole. He's not kidding.
Sighing deeply as he came to a stop at the end of the road Toris decided to suck it up and let his friend dictate the rest of their day as he continued to town.
At least it's beautiful outside today, I guess I don't mind relaxing all day with Poland…but what are we going to do?…Well I guess…
After a short moment of driving, and trying to change the radio only to have Poland freak out then change it back, Toris parked the car in front of a store on the town strip.
"Like, what are you doing?" Poland's shock was apparent by his unnecessary hand movements of surprise. "The mall is totally like another 14 miles from here."
"We don't want to forget about curfew. " Toris got out, and walked around the red car approaching Poland's door. "Remember the school gate automatically locks at a certain hour. If we go to the mall we'll never make it back in time, let's just hang out around here it's closer to the school."
Poland pulled his sunglasses down some, and briefly observed the stores lined up on the strip.
"You brought us downtown! There's nothing down here! Like, sometime you just throw cool points away." Crossing his arms Poland sat in the car, faced forward and pouted.
I don't know what cool points are…I don't even wanna go there. "Come on Poland there's lots of things to do here." Toris opened the door and waited for Poland to get out.
"How about…we walk around and enjoy the scenery?
"The only scenery I want to see is like, designer shoes and clothes totally accompanied by the 50% off Sales signs I love, in a store window, not dirt and leaves." Sinking down further in the chair Poland brought his cell out and began to text.
"How's about this then…" The vibration in his pants cut him off, pulling out his cell he continued.
"I'll treat you to something …like a chocolate-"
Opening the cell he saw it was a text. You suck, love Poland
"…milkshake…"
Toris blankly stared down at the now smiling boy and within seconds he received another text.
You should have said dat sooner! Let's go!
Hopping out of the car and onto the curb Poland smiled, somewhat apologetically, as Toris shut the door and locked the car.
Poland put his cell away and then clamped onto Toris's arm causing him to sigh deeply.
"I hope that was another sigh of happiness." Poland scolded him by waving his finger. "When we get there…wherever we're going, I want a non-fat chocolate milkshake with extra chocolate sprinkles and extra whip cream and two straw, one for me and you, so I only get half the brain freeze!"
"…But, if you drink slowly, you won't get a brain freeze at all…"
"Oh yeah!….well then I'll totally get one straw, but if I feel a brain freeze coming on….I'll hate you for like, ever."
…Oh Poland. Smiling awkwardly, and somewhat frowning, Toris led Poland down the street to a dinner on the strip. The glass door of the dinner automatically slid open as Toris pulled Poland through. Poland gagged at the checkered floor and red walls as they approached the podium for unseated cutomers.
"Like, oh my god."
"Poland, we just got in here." Toris's shoulders dropped but, as a response, Poland playfully swung their entwined arms back and forth to get his spirits up again.
"I was just kidd-"
"Oh! Well aren't you two just the cutest couple that could ever be!" A young tan waitress literally rolled up to the boys, interrupting Poland's apology. "Lemme get you two a table." Her red checkered skirt fluttered as she skated away to clear a table.
"She thinks you're a girl!" Poland snickered still holding onto Toris who nodded in agreement, not really paying attention but instead, waiting for the woman to return.
"Hi there, I'm Lea-Anne your waitress for the day." The girl smiled cheerfully and pointed to herself. "If you two would just follow me to table five, I'll get ya seated right away."
She grabbed two menus from the podium and led them to a table near a window.
"Okay sugar, here we are, one for you sir." Toris took the menu from the girl as he sat in the plastic red seat across from Poland. "…Aaanndd one for the adorable lady. Call me when you're ready sugar." Her huge black curls bounced as she smiled and went back to the podium.
Toris avoid eye contact with Poland on purpose, it was not a pretty sight when the genuinely carefree pole was upset or angered, so instead he focused on the menu.
"…I knew I should have worn a skirt instead a slacks today…but whatever."
Well…that didn't go bad, I thought he would be angr-?
"I like, hate her accent it's so…country…and her curls are like, so last year. Where did you bring us, their food better totally like, make up for the service and stuff?"
I knew it….
"It's like an upscale 60's or 70's diner Poland….The employees have to dress like that…and I guess, talk like that… plus I like the records and pictures hanging on the wall." Peeking over the menu Toris could see Poland was not amused, in fact, he was glaring at a picture of Elvis. "They have great milkshakes, if that makes it better."
"….With extra whip cream, and chocolate sprinkles?" Innocently Poland looked over at Toris who smiled, took the menus, and then signaled for the waitress to come over.
"You ready to order sugar?" She pulled a small note pad out of her black waist apron.
"Yes, we would like one medium non-fat chocolate milkshake, with extra whip cream and chocolate sprinkles."
"Is that all sir?"
"….and a small order of fries please."
"Okay, thanks sugar I'll be back in a jiffy." She took the menus and rolled away.
Smiling Toris watched as she skated to the register.
"Hey, Sugar, what are we doing after this?" Grabbing the attention of Toris back, Poland tapped his fingers on the table waiting for a response.
"Well…I don't know, I thought maybe I'd show you around the strip since you've only been here once."
Poland's deep gasp cut Toris off and signal that the Pole had something to say then and there, so he stopped and waited..
"It totally sucked! I was so bored without you!…I wished you were with me every second I was down here." For a moment Toris was touched, Poland rarely said such things to him but when he did; they made Toris realize Poland really did care about him. He decide, once Poland finished talking, he would say something equal nice about him.
"…I like had no one there to carry my bags, it was so horrible…I could never carry my bags as good as you, I even got a paper cut! And then I had to like, drive myself back to the dorm, ugh last year, I totally promised myself I'd like, never come here again."
"…Excuse me, I'm going to the restroom."
Walking to the restroom Toris sulked as he scolded himself for being naïve. Skating by, the waitress spun in a circle and stopped in front of Toris without dropping the tray she had in her hand.
"That was…amazing."
"Thanks sugar! Rolling rink uptown never lets you down!"
"Um…what?"
"It's an indoor ice skating rink, I learn all my tricks there sugar. You an' your girlfriend oughta come down some time, then I can show you guys some cool tricks."
Blushing somewhat Toris scratched the back of his head embarrassed and unsure how to break the correct gender of Poland to the woman but then again, why should he. Poland crossed dressed and kind of looked like a cute girl, but he was a boy, all dresses put aside, and therefore should be acknowledged as one.
"Well, miss…Lee- an?" Toris's blush spreaded to his ears as he tried to remember the correct syllables to her name.
"Lea-Anne." She smiled, noting the pronunciation slip was okay.
"Poland, over there… is a boy…not a girl."
"….Oh my stars!" Lea-Anne's brown eyes grew wide, giving away the shock and embarrassment she was feeling, as she stared at the boy sitting at the table admiring his nails while texting. "I'm so sorry, you two just look so cute together, and when he came in on your arm…I just assumed you were together…Oh my! I have to apologize, or he'll think I'm rude!"
Lea-Anne's country voice trailed off as she skated away to Poland's table.
Toris, also flustered, and more than slightly blushing, watched for a moment as she shyly put the food down next to Poland who smiled as she covered her face with the tray and started her apology.
Well, Poland's not a jerk…so I guess he'll forgive her, besides anyone could mistake him for a girl, and he knows it...so I know it didn't bother him that much…I hope.
Coming back from the restroom, Toris sat down at the table with a happy pole eating and texting.
"So…are you enjoying your milkshake, I see you've helped yourself to my fries" Those were mine… at least he left a few this time.
Sulking again Toris frowned while looking up at Poland.
"You totally look as sad as that waitress… but hey, I just saved you the trouble of gaining like, 3 pounds or something." Poland took a generous amount of the milkshake on his spoon and stuck it in his mouth.
"What happened to her, I told her you were a boy and then…" Toris began to pick over what was left of the fries.
"Oh, well like, she started to apologized, but then her boss came over and started to yell at her when he found out what happened and I was like, Dude chill out, it was a total accident." Poland huffed up trying to imitate the owner of the dinner. "Then he was like, No, Lee-Anne, this is the second time this week." "And then I was like, come on, she totally didn't mean it, it's okay! But then he insisted I take a free meal outta her paycheck and then I was like, okay, I will totally do that-"
"Wha-" Gagging on some fries Toris doubled over in the chair.
"…Are you like, really choking…cause I can't do that thrusting thing, with the fist…. and stomach …and the other…stuff …" Poland shifted uncomfortable against the plastic chair, then reached over and took this chance to steal more of Toris's fries.
Help! I'm choking Poland!... Anybody! Somebody! God please!
A large powerful hand slammed against his back knocking the greasy fries up and out with sheer force. Toris gasped for air, and from the pain, as he looked up to the person. He squinted through his tear and smiled while he tried to give some kind of a thank you to his savior.
"Thank…you…I…Russia!"
"Lithuania! I knew those sounds of pain and sadness were familiar, how are you?"
"Well, he'd probably be better if your fat hand didn't just totally annihilate his back."
Poland stopped eating and glared over at the Russian who took a seat beside a pale Toris.
"That's no way to talk to your soon to be, new history teacher, now is it da?"
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(Sorry for the update lateness…
* a polish song I like it's called "Perchowy jak polak" by big cyc I thought it was funny because it talks about how unlucky poles are, plus it was either that or justin...bever... something like that... Also, I added OC's, if you couldn't tell. Detective Chatzi, Officer Lorenzo and Lea-Anne. I hope you readers don't mind.)
