Why? Why were my wrists starting to itch? They were itching to be scratched, to be raw, to be cut. I could feel my fingers twitch wanting to feel the cold blade in my grasp. It has been a few days since I've last…
"Like whoa! You look hot!" I snapped my head away from the window when Felix's barged into my dorm room. His dress looked really good on him. It was a pastel pink flapper dress with silver looking straps. Thin silver lining stopped just below his slim hips with the flowing skirt just an inch below his knees. For a moment I thought he was a girl, because it looks like he's wearing a…bra.
"Felixs! Get out!" the right side of Sakura's geta sandal flew to Felixs' head, whom dodged it letting it hit an unaware Toris. "Oh I'm sorry Toris!"
"Ah no I'm okay, here's your wooden sandal Sak-" Toris looked away blushing. The tiny Japanese girl wondered why the Lithuanian was suddenly quiet.
"Sakura, your kimono" I covered Sakura's brightly colored bra with my science book. "A-at least it looks good o-on you. Heh" Horrible joke.
"Hey, Saaakura, you okay sweetie?" Felixs snapped his fingers in front of a mortified Japanese girl. "Like come on, let's go in here and fix your robe!" The blonde polish student tugged her into the bathroom.
There was an awkward silence between us until. "Hey birdie, wassup! The awesome me is here to pick you up!" Yeah, that guy arrived. I looked over at Toris for help. No use, the loud Gilbert was giving him a death glare. "Who is this unawesome guy?"
Already feeling irritated I walked out the door with the loud German tailing me.
-oOo-
He paced back and forth in his room, wondering. Go to the dance or not? He never liked dances or any sort of major school activity. But his crush would be there. Maybe she wouldn't want to have one dance with him. Maybe she preferred that cocky Prussian. He kicked the edge of his bed.
"This is a tough decision."
-oOo-
In the far corner of the courtyard his violet eyes scanned the pink hue room looking pass the crowd for a certain someone. He was getting impatient and now feeling like an idiot for actually coming. He assumed the cocky Prussian(German?) got to the girl. Ready to leave a random curl was sticking out from the crowd caught his attention. It was not the Italian curl or the weird American cowlick, but an obvious stubborn curl bouncing pass other heads. As the crowd parted he gasped.
His eyes trailed from the bottom hem of her purple dress that swept the floor with ease, then up to her arms seeing a black lacey cardigan. Her hair was not in pig tails but down and curled at the ends. She did not look very happy though. This made him frown. Trailing behind her was the Prussian grinning like he won the lottery. There walking through the crowd was Madeline, someone he took interest in rather than harming. He watched her stride through the crowded room dodging the unbeknownst peers.
He waited for his chance.
-oOo-
Madeline waited alone at the overly decorated table. Her 'date' took off moments ago without a reason. She picked at the white lace on the table, ripping them apart carefully.
-oOo-
"Yo! Nazi! What the hell are you fucking doing!" Alfred grabbed the Prussian by the collar shoving him against the wall. The girl the albino was flirting with seconds ago took off quickly.
"Hey, Burger breath, long time no see, I was just talking to that girl about homework!" A smirk spread upon Gilbert's face.
"You're doing this? What are you a man whore? You're taking my sister to the dance!"
"OH so you approve of the awesome me!"
"Hell no!" He forcefully shoved him to the ground. "You better fucking leave or I'll break you in half!"
Not the one giving up on a fight, he shot back up brushing off the imaginary dust. "What wrong in taking a cute girl to the dance?"
Alfred was way passed his boiling point. Finding out that the albino has forced his sister to the dance from the cross dressing guy was not the great to find out. He started cursing then running off from Alice(His date) just to save little sister. Being the hero he was, he was not going to cause Madeline any distress so he waited anxiously for Gilbert.
"Mr. Jones" A familiar elder voice came from behind. "You boys playing nice?"
Releasing his vice grip Alfred did his signature laugh. "Yo Dean man!"
"Hey Dean sir" Gilbert cackled at the failed attempt with the obvious annoyance.
"Both you will not cause any trouble at all. Got it" The man stared at both boys with serious brown eyes. "Well now off and enjoy your dates." The Dean waltzed back into the courtyard where loud music and chatter momentarily engulfed the hall then to a low rumble when the blue door closed.
Gilbert smirked the turned to the steaming American. "Yes, I will very much 'enjoy' Maddie." He dashed back into the courtyard in a victory laugh.
"Nazi! Get back over here!" An idea struck Alfred, like that star shaped popsicle that struck Alice's forehead once. Stopping midstep he swiftly ran down the dark corridor away from the noise.
-oOo-
"Hey birdie! Sorry I took forever, I'm just so busy with my awesomeness!" An arm wrapped around my shoulders.
"Then leave if you're too busy then" I was at the brink of slamming my head against the table.
"Huh, what was that? My awesome ears can't hear your tiny voice!" Now he was yelling, literally into my right ear. I think he spit in there. Glancing over to where the drinks were, I saw Sakura and Yao sending me apologetic looks. I don't blame them for this though. "Hey birdie let's dance!"
"N-no!" He snagged my wrist in a vice grip nearly breaking it and dragged me where others were dancing. A fast cheesy pop song was playing. God it was a headache song.
"Come on, move your ass like this!" He grabbed way to close to my butt and tried to grind me against him. I squealed and slapped him hard. Something I've wanted to do all night!
Looking up at the Albino's face I saw anger. Taking cautious steps backwards I watched him slowly stalk towards me with a stare if he were ready to beat me. For a moment I was scared as he tightly gripped my upper arms, then I was saved by a loud familiar laugh. Alfred slapped the back of his head and held up a… yellow plushy bird?
"Hey, Look what I found!" He tossed the bird plushy up and down. Gilbert's attention was on my brother but did not release my arms. The tension between the two was chilling. Gilbert had a very pissed off look and as for Alfred he was dead serious.
"You idiot American!" Gilbert shoved me to the ground leaving me behind. Funny, no one noticed the small dilemma happening seconds ago. I wonder if anyone would actually notice if he went on and hit me across the face in the middle of dance floor.
A hand was held out before me. Tracing the limb to the owner I gasped. "I-Ivan?"
"Da, are you okay?" Accepting his hand he easily helped me up.
"Y-yes" My face felt warmer by the second once I realized I was being held close to his chest…