Kaiserwaltzer
Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia or the waltz Die Kaiserwalzer.
Antonio was not as oblivious as most people thought, he feigned obliviation so that people would underestimate him, people like Lovino who thought that Antonio was not aware of the fact that he was trying to avoid him. Not that Lovino could do that very well since he was in the dance class that Antonio taught. Dancing, it was the one way Antonio felt he could convey all the emotions that he could not show. His parents owned the dance studio he taught at and Antonio had been dancing for as long as could remember, and often told him he had been dancing before he had begun to walk. As unrealistic as it sounded. They had been professional tango dancers back in Spain, that's how they had met each other. It sounded like something from a cheesy romance film to Antonio, but his parents assured him numerous times that things like that could happen. Growing up he had gained a passion for dancing as well.
"Today we are going to begin with a simple ballroom waltz." Antonio said smiling at his newest class made up of Feliciano, Lovino, an elderly couple –he always had one of those in each of his classes-, and a couple of female high schoolers from his school. "I want everyone to break up into partners and you shall hold them as so." He held onto his mother's back with one hand and clasped her right hand with his other.
When everyone had done so, Lovino had paired up with his brother and was swearing very loudly at Feliciano due to the fact that he was in the role of the female. "Now watch. One two three, one two three, one two three," He and his mother danced gracefully around the front of the room with the technique only someone who had been dancing like this for years would have. There were lots of oos and aws from the girls in the class, all of which the partners ignored.
"Now, you guys will try it." Antonio said breaking away from his mother and turning on some waltzing music. "One two three, one two three, one two three, one two three, and a one two three, one two three," He watched the six dance partners dance around the floor of the dance room with some amusement, but he always offered words of encouragement. Hopefully the only way they could go was up. "One two three, one two three, one two three, one two three. Remember a waltz is a series of three steps." He continued to walk around the room watching all of the different dancers, sometimes he'd stop a group and give them a comment on a way to improve. "Remember to always look your partners in the eyes, it's how they will communicate where to go with you."
"You're not doing it right Feli," Lovino complained rather loudly making Antonio turn his head from where he was talking with one of the other couples. He could tell right off the bat that it was Lovino making the mistakes not Feliciano, but that the younger of the siblings was too nice to tell the other that.
"Madre, la danza con Feliciano, por favor." Antonio said, his mother who had been watching the class from the doorway nodded and took the younger Vargas brother to dance with. "Here let me show you, Lovi."
"Don't call me that, Bastard." Lovino muttered as red as a tomato, Antonio only laughed and continued to dance. "What are we listening to?"
"The Kaiserwaltzer by Johann Strauss." Antonio said, "You should ask Rodriech to play a rendition of this on the piano it is how they say it, es ist wunderbar."
"You been hanging out with Potato Bastard Number Two too much." Lovino muttered adverting his eyes from Antonio's. Antonio only chuckled as Lovino spoke of Gilbert though he'd actually heard Ludwig talk about Rodriech and not Gilbert. His albino friend would never speak of something so kindly about the musician he had picked on their whole lives.
"Perhaps." Antonio said his lips quirking into a smile. "Do you understand the moves now?" He let Lovino go a small frown forming on his face, he couldn't devote all his time to one student no matter how much he would have liked to continue to dance with the younger boy.
"Yes," Lovino said as Feliciano walked over finishing dancing with Antonio's mother.
"Good, I guess that means you two can dance together some more." Antonio said watching the brothers dance and wishing that it was himself and not Feliciano that Lovino was dancing with.
The next day at school nothing seemed to have changed despite dancing together the night before, Lovino kept his distance and Antonio allowed him. They hardly talked to one another and the separation caused Antonio's heart to ache for some unknown reason. No, he knew the reason, he loved Lovino Vargas and he had always loved him and it was his feelings for the Italian boy that Antonio had even realized he was gay in the first place. "You're extremely quiet today." Jeanne said, Jeanne Dubae was Francis' girlfriend of only about six months and if it wasn't for her Antonio wasn't sure that his blond friend would be doing so well with the disappearance/death of his sister and the suicide of his mother after his sister's funeral last May. "Anything wrong?"
"Lovino," Antonio said letting out a long sigh, the blond girl shook her head and opened her mouth to say something to him when Francis walked up behind them and covered her eyes with his hands.
"Hello Beautiful." He purred in her ears and Antonio thought he might puke rainbows and kittens as the couple radiated love from one another. Now he sounded like Lovino, he mentally noted.
"Hey Handsome," Jeanne replied back leaning upward to kiss her Frenchman. "How has your day gone?"
"No kisses for the awesome me?" Gilbert scoffed feigning hurtness.
"I'll kiss you Gilbie," Antonio offered, anything to distract himself from the mystery Lovino was. Gilbert laughed and shook his head.
"No thanks, I think I've caught myself a Birdie." Gilbert said proudly, "I invited him over to my house this weekend." Birdie was Gilbert's nickname for Lovino's best friend Matthew Williams, most people forgot his name and so Antonio was quiet proud of himself for being able to remember it. It probably didn't help that Lovino had also wacked him in the head every time he forgot it too. But the Canadian had had quite the crush on Antonio's albino friend for some time.
"Ooo, do I detect amore, between Matthieu and you?" Francis said chuckling, "You hurt him and I will personally make sure you never hurt anyone ever again." It was eerie how Francis could go from being so light hearted in his first question to deadly serious in his next. That was an aspect of Francis that had only come out in the past year or so.
"I-I won't." Gilbert assured the overprotective cousin.
"Well," Antonio said standing up and grabbing his book bag. "I'm off."
"Lunch only started ten minutest ago." Gilbert protested, "You're going to leave me here with the love birds?" he pointed to Jeanne and Francis who looked as if they were getting ready to make out.
"Sorry, mi amigo." Antonio said with a chuckle.
"Bastard," Gilbert muttered as Antonio walked away from the table, choosing to ignore Gilbert's insult against his parentage. His parents had been happily married when he was born thank you very much.
Antonio wandered aimlessly in the hallway of the school grateful that no teachers were out too or he was sure to get ISS for wandering in the hallways without a pass, the school was extremely strict on that. He heard the sound of two voices as he was about to turn on one hallway and he quietly poked his head around the corner to see who was talking in the hall when they should be in class only to see Matthew and Lovino at Lovino's locker, neither of them aware they were being eavesdropped on.
"He invited me to his house this weekend." Matthew said to Lovino, blushing red as he did so.
"And you said yes?" Lovino said sounding almost shocked though Antonio couldn't be sure because Lovino's back was to him. Matthew nodded looking slightly nervous due to his best friend's reaction.
"Yeah, I really like Gilbert, you know that."
"If he hurts you I'll kill him." Lovino threatened, "Make sure you pass that on." The duo were quiet for a moment and Antonio thought that they were done talking and was about to turn away when Lovino spoke again this time sounding quite unsure of himself. "Mattie, I've been having strange dreams lately."
"About?" The blond Canadian pressed confusion in his violet eyes.
"Antonio and I." Lovino whispered so quietly Antonio had to strain to hear it.
"Oh," was Matthew's response and put a hand on his friend's shoulder.
"We-we were doing things, things that my father would hate me for." Was that the reason for Lovino's distance recently? He was frightened because of wet dreams? Of him and Lovino… oh Dios. Antonio turned around not bothering to listen to the rest of Lovino and Matthew's conversations. He checked himself out of school and walked the three blocks to the dance studio.
He turned on some tango music and danced his sorrows away. Lovino wasn't talking to him due to dreams he had no control over and was frightened of. There was no way Antonio could ever tell Lovino that he loved him.
Author's Note (the part of the chapter where the author comes out and writes a silly note):
Okay, so this one took me a while due to band season. But its done now and I have hopefully have more time to write. That's not to say that in the month since I last posted I haven't been writing. I just haven't yet typed it, that's the real time consumer for me. Typing the chapter. Well that and I keep getting bombarded for ideas for one shots. So yeah, the song I chose for this chapter is the waltz that Antonio and Lovino dance to at their dance lessons, its by Johann Strauss. You can look it up on YouTube, it's a beautiful piece. I stumbled on it accidently while looking for another waltz, I like this one better. FYI, haahaaha I don't speak Spanish or really know too much about the language for that matters. I take German so my German is usually accurate (if I spell everything correctly) *Scratches head embarrassingly*. So yeah onto translations and less of my ramblings.
Lo amas, no lo hace- you love him don't you? (Spanish)
Es ist wunderbar- it is wonderful (German)
Madre, la danza con Feliciano, por favor- Mama, can you dance with Feliciano please.