Disclaimer: All characters belong to Hidekaz Himaruya!
A/N: So I get a message from my American Dream saying that her cosplayer friends wanted to create a movie based on this story. Good luck to them if they're pulling off the smexy SvePru scenes xD
EDIT: Maybe not smex scenes, because I'll be removing those from this fanfic or toning them down to make them more suggestive than sexy. Sorry guys :/
Berwald drove his car along down the road silently as Gilbert sat there besides him with a big grin on his face.
No, let me rephrase that.
Berwald drove his car along down the road silently as Maria sat there besides him with a big grin on her face.
Gilbert Beilschmidt is, right now, a transvestite known as Maria Weilschmidt.
"Soo… we're investigating your wife's past?" He asked. His hands played with the hem of his short skirt. Berwald's sneaky eyes noticed that the other man even shaved his legs, although the cross-dresser will still be seen as a slightly-muscled woman.
"Ja…" Berwald sighed just as the car left the city.
"What did ya find out so far?" Gilbert asked again.
"Well…" the Swede started, not once taking his eyes off the road, "Tino was 'n a care home h's whole life, but h' and some other kids got abused there."
"Oh… I'm sorry…" Gilbert grumbled, "so why are ya going there when you could just ask him?"
"Tino 's out all day. Plus h' refuses to speak about h's past. As far as I know, h's happiest memories are with me," Berwald said softly.
"You're a good husband," Gilbert frowned. "Nobody would stick with a wife that rapes you for long."
"Ya don't get it unless y' know Tino personally. He's different wh'n he hurts me an' looks at me as if I'm someone else…"
"The care home! It's something to do with the people there, right? Could it be trauma and stuff like that?" the German bit his lip, "kids are easily messed up for life once they get assaulted in such—"
Berwald suddenly swerved the car and it's tyres screeched loudly and parked it at the side of the empty road and he glared at Gilbert, who was startled at the sudden movement. "Just drop it. Get out."
"Hey! I'm sorry if I offended you! It has to be true though, right? Kids are easily influenced! Trust me, I was the one who raised my little brother and even with my influence he behaves as if he's got a stick up his arse!" the cross-dresser ranted.
"How will ya help me with someone I've known fer years?" Berwald asked calmly. "Tino's m' wife. Not yours."
"Well, Ivan's my boss and he told ya to research Tino's past. Why would he, anyway?" Gilbert said loudly.
His Swedish companion looked at him, sucking in a breath as he thought over the question. "He… prescribed medication for Tino 'n exchange for me sleeping with ya…" he started. Gilbert just nodded. He seems to know about his "appointments" with Berwald coming up. "But… he doesn't need medication… h' needs someone t' understand him without him havin' ter explain anything at all…"
"But could he be trying to show you?" Gilbert asked, tilting his head. "Like… his attacks on you at night… maybe he wasn't the attacker in his past but he was the VICTIM, and victims explain things differently… with words or whatever…"
Berwald just nodded, sighing and resting his head on the steering wheel. "I know. I know how trauma affects victims. 's horrible. Ivan threatened t' kill my family if I don't sleep with ya…"
A hand rested on his shoulder and his eyes searched out for Gilbert's while still resting his head on the cool leather of the wheel. "I knew that too… I'm with ya because I want to understand Ivan's plan with me and you and your family."
"He said yer stayin' in the country because of him… why were ya here in the first place if ya got family in Germany?" Berwald asked and sat up. "Does he have something t' do with y'r family too?"
For a few silent moments, Gilbert shut his eyes and nodded. Sadly. "My bruder isn't married for long, and his cute 'wife' is too sweet to hurt anyone. I don't want their innocence to be lost because of that bastard boss of mine…"
"So he got ya in this country?"
"Ja."
"Illegally?"
"That's an ugly word…"
"…" Berwald started the car and drove off again, joining the road. The border isn't very far away now, which is lucky since it's almost 10 in the morning, meaning they both still have a whole day together. No appointments, no demands, no interference from anybody… it'll be just them, investigating Tino's past…
Tino sighed happily after pushing some supplies into a cleaning closet. Supermarket work is boring, but it gives him a decent salary at least. The pay isn't a generous as Berwald's, but hey it helps towards buying treats for Peter…
But the job is still good. He just cleans out in the supermarket, meeting customers, helping them out when the staff are being too goddamn lazy, more cleaning, ordering disinfectants, tidy shelves when the staff are being lazy again and more cleaning… it's very boring, but at least he's helping the family earn more…
"Ah, excuse me…"
Tino blinked and turned around and almost gasped. Standing there nervously was a tall man with sunny-blonde hair and dark blue eyes; he wore rectangular spectacles that almost made him look like Berwald, except this man expresses more emotion… like worry right now.
"H-Hello, how may I help you?" Tino asked, trying to smile like a professional, though his heart was skipping wildly at the similarities of this man and his husband in appearance.
"I know this may sound strange, but are you… Tino Vainamoinen?" the man asked, tilting his head in curiosity.
"Yes, I am. Why? Do I know you from somewhere?" Tino smiled again, desperately trying to think quickly over his memories of names and faces that he knows through his whole life.
"That's good! I'm Eduard VonBock. Yes, I was asked to meet you by someone important…"
Soon Berwald drove through the forest where the road was almost impossible to drive through because of overgrown weeds and tree roots raising the ground, but he drove over them carefully.
"So are we there yet?" Gilbert asked.
"Ja," his companion murmured and all of a sudden the trees disappeared and a giant mansion appeared in sight as well as some giant menacing iron gates, which he braked the car by and got out, surveying the area.
The mansion itself seemed as if it was here for decades, judging by the frail-looking windows in shaky wooden frames and the gothic black colours that decorated the outside of the building. There seemed to be 3 whole floors altogether plus an attic at the top, which has been boarded from the inside. The iron gates which stood in Berwald and Gilbert's way of the mansion has thick heavy chains and a big rusting padlock around the wide handles, preventing any thieves or anything from going inside the grounds of the dirty-looking building. The only thing that told visitors that it was a home for orphans was the rotting wooden sign behind the tall main gates with the following words "koti orvoille." All the other words were too worn-away from being weathered over the year or they had holes in them from being eaten by woodworm. But those words were enough to confirm to Berwald where they are.
"That's Finnish for 'Home for Orphans'," Berwald said to Gilbert, who was tugging at the chains noisily.
"Well the place is locked, it's obviously shut down!" Gilbert ranted and kicked the gates, clanging the chains and shook the rusty padlock. "I guess we'll have to turn back or find the key…"
Berwald's eye glinted as he noticed something. "Kick th' gate again."
Confused, Gilbert stepped back and did a run up to the gate before slamming his foot into it and the padlock jiggled, but it seemed to open a little.
"AHA!" Gilbert cheered and handled the padlock, which was big compared to his hands. "It's so rusted; it'll probably break under my awesome strength!" Berwald watched (with slight amusement) as the cross-dresser tried to pull the weakened padlock apart, but he only managed to pull it a full inch before he gave up and took some breaths. "Fucking hell, why is this so hard to break!"
With a simple "Here", Berwald took the padlock from the German's hands and simply twisted it, snapping the metal loudly and he slipped the dead padlock from the links of the chains, dropping it to the floor. Gilbert stared… and then pouted, murmuring something about "sexy Swedes having all the strength" as he started to yank at the chains which kept the gates shut sealed from the outside world.
Chinking and clanging and metallic rings of the chains all pulsed into the forest surrounding the tall-walled grounds of the mansion as the pair spent a few minutes trying to untangle the multitude of heavy chains which either got caught in each other, or frustratingly get tangled again in another bunch of chains.
Gilbert was seething. "Dammit they really don't want us to see the mansion…" he paused and looked at the mansion, staring at it for a few seconds. "This is… sorta familiar… it reminds me of some place I been to…"
Berwald looked at him blankly. "Ya been here?" But Gilbert shook his head in reply.
"No… same place… but elsewhere, somewhere in another world… OH! I got it!" Gilbert cheered and stepped back while holding a long chain, pulling it. "Big guy! The links are weak, so like, pull the chain with me and let it break!"
Berwald just did as he was told and stepped behind the smaller male, grabbing the chain as well and they pulled at the same time, grunting.
"Fuck this is hard… keep pulling!"
"Ja, ja…"
They heard a few links break, but these smaller links were too close to their straining hands and they almost tumbled back onto each other when the links they're holding snapped.
Gilbert just blankly glanced at Berwald and said, "This is going to be a long day, isn't it?"
A/N: Did we just have a HetaOni moment somewhere in the story? O_O After playing HetaOni, I'm mentally screaming at the sight of every mansion I see XD
I used Google Translate for any non-English words, so correct me if I got anything wrong so I could change them to the proper words.
AND ALSO… I did not have a name for a specific location of the orphanage or where Berwald and his family lives at, so you can use your imagination :) Obviously I don't live in Sweden or Finland so I don't know much about their cultures or attitudes towards subjects like prostitution or crime against young children… I have heard that Sweden is the best country in the world for child welfare – pretty fitting since he loves his adopted son Peter so much ^_^
And… I'm kinda blushing, but I really admire Scandinavians (and other Nordic peoples)… they're just so cool… I dunno why… They're so differently awesome from us losers in the rest of Europe…
Sorry I took so long to update this fanfic, but I hope it's worthwhile.
MORE CHAPTERS TO COME~