Tutor
A/N: To Purestrongpoem, I think those are fan names? And to EVERYONE who reads this, I'm so sorry for the long wait!
Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia.
Chapter 14
The slightly busy restaurant that Tino chose as their dinner place was very cozy. Elizabeta and Eduard were already there, along with Norway and Denmark. After explaining the situation, Eduard immediately struck up "conversation" with Norway (because Norway's just that talkative), and Elizabeta threw an arm around Denmark like they were best friends.
For some reason, Iceland was squeezed in next to Norway too. Norway was leaning his head against his younger brother's whilst simultaneously hugging him from the side.
Denmark got up, muttering something about a drink, and then Tino arrived with a hesitant Berwald following him.
Elizabeta shot Eduard a look, and the Estonian quickly pressed a key on his ever-present laptop. The ceiling of the restaurant opened up over the Finn and the Swede, and a piece of mistletoe descended.
"Hey guys!" Tino said, cheerfully making his way to their table, oblivious to the fact that the piece of mistletoe above him was following him. Berwald glanced up as he saw a flicker of movement and paled at the sight before backing away quickly and glaring at Eduard, who responded with a cheeky grin.
"Hi Tino!" said Elizabeta, raising a hand. "What's up?"
"Nothing much."
"Are you sure?" grinned Elizabeta, wickedly pointing at the ceiling. Tino confusedly looked up; it took a few moments for the plant above his head to register in his mind.
"Very funny," the Finn said sarcastically. "It's not like anyone's next to me. I don't need to kiss anyone."
"Uh, what about —" Elizabeta cut off her sentence when she saw that Berwald had sneaked around the mistletoe and sat down next to Eduard. She shot him a glare for ruining her hard work, and he responded with his usual expression, which just coincidentally also happened to be a glare.
"What about what?" prompted Tino, raising an eyebrow. He was about to sit down, but then Denmark came bounding back with a glass of soda.
"Hey guys!" he said, punching Tino's arm lightly and nodding at Berwald. "What's up?"
The table froze. Tino turned red and then white when he realized that he was now standing accompanied beneath the mistletoe. He furiously tried to send evil pulses at the Hungarian woman who simply snorted at his failed attempts to frighten her.
Norway dully broke the silence. "You probably don't want to know."
"Huh?"
"Let's just — sit down, shall we?" said Tino jerkily, attempting to retain a calm demeanor. However, Elizabeta jumped up with her smirk back in place. Berwald was panicking and panicking and basically freaking out inside when he saw the Dane and Tino under the mistletoe.
"Oh, I don't think so, Tino," she said, eyes filled with mirth as Tino nearly exploded. "Denmark, look above your head."
The Dane looked. "It's a plant. What's it doing up there?"
There was a momentary silence. And then, the loud sound of several palms slapping several faces resounded at their table.
"It's mistletoe," said an exasperated Iceland. "You're supposed to kiss whoever's under it with you."
"Oh. So... I'm supposed to kiss Tino?" said Denmark, a bit confused at the strange tradition. He shrugged anyways. "Sure."
"Wait, what?" was all Tino managed to say before the Dane lightly pressed his lips to the Finn's. Tino turned a bright red color at this, while Denmark only grinned as he pulled away.
"That was fun," said Denmark as he tumbled back down next to Elizabeta.
In the meantime, a varying number of reactions came from the people at the table.
Norway seemed impervious to it and simply turned away from the scene to his heavily blushing brother. Eduard had pushed another key on his laptop and the mistletoe retracted, and he remained sitting calculating all the possible ways to make his and Elizabeta's plan continue to run smoothly after this little problem. Elizabeta was unconscious, red-faced, and, for some reason, bleeding heavily from her nose; plus, for some reason, she was clutching a camera to her chest as though it was a precious artifact. Berwald's fists were clenched tightly under the table as he tried to kill Denmark just by thinking about the Dane's death.
Tino finally sat down next to Eduard, thoroughly ignoring Berwald.
"Shall we order?" suggested Norway. A few subdued nods answered him.
Their dishes had arrived and they were all eating when Elizabeta gave the signal (a heavy kick to the right leg) to Eduard to start phase two of their plan. He let out a yelp, earning strange looks from most of the table, before everyone returned to their conversations.
"Er... Um..." Eduard attempted to raise his voice, but he was nervous, for goodness' sake! If Tino ever found out about his and Elizabeta's plotting, they would both be so dead that they wouldn't even be classified as dead any more. A second hefty kick from Elizabeta, though, had him talking. "I've got to go, everyone!" he squeaked. "Er, yeah, I've got stuff... to do... yeah... um... Bye!"
The Estonian awkwardly stood up to leave; Tino moved as well to allow him to leave.
"Um, okay then, Eduard," said Tino, slightly bemused. "Have a nice day?"
"Thanks, really!" said Eduard, panicking slightly as he took his plate. "Merry Christmas, everyone!" He scurried away, opening his laptop as he went. An video button appeared on the screen and he clicked it, causing one of the security cameras in the restaurant to turn towards the table he had just left. Guiltily leaving the restaurant, he began to watch the screen.
Tino was now left on his side of the table with a space in between him and Berwald. Tino seemed to be completely unaware that Berwald was even there, chatting animatedly with Denmark and Elizabeta, who had woken up some time ago. Norway and Iceland were bickering again, leaving Berwald to himself.
The Swede mentally sighed. He knew that Tino was still angry at him, but he was feeling rather bored at the table when no one interacted with him.
Denmark, Norway, and Iceland got up to return their plates, as they had finished their meals. Tino followed them after a few moments, leaving Berwald and Elizabeta at the table. The Swede felt vaguely unsettled for some reason as her eyes turned to him.
"Berwald. Make your move on Tino. Now."
Back at his dorm room, Eduard, who also had audio, slapped his forehead at Elizabeta's straightforward advice. "Really?" he said. "Really?"
Berwald felt heat rise to his cheeks at her words and he didn't respond.
Elizabeta let out a heavy sigh. "Come on, everyone knows you like him. I mean, you were so mad when Denmark kissed him, and just because you pissed him off a little doesn't mean he hates you. He's just a little stubborn, that's all. And I'm pretty sure he likes you too."
At this, Berwald shot her a glance. "Hm?"
Elizabeta laughed. "Oh, now you're interested? Well, whatever. I'm done with my advice. Because I enjoy drama and I want to make your lives as miserable as possible."
Berwald turned away from her again, slightly put out by her words.
"Then again, the sooner you get together, the sooner I can enjoy watching you two," the Hungarian woman said thoughtfully. Berwald's eyebrows shot up and he glared at her.
"How so?" mumbled Berwald.
"You know, sexy times and stuff," Elizabeta said casually, waving a hand. Berwald abruptly stood up with his plate and left. The Hungarian watched him leave and shrugged. Was it something I said?
...
Of course not.
It seemed that Berwald at least tried to do something when everyone had returned to the table. Berwald had slowly seated himself next to Tino. The Finn paid no attention whatsoever to this and continued to talk with Denmark.
Elizabeta continued to shoot the Swede covert looks, attempting to look inconspicuous, which, of course, only made her even more obvious. Norway turned to her and bluntly asked her if she was having a seizure when one of her looks at Berwald involved rapid twitching in her seat. She had kindly answered in the negative.
Finally, when it was time to leave, Elizabeta initiated the rest of their plan in several bursts of action.
She stuck her foot out and tripped Berwald, intending for him to fall on Tino to result in awkward goodness. Unfortunately, her aim was extremely poor, and the poor Swede simply tumbled to the ground at Tino's feet. The Finn didn't even blink and simply stepped around the strange object on the floor.
Quickly, Elizabeta called a waiter, who brought the cake that she had previously prepared to Tino. It was decorated like the Swedish flag and shaped like a heart. Tino glanced at it, took it with a smile, and proceeded to smash it into Elizabeta's face.
After she had eaten the cake off of her face (how was that even possible?), Elizabeta tsked at her failed plan and pulled Berwald up from his dejected position on the floor, before proceeding to douse him in water at the exit of the restaurant with a bucket that she had hung up on the ceiling earlier. Obviously, Berwald would either take his shirt off and show off his awesome body and Tino would blush and hurriedly offer his coat to the soaked Swede.
Really, all that happened was that Berwald was now wet and miserable as they walked outside in the chilly Christmas evening.
Damn, Tino's almost meaner than me! panicked the Hungarian as she watched him coldly ignore all of Berwald's plights. Finally, Elizabeta desperately resorted to her last-ditch effort.
"Hey, snowball fight, guys!" she cheered once they reached a decent patch of snow-covered campus. Tino cheered and everyone immediately consented.
"Okay, teams. How about Tino and B—" Elizabeta was suddenly blasted in the face with a snowball, with Tino dragging away Denmark to form a team, since Norway and Iceland had already partnered up. The Hungarian blew the snow off her face and sighed turning to Berwald.
"Why am I stuck with you again?" she asked. He shrugged and simply began to construct a wall of snow.
It was clear after about ten minutes that no one really stood a chance against Tino. They could all have ganged up on him and he still would have won. Norway was mildly impressed as his brother was knocked unconscious by one hefty snowball that resembled a bowling ball. Denmark was cheering on Tino as the little Finn darted to and fro, ducking snowballs aimed at him and retaliating tenfold.
Berwald heard a deep rumbling from behind him, and he quickly turned around. A veritable avalanche of snow was falling towards them, as Tino had somehow managed to create the wave of snow without anyone noticing. Elizabeta shrieked and Berwald quickly covered her as the snow descended upon the duo.
Denmark grinned and laughed along with Tino as two more people vanished from view under the snow. Tino turned to the only remaining opponent, Norway, and blinked. The Norwegian had constructed a bed of snow for himself and was sleeping soundly with white flag constructed out of snow attached to one of the bedposts.
"I win!" cheered Tino, moving to help dig out Elizabeta.
When the snow was cleared from on top of the Swede and Hungarian, though, Tino felt slightly annoyed. Berwald was practically on top of Elizabeta and had taken the brunt of the force of the mini-avalanche.
"Hey Tino!" called Elizabeta once Berwald had rolled off of her. "That avalanche really hurt, you know."
"Tch, you deserved it," Tino huffed, before he turned away and marched away towards his dorm.
Elizabeta blinked slightly and then realized with a grin that Tino was jealous. "Berwald, did you see that?" she squealed, shaking the Swede. "He wanted to be under you instead of me!"
Denmark had chosen this moment to walk over and simply laughed. "Wow, Eliza, you're more perverted than me!" he said happily as he went and picked up a sleeping Norway and an unconscious Iceland. "I'll see you guys sometime later then, I guess."
"Bye!" said Elizabeta, getting up. Berwald slowly stood as well, dusting the snow off of his pants and shivering slightly, as his wet shirt had basically frozen.
"Well, you should probably get back and take a hot shower or something," said Elizabeta, slightly worried. "Sorry for drenching you earlier."
Berwald nodded and turned to follow the path that Tino took.
"You should invite Tino into the shower too!" said the Hungarian woman suddenly.
And with that comment, Berwald felt himself nearly burn up as heat rushed to his face.
Elizabeta merely grinned wickedly.