I should be updating more, now that's it's summer. Sooo...

Vlad: She stays home all day. Doesn't do anything. She's lazy.

Yeah, pretty much. I chase my chickens around. Play piano. Be a slave to my iPod. So yeah.

Chapter 5~ :3

I don't own Hetalia. Although I wish Hidekaz Himaruya was my dad. Because that would be awesome.

Okay, NOW Chapter 5:)

Damn Gilbert. Damn him. Damn his mouth. Damn my life. Damn everything.

By the time my lunch period rolls around, I'm fuming at Gilbert. Somehow, he skipped our history class, so I didn't get to strangle him then. He's lucky, because I really would have. Especially since I have that class right after chorus.

Chorus was horrible, by the way. It wasn't an out of the ordinary class, except for Natalya looking at me all smug-like every few minutes, acting like she has something over me...

Oh, wait. She does have something over me... but still. She's nastier than I thought. Yet I like her no less than I did before.

I shake my head, trying to rid myself of the thoughts of her and her face and of Gil-

"Ay, Alfie!"

Gilbert.

I whip around to see him sauntering all Gilby-like over to me, waving like an idiot with one hand while he runs the other through his albino hair. I glare at him but he doesn't seem to notice.

"How are the love birds doing?"

"Shut up."

He looks at me with a half-amused, half-confused face. "Did something happen?" he cocks his head.

"Yeah," I snap, the corner of my mouth twitching slightly. "You."

He walks next to me into the cafeteria. "Me? What did I do wrong?"

I slam my books onto our table, sitting down. I don't feel like eating today. I was hoping avoiding the lunch line would rid me of Gilbert for a little while, but he seems to have taken interest in my anger towards him. He sits down across from me, watching me skeptically.

I just stare at him. "You asshole."

He smirks back at me. "I helped."

"Helped?" I resist the urge to reach across the short distance and slap him. "You told her I was in love with her, how is that helping? I never even said I loved her!"

"Never said it, but showed it," he puts his elbows on the table, resting his chin in his hands, looking at me with those oddly colored eyes and that damned smug face. "Plus, she said she could tell. So I just confirmed her suspicions."

My mouth twitches again. "Her suspicions didn't need to be confirmed."

"Oh, Alfie," he laughs at me. "Do you really pay that much attention to her?"

My eyebrows scrunch in confusion. "What are you talking about?"

"She talked to you this morning," he says, as if it was supposed to be obvious.

I nod. "Yes. Yes, she did," I respond, speaking to him like he's a kindergartener.

He rolls his eyes at me. "She would have ignored someone else."

"How would you know?" I counter quickly, although inside I'm pretty happy about that.

"She doesn't just talk to people," he shrugs. "She must have taken a liking to you. She even touched you," he smirks at me. "And you freaked like a cat getting sprayed with water."

"Y-you saw that?" I blush, then mumble, "I only freaked because it freaking hurt..."

He chuckles. "Anywhore-"

I raise my eyebrow. "Any... whore?"

He waves me off. "Yeah, it's my new word. But as I was saying, I think she might like you. I know you haven't talked to her much, but you have a little. Very few people do that. You show her affection, too. Any other guy in this school would never do that."

I blush a little a cock my head to the side. "Why not?"

He stares at my like I'm an idiot. "Because she's a stone cold-"

"Alfred, what's with the head?"

I turn around to see Antonio, a friend from the football team. He sits next to me and points at my forehead. "It's a little discolored, si?"

I avoid his eyes and blush. "I... I walked into a doorway-"

"Because he was staring at a girl!" Gilbert interjects, laughing.

Antonio laughs, too. "A girl? Who?"

I glare at Gilbert, then at Antonio. "No o-"

"That Natalya Arlovskaya girl. The one who plays piano," Gilbert answers for me.

Antonio raises an eyebrow at me while I death stare at Gilbert. "If you don't mind me asking... why?"

"I-I don't know," I shrug. Because she's pretty. And talented. And has an accent. And-

"Oh, Anty," Gilby chuckles. "That's not all. She might like him, too."

Antonio's eyes widen quite visibly. "She? Like? Him?" he laughs. "No!"

Gilbert nods. "I don't know how he did it."

My mouth twitches. Why are they carrying on this conversation like I'm not here? Did they forget about me? In my anger and annoyance, I grab my books and storm out of the cafeteria, avoiding the watchful gaze of any teachers. I don't even think they noticed me leave.

I walk fast and angrily down the hallway, towards the auditorium. I was planning on waking straight past, but I heard the piano.

I stop outside the stage entrance and see Natalya. Playing, of course. Without thinking, I walk onto the stage and stand behind the curtain.

"Alfred," she says almost instantly. I jump.

"Uh, h-hi," I walk out from behind the curtain and over to the piano, blushing.

"Why do you keep hiding back there?" she asks me nonchalantly, staring ahead at the piano as she continues to play. "I already told you, I know you do that."

"W-well, uh, you see..." I rub the back of my head, smiling and chuckling nervously. "Uh.. I'm sorry. About hiding. And about Gilbert. Again."

"Why are you sorry about him?" she stops playing and turns to face me on the bench, pulling her legs up onto it and sitting cross-legged. She motions for me to sit down on the risers behind me, and I sit do on the second one.

"He... interrupted our conversation. And said things," I blush, shrugging.

She laughs and looks at me like she did earlier in chorus. "You're mad because he told me you love me."

"I, uh..." I blush deeper and stare at my feet. "Well, yeah. And I-I don't love you. Wait, no! I mean... I mean it's not that I don't love you, but it's not like I do, but, uh..." Dammit, what the hell am I doing?

She stares at me for a few seconds, then points at my head. "A piece of your hair is sticking up."

I look up towards my hair, even though I know I can't see it. "Oh, that?" I chuckle anxiously, reaching up and tugging slightly at that little piece of hair. "It's always like that. It won't stay down."

She stares at it. "It annoys me."

"I-I'm sorry," I laugh a little. "I can't fix that."

She scrunches her eyebrows at me and moves to the edge of the bench, putting her small, pale bare feet on the stage floor and leaning towards me. "Why do you keep apologizing to me?"

"I-I don't know," I shrug. "Sor-"

"Alfred, stop it," she snaps. "It's annoying. Besides, there isn't anything for you to apologize for."

I smile crookedly at her. "Does everything about me annoy you?"

"More than you know," she glares at me.

"Oh?" I ask, raising an eyebrow at her. She ignores me and turns back to the piano.

I feel as if that "more than you know" took away my anxiety. I feel more outgoing and happy. I'm not even mad at Gilby anymore. I get up and sit next to her on the bench. She glares at me and scoots to the other side. "What are you doing?" she hisses.

I shrug. "Sitting next to you. Problem?"

"Yes!" she snaps. She keeps glaring at me with her beautiful, seductive eyes while I just stare back with my bland, stupid ones. Eventually, she sighs and moves back to the middle of the bench, with what seems like a slight blush appearing on her pale white cheeks. Keeping our thighs from touching, she begins to play the piano softly again. "But seeing as you're not moving..."

I smile and nod. "Nope. Not moving."

She plays and I watch. I'm amazed at how she can do this, not watch her hands, memorize all of this. How do her hands know where to go? How does she match up the notes on the page to the keys? It confuses me.

I must've been staring at her, because she stops playing and looks at me. "Alfred."

I blush. "Y-yes?"

She stares at my hair again and tugs on it. "This still annoys me," she smiles a little.

"I'm sorry," I smile crookedly at her. She pretend-glares at me for a second, then goes back to smiling.

She stares at me for a second or two, then goes back to playing. She only plays what seems like a measure or two before she feels me still watching her and stares again.

This is weird. I don't know what to do. It kinda feels like a movie. I feel like nothing else is there, just me and her. I feel like I can't her anything. I feel like I can't see anything else. Why? What am I supposed to do? I don't-

Oh. I guess I do know, because I lean in and kiss her.

A few seconds go by and she isn't kissing me back. I almost start freaking out, but then I realize she hasn't pulled away from me. That's good, isn't it?

And somewhere within my little panic attack, she starts kissing me back.

Kissing me back.

This is even more weird. I can't exactly explain it. I've kissed girls before, but this is different. I'm not sure how, but it is. Really different. But it feels nice. And happy. And wonderful. It feels like everything good in the world.

Okay, I sound like one of those sappy sitcoms.

We kiss for a few seconds more and pull away from each other at what seems the same time. I'm smiling like an idiot at her, but she has her head turned away from me. It's not turned enough to prevent me from seeing how rosy pink her cheeks are, though.

The bell rings, signaling the end of my lunch, notifying students to get to eighth period. She stands up quickly and starts to walk away, but I reach out, taking her hand and stopping her.

She glares at me. "Let go."

I don't and stand up from the bench. "There's only two periods left."

She tries to yank her hand away from mine. "So?"

I smile at her. "Wanna skip with me?"

"Skip, da?" she stares blankly at me, then at the ground. "I've skipped classes, but not actual school..."

I gesture to the hallway. "Hurry up and decide. You need to get your stuff and get back her before the bell rings."

She sighs. "My stuff is in here," she says a few seconds later, yanking her hand away from mine. She walks to the back of the stage, disappearing into the prop room and coming back out quickly with her things. She sets her bag on the risers and hastily starts wrapping her scarf around her neck. "Don't you need your things?"

I pick up my books and gesture to the gray sweatshirt I'm wearing. "I have all I need."

She buttons up her coat and picks up her bag. The warning bell hasn't even rung yet. "Where are you dragging me off to?"

I smile at her and hold out my hand for hers. "A place."

She rolls her eyes and sighs, taking my hand. "Whatever."

I pull her off to the opposite side of the stage, to the doors leading to the outside, all smiley and giddy.

I have to remind myself to thank Gilby and Antonio for making me mad.

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