To all my wonderful readers: Apologies for not posting very often. I'm in college now, and school really is a killer when you're a science major. Not to mention having a job...
No more excuses though! I've regained my inspiration and now I have a better handle on my schedule (at least for now) so I'm expecting to update more often!
Also, I'm planning on attempting a massive rewrite of more or less everything I've posted so far because I reread some of my old stories and I wanted to throw up so badly-
So thank you again for your support and I will be attempting to unshame my writing haha
A/N: So I did some research and I couldn't find any continuity or agreement as to what Fem!Germany's human name is so I went with the nicest one I could find: Luise!
~(Luise's P.O.V.)~
Difficult people always seemed to find their way to me no matter where or how far I go. I don't know why, I don't know how, and I thought this one would be like any other that I've had to deal with in my lifetime but apparently I must've killed someone of inconceivable importance in a past life to be stuck here. Two weeks living with the Russian man known as Vilkas Krew and I still don't have the slightest inkling as to how he and his "kalabash" family can function in a normal society without being committed to some form of institution, let alone still be alive after half the things I've been forced to witness them do. "God, if you can hear me, I'll take any other punishment you have for me if you get me the hell out of here."
"Aw don't be like that Luise~ sweety~ belle femme~"
"MAL! KEEP YOUR HANDS TO YOURSELF!"
"Or just shoot me now and let me start over." My name is Luise Beilschmidt, and I am the live-in nanny for Herr Vilkas Krew.
"Dammit Val. Can't I leave you and Roderich alone for five minutes without you two bitching and whining?"
"Cal, if you really are my friend you'd know the answer to this."
Vilkas and Caligo continued to glare at each other while the others scooted as far away as they possibly could from the two without knocking someone out of the booth seat. Unfortunately, I was on one of those ends. I couldn't have cared less about the redhead across from me trying to pull Japan and YenKin into his lap in a disturbing effort to save space... Although I can't say that I didn't feel bad for them.
"Gilbert, aren't you supposed to be the one groping people?! "People" referring specifically to Mal?!"
Bruder just laughed from behind his beer mug and drank it down. "We work as a team you know~"
"THAT'S TERRIFYING!"
I noticed Lin pinching the bridge of her nose beside me and suddenly Mal's face went flying into the table with a pained...squeal sounding noise.
"Thank god Artie could babysit tonight. You all would be teaching little Feli and Ivan some really bad language with your potty mouths..!"
"Mavi, shut up. All of you, shut up. Mal and Gilbert better stop touching Yen and Kiku and Cal, just make up kiss with Vilkas and sit with Roderich so this isn't Cheeseburger Factory all over again."
"Actually I'm pretty sure the expression is kiss and make up-"
"I don't care!"
A man - presumably the manager - loomed over our table and cleared his throat loudly, glaring down at us. I almost thought that would be enough to get these psychopaths to settle down, but like I said before. I must've done something excessively horrible to have been stuck with a group like this because more than half of them sent the poor man running for the hills when they glared back!
"Just ignore them, Luise," Austria droned uncaringly as he sipped his beer. I guess I didn't mask my irritation very well but who could in company like this? They certainly didn't hide it from each other.
"Hey little master, your frau is over there fighting for your dignity as a man. The least you could do is pretend to pay attention."
"Gilbert, I just got off of a nine hour shift. I swear to god if you so much as touch me tonight..."
"Oh? You're letting me onto second base already? I thought I'd at least buy you a drink first~ Kesesese!"
I groaned loud enough to be heard over the music and arguing when even the great, refined Austria leaned forward in his seat to start arguing with mein bruder.
"That's it!" I slammed my fist down on the table, effectively shaking the dishes scattered about and drawing the attention of a few patrons from surrounding tables, though I had a feeling they were already clued into all the arguing. "I guess we're lucky that the manager has no spine or he would've kicked us out ages ago. However, I'm not going to tolerate this anymore. No one here can seem to get along with each other if their lives depended on it so from now on, if all of you are going to be together you can count me out. My job is to take care of Ivan when Herr Krew is busy, not put up with all of your childish behavior!"
The entire table was silent for the first time since the evening began and a few of the less disgruntled people leaned back in their seats.
"Alright, we can go then," Vilkas said, climbing out from his spot with his usual cool demeanor. He threw down a couple of twenties for our portion of the bill and waved the others off over his shoulder before walking out.
"Val's right. Besides, it's late and I've got to open the library tomorrow morning."
Many of the others followed suit, YenKin and Japan staying behind to make sure that the waiters took the check and their rather generous tip for putting up with everything this evening. I'm more than relieved that they had the sense to end the evening before things got disastrous but there was this nagging feeling that I had just set something reprehensible into motion...
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(Prussia and Japan)
"So run me through this again? You're leaving me all alone here while you're off in France with your little buddy there?"
"Oui, pretty much~"
"This has to be the most anti-awesome thing you've done yet! It's just spiteful!"
Even all of Prussia's whining and groaning didn't stop Mal from continuing to pack for the trip the next morning. Hell, he didn't even know when they'd planned the damn thing but apparently it would just be the two of them.
"You can have Francis over if you'd like to have company, Gil. As long as we know them and the house doesn't explode you can have friends over the whole time I'm gone!"
The albino stopped and gave the idea some time to sink in... "Well I guess when you put it that way it's not so bad," he mumbled, pretending to have settled down a little and feigning the barest suggestion of hurt at the idea. Inside he just couldn't wait for him to go, although he still wanted Mal to come back eventually.
"Don't worry, Mon Ami. I'll bring back something nice for you too~ !"
So with the promise of a few bottles of fancy wine, Prussia gladly drove YenKin, Japan and Mal to the airport.
"If you need something go ahead and call okay Kiku? Pepe's dad has a house up there so someone will pick up if we're not there."
Japan wasn't going with them?
"Please have a good time at the art gallery, Yen-san..."
"Of course we will!"
They were gone faster than he could say good bye, both boys looking excited even as they left them behind. One night they're on each other's nerves and the next they're taking a trip to France together? Even this made no sense to Prussia and it was one of those things that he just couldn't seem to ignore…
"So what exactly are they going to France for...?"
"An old classmate is having a gallery opening and invited Mal-san who was allowed to bring a guest. A friend of his who works for the airline got them a good deal on plane tickets."
"But why YenKin...?" He was suddenly feeling actually hurt - just a little - that Mal wanted to take someone other than him to a nice place. He was practically fluent in French too, thanks to France himself. They'd both be floundering about the place if they got lost and his dad wasn't around to fish them out of trouble! Nothing could stop the Prussian from being a pouting mess for the next few days of what should've been his week of debauchery...
(Austria)
Something was amiss, he realized, the very moment he stepped into the apartment and found the living room a complete mess. Two very distinct voices in the middle of a barely hushed argument made his head spin when he put it together with the mess he was looking at. "Frau, is that you back there?" If it wasn't then he might be in a bit of trouble right about now...
"Yeah. I'm changing my clothes right now so don't come in back for a bit, okay? For the last time, I don't want to wear the red one...!"
"But it's sexy..."
"I don't give a shit about who thinks I look sexy or not."
Austria frowned as he shut the door behind him and locked it, more than ready to unburden himself of the groceries he'd picked up. "And who has been allowed in that bedroom if not me?" It wouldn't be until sometime later that he thought better of that sentence. More hushed arguing could be heard and eventually he just couldn't help himself. Roderich made his way to the lone bedroom of their apartment and, way of what he might find inside, slowly opened the slightly cracked bedroom door.
"God's sake Roderich!" A mostly nude Caligo practically screamed at said Austrian. "I told you not to come in here!"
He was more preoccupied with trying to figure out if he should shut the door and let her get dressed or demand an explanation as to why Vilkas of all people was sitting on the edge of her bed watching her walk around in her underwear. He opted for turning his back, a hand on his forehead and glaring at a portion of the wall that had a mental image of Vilkas' face on it. "I demand you explain yourself at once!"
"I'm trying to get dressed dammit! I thought telling you to not come in here would be warning enough!"
"Frau…" He tried to keep his voice as even as possible. "My concern is the reason Herr Krew has for being in here while you're changing."
"It's not anything I haven't seen before Roderich."
The Austrian was just about to turn around and give this man a piece of his mind for once when something caught his attention. He had no idea what Vilkas' intention behind the statement was. There was nothing condescending about his tone for once, no underlying attempt to insult his intelligence or to prod at the fact that the Russian man had a better established and, at one point, intimate relationship with his flat mate. If anything, he sounded bored and a little more than impatient. He couldn't actually believe that he had to stop and consider the possibility that all he had done – this time – was state an outright fact.
"Cal, seriously. Don't wear the black one. It makes you look like a vampire queen."
"I'm trying to send a message. Y'know, like 'I bite more than this party does'?" The tension in the air was palpable and so was the smug satisfaction in Caligo's voice. "Not so fun when you're the one taking shit from an asshole, ey Vil~? Anyway, I'm not wearing that red one."
"Well pick something, please. Before we're late," he grumbled.
Austria turned around just in time to see her throw an open backed red gown in Vilkas's face and disappear into the closet again. Clothes that even he'd never seen in there before began to fly out onto the bed and the occupant in the line of fire until a deep emerald green gown was launched to the ground. Caligo stumbled out of the closet after it and carefully examined it. It was a halter top with a black lace corset belt around the midsection and long slits running up the sides, presumably to about the lower thigh region that most likely allowed for better mobility.
"Well would you look at that. I haven't seen this thing since Junior prom!"
Vilkas made a sound and nodded in agreement, seemingly eyeing the dress now draped over the woman's front with an obvious thoughtfulness. "Why not that one? I still like it."
The two shared a fond smile when Austria noted a hint of mischief in Caligo's eyes as she perched a hand on her hip and gave her date a cheeky look. "My thoughts exactly~ Now help me into this thing. Swear to god, it was a pain in the ass to get this thing on the first time around…"
"Actually, are you sure it'll still fit? You've grown quite a bit since grade school."
"Vilkas!"
"I was not implying that you're fatter now!"
"Stop talking! Dammit, I can't wear this bra with it…"
He quickly vacated the room the second Vilkas mentioned changing it and slammed the door shut behind him. He retreated to the kitchen (which was as far away as he could get from the bedroom without actually leaving the apartment) until they finally made it out to the living room themselves. The two looked ready to attend a very high class party and he just couldn't help his curiosity. "If I may ask, what would be the occasion for dressing up tonight?"
"I've got a party I need to at least show my face at to keep good standing with one of my "friends"…" The taller male didn't even look slightly displeased as Caligo fixed his steel blue tie and somehow he got the impression that they used to do things like this all the time…
Austria didn't like it.
"Don't wait up for me tonight, okay? These things usually tend to drag on with all those snobby windbags that show up…" She muttered irritably. Brushing the last of the creases out of his suit lapels, Caligo glanced back at Austria. "No offense, Roderich."
He really didn't like that. In fact, he was even a little offended that she would lump him in with the rest of the "upper class" after everything that they'd been through. He was sure he had more civility than that, despite his superior social status. Before he could get anything more from her though, they were already out the door with a string of rushed good byes. Austria sighed and headed for the fridge. "I have the entire house to myself so…" What could he really do? "Would it be too much to ask that she have a piano in here…?!"
(England)
It was time for tea in the Kollane household according to the large grandfather clock that chimed loudly in the lounge. England had the dining room table set for two and the set to low kettle on the stove. He'd even gone out with America that morning to a local bakery and picked up some scones and local specialties, or so the Philippino woman in the shop claimed. Over the course of time he'd lived at the house, he'd tried to build up some semblance of a routine but Lin turned out to be a woman with a surprisingly erratic schedule. As it turned out, today was no exception just as he concluded it might be. "I made tea for us," he mentioned almost casually as the Thai woman searched the kitchen for her keys.
"Sorry Arthur, but I'm going to the spa with Mavi today. You should have told me earlier."
"I always have tea at this time though…" England spoke softly as he began taking away the second place setting.
Lin paused for a moment, frowning until she noticed her car keys hidden just under today's newspaper on the kitchen table. She could only assume England had thrown it there on top of them by accident in his poor mood…
The blonde was used to her leaving without another word when they had little almost-arguments like these but he had been honestly hoping that she would stay just this once… "She's a respectable woman though. If she has prior commitments, she doesn't simply brush them off." He knew he was just trying to justify her leaving so suddenly all the time and she was right, he'd never properly asked her to join him. He'd always opted for simply letting the option be there and she could take it or leave it as she pleased. 'She leaves it more often than not,' he thought somewhat bitterly before taking his usual spot at the table. Besides, how could he have thought that hiding her car keys would do anything but delay her slightly? "Maybe next time I need to try harder…"
A/N: This isn't the end of it, trust me. You just can't avoid the drama of life sometimes so get ready for at least two more parts!