Chapter 10 – The Third Blackmail (and JoKer):
(Alfred's POV)
The Halloween Party had just begun when I walked in. Which was strange since I'm usually entering parties late. Or meetings, assemblies, classes. Basically, anywhere there's, or going to be, a gathering of people. I shrugged it off, and looked around at the people that had appeared before I did. Emma was climbing down a ladder, which Jeanne-Marie were holding. Toris was by the punch, Feliks and Natalya seemed to be counting glasses. And that girl with the big breasts that kept bouncing and making noises… Chernenko! She was by the speakers. They were all people from the Party Commission, except… I looked around, there were Lars and Noah, Emma's brothers, Michelle was speaking to Lily and her brother, whom I don't know the name of, Roderich (huh, I didn't know that Roderich was into these kind of things) was speaking to an excited Feli, but I couldn't see Artie anywhere. That was strange and depressing. Strange, because he was the leader of the Party Commission. And depressing, because I was in love with him. That's right. This All-American jock, with a stellar grade in Math, not so stellar grades in Chemistry and Science, but still awesome, the star of the Football, Baseball, Basketball, Soccer and Lacrosse (plus some other sports I won't mention), shining white teeth, whom can quote Marvel and DC like you wouldn't believe it, is in love with the stuffy, but adorable British leader of the Party Commission, the Prom Committee (and other not so important committees), member of the creepy Magic Club and the equally creepy Manga Appreciation Club (but how he manages to be in two places at once puzzles me) with incredibly good grades in everything (except Math, he barely manages to scrape a C, I peek at his report cards), surprisingly good at Soccer, god-like legs, the two most loveable fuzzy eyebrows ever, gorgeous green eyes (that could either shoot dazzling beams or mesmerizing, yet poisonous stares you couldn't look away from), and a mouth that would either smile or smirk, and sprout out words in the most sexiest accent that exists in this universe. But he wasn't interested in me. Go figure. It was obvious that the sexiest and most perfect man in the whole universe was of course way out of my reach. Even if I'd discovered a week ago, that he was gay, he was still out of my league. But, just seeing him now and then, really brightens my day.
To distract myself, I looked around at the decorations. That didn't help. The pentagrams reminded me of the Magic Club's logo. And the rest of the decorations were too close to one of the pentagrams for me not to think about the Magic Club that Arthur was a member of. The lights were of the candle light kind, that reminded me of the time that a storm had hit New York and a power cut had ensued during lunch, and brilliant Arthur had put candles on every table while we waited for the school's power generator to start. Okay, maybe the food will help. The food always help. It was pumpkin pie, like it always is on Halloween (duh!), but also eyeballs made from marshmallows in the punch and… was that scones? I looked a little closer. Yes, they were scones. I recognized them from all the times I had watch…, observed Arthur at his tea-time. They weren't the usual scones I'd seen. These were shaped in all sorts of things, bats, pumpkins with faces, H for Halloween or HOTA, g-g-ghosts, witches, and so on. Pretty genius, but the scones also made me think about Artie.
After a while, more and more people came. There was Antonio in a Spanish police uniform, he walked over to where Emma was dressed as a witch. Soon after Lars and Noah showed up again from wherever they'd gone to get changed, both dressed up in matching Viking outfits (they had lost a bet with Gilbert), and when they moved towards Emma, Antonio walked to the other side of the room. Francis also showed up in, surprisingly enough, a costume that didn't show off too much skin. Gilbert after him, in a costume from one of Shakespeare's plays (we'd been told that we would get extra points in English and Drama if we wore them, but I, the Hero, didn't want to wear something that stuffy and old), looking wildly around before he, what's the word, deflated. Francis went up to Gilbert and spoke with him. One after the another came, but not the one I wanted to see.
Soon, the party was really pumping. And nothing scared me at all! Not even when Irina Vlad came sailing in, dressed in; a red dress with lots of laces crisscrossing in front of it, a pentagram necklace hanging from her neck, a thingy round her forehead, a dark violet cloak fastened with a jewel of some kind, the hat she always wears, and b-b-blood dripping from her fang. But I wasn't scared at all! After Irina came Ivan Braginsky, dressed in a blue embroidered robe, with blood spattered on it, and his ever-present scarf. Since every hero needs a super-villain, I'd chosen him as mine. We glared at each other as he walked on to his older sister (Chernenko, the one with the bouncing boobs). Shortly after he came towards her, she took out her cell phone, and I was approached by a hopping Feliks in a dress (typical him, this one had even more ruffles than the one he wore last year) and he started to talk to me.
- Like, wow! Totally cool costume you got! And it like totally fits you, you look great as a Sheriff.
I grinned. I was going to go dressed as Captain America, but my little brother spilled strawberry milkshake on it, so I took my cowboy Sheriff outfit instead.
While we were talking, the speakers nearest us sprouted out the words "It's of a bold young smuggler / From Fortune he did sail…", and Feliks spun me around.
I then faced the entrance where Arthur walked in. All other thoughts disappeared. There he was, with a white shirt, where the three top buttons were open to reveal his chest, the necklace hanging around his throat drawing attention to said chest, strapped around his waist was a belt containing a rather lifelike sword, which brought attention to those tight-fitting black pants that showed that his legs weren't just slim but also full of muscles, looking down those legs I saw two long brown boots that would've looked ridiculous with and on anyone else, but with that costume and on Arthur, it worked, really good, he was wearing a not-too-big red jacket with gold embroidered on the edges, and golden pillow-like things on the shoulders, and on top of his head was a three-pointed hat with a lush white feather jutting out of it. The costume made him look, in a way I'd never thought possible, even more sexier. When my eyes were going to roam over him again, they met his.
I gulped, he was so hot! Then he smirked, and it went straight to my lower regions. He slowly walked towards me, and I stood rooted to the floor. But I didn't feel any dread; a Pirate Captain looking as good as he did was one I wanted to be ravaged by. Before I could hit myself for thinking thoughts like that, he'd come up to me.
- Well, well. If it isn't Sherriff Jones. Those last two words were purred in a way I'd never heard him do, not even on his most Punk. And trust me, he can be very seductive when he is that. Anyway, he then proceeded to grab my jaw, and lean in closer. Are you going to arrest this Pirate?
- I-I-I might. I hated how my voice stuttered. Have you done anything illegal?
- Nay, no yet. There was something new in his voice, before there had been a sort of reckless-ness, and that London accent that was still so English after all these years of him living here in the US, but now it was more filled with authority. He leaned in even closer while, with a gentleness that didn't seem to match the rest of him, pushing me backwards. He kept on pushing me backwards 'till I met the wall.
- You asked earlier if I had done anything illegal, and I replied 'not yet'. Well, I haven't done anything that's illegal, but you have, poppet. At my questioning look, he leaned in closer to my left ear. You stole my heart, poppet. Retracting (yes, I know the word, shocking) from his positon by my ear, but still standing, oh so close, he looked me straight in the eyes, with a look that resembled more the Arthur Kirkland I knew, than the Arthur Kirkland he'd been the past couple, minutes, hours? I wasn't sure, but anyways, he looked me straight in the eyes, with a sincerity I firmly believed in, and said, It's true. I love you.
I didn't know what to say. I just stood there. Staring at him. After a while, the smile he'd worn, faded a little. Then he stepped back, bit his lip, and dived in to… kiss me!
- I've fancied you for a long time, and I do love you. He repeated.
- I love you too. I finally managed to say what I'd wanted to say for so long.
(Elizaveta's POV)
- I love you too. Alfred finally said. Artie…
And that was my cue to prevent their relationship from ending before it could begin. Quickly I strolled over there, looking as oblivious as I could, considering that I'd been taking pictures of them ever since Arthur started to walk towards Alfred.
- Oh, how cute! You call him Artie, just like his mom and brothers do. I said, hoping that the oblivious American would take a hint. Which he fortunately did.
- So, Iggy. Do you want to go grab a bite tomorrow?
As an answer, "Iggy" pulled Alfred to him, kissing the living daylights out of him. And providing me with plenty of photograph opportunities. Satisfied with a job well done, I walked over to a little secluded spot and kept taking pictures.
(Francis' POV)
When I saw Sourcils walk in, I almost had a heart attack. I mean, I knew he was a punk, and those pants were tight enough to justify that. But, the rest of the outfit! Surely, he was too English for such an outfit! Elizaveta came behind him, and like Gilbert, she wore one of those costumes that gave extra points in English and Drama. She was grinning like a fool, and holding a camera.
Now I understood why Arthur had been wearing the outfit he wore, and what Liz was doing with her camera. She was matchmaking Alfred and Arthur!
I noticed something else too. Every time a new song was played, she smiled. If I was not mistaken, with pride.
And the most important thing, Gilbert couldn't take his eyes of her.
Author's notes:
I'd to put in a scene where someone, in this case Elizaveta, stops Alfred from calling Arthur for "Artie". To me, that's what someone related to him would call him.
On a different note, I'll try to post a new chapter every month.
By the way, Happy Valentine's Day!
Alfred F. Jones = USA
Emma Vanderbilt = Belgium
Jeanne-Marie Bonnefoy = Monaco
Toris Laurinaitis = Lithuania
Feliks = Poland
Natalya Arlovskaya = Belarus
Chernenko Arlovskaya Braginsky = Ukraine
Lars Vanderbilt = Netherlands
Noah Vanderbilt = Luxembourg
Michelle = Seychelles
Lily Zwingli = Liechtenstein
Basch Zwingli = Switzerland
Roderich Edelstein = Austria
Feliciano Vargas = North Italy
Arthur Ignatius Kirkland = England
Antonio Fernandez Carriedo = Spain
Gilbert Beilschmidt = Prussia
Francis Bonnefoy = France
Irina Vlad = Romania
Ivan Braginsky = Russia
Elizaveta E. B. Héderváry = Hungary
I don't own Hetalia. There would've been a whole episode dedicated to characters kissing each other if I did.
I'm aware that the label of this chapter, and the name are different, but that was just because I couldn't remember the name I'd originally given this chapter when I first uploaded it.
From now on, I'll just label them as Chapter (number of the chapter). At least for this story.
I'll also downsize the list of characters that appear, I'll only write down new ones.
Last, but not least, I hope you enjoy!