Wow, I just now realized that in my description, I accidently called HRE HRE…oops, that's going to get a little confusing…since Holy Rome's name is never actually mentioned (Probably to prevent spoilers. Yes, I support the theory too.), I'm just going to call him Holy Roman Empire. Sorry 'bout that, when I first got the idea for the story, I was using everybody's country names, and I guess I forgot to change HRE's. Ok, enough with my rant, here's the chapter 3 you've been waiting for! Enjoy and R&R!
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Axis Powers: Hetalia
The next couple of hours seemed to fly by as quickly as I had wanted them to. Health began to grow more awkward and uncomfortable as time passed, as Lovino hadn't stopped glaring at me the entire time, and physics was…well, physics.
Yet even without Feliciano in that class, getting him to leave the back of my mind wassomething I found strangely difficult to do. I didn't even know why he was resting my mind, and the fact that I didn't know and he was still there made the situation even worse.
His chocolate eyes seemed to dance across my mind as I remembered his warm smile and bouncing hair as he led me to our health class. And I just didn't know why. I wasn't in denial, I wasn't homosexual, so there was no possible explanation for it!
But the only thing that could ever possibly beat out the little Italian from my mind was what Lovino had said to me earlier that morning.
If you get anywhere near my brother, I will pound your face into dust.
It seemed like a broken record that played in my mind over and over again, and somehow, it bothered the crap out of me. Being away from Feliciano for an hour from having different classes certainly brought my hopes down, but having to stay away from him by force by Lovino was enough to completely tear me apart.
No! Bad Ludwig, bad! Stop saying these things; stop thinking about him! I do not love Feliciano! I do not love! I do not love Feliciano! I thought, literally smacking my forehead to erase him from my mind as I walked down the hall to the next class I had. A small tap suddenly pressed against my shoulder, and I spun around only to see a worried Feliciano looking straight at me.
He seemed concerned; fiddling with his thumbs with a single tear welled up in his eye.
"Ve~, why are you hitting yourself, Ludwig? Are you ok?" He asked frantically, the tip of his nose turning scarlet.
As brown and blue met, I felt go suddenly warm with blush. I turned away, preventing myself from blushing any harder from those sparkling amber eyes.
"I-I'm fine, Feliciano, you don't need to worry about me. I-I just have a lot on my mind, i-is all." I stuttered, my face burning with embarrassment.
Being the oblivious and naïve Italian he was, Feliciano only smiled, a thousand lights going off as his flashed his glistening white teeth. "Good; I don't like to see Ludwig sad! Ve~, what's your next class?" He asked, leaning over my shoulder to look at the schedule in my hand.
I couldn't help but feel my hand go numb, and my face go beet red as the warmth of his body pressed against mine. My heart had begun to flutter again, growing wings and flying freely around me. It throbbed violently, pounding against my chest with such force. It was yet another sensation I had never felt before, and I had to wonder if it was good sensation or a bad one. In this case, it was making me go mentally insane.
He rested his chin gently on my shoulder, and I could tell he was standing on his toes, for he was much shorter than me. Dark eyelashes fluttered over his chocolate orbs, and a single strand of auburn hair lay in front on his face.
It took all the strength I had in me to not to push back that lone strand, and even more to hold back the urge to kiss the Italian right then and there. Then it brought me back to that question: why did I want to kiss him? Why was I blatantly attracted to a guy I had just met? Was I even attracted to him?
Gah; snap OUT OF IT Ludwig! Your life is solely devoted to heterosexuality! YOU. DO NOT. LOVE. FELICIANO! I told myself, turning to meet his sparkling eyes once more.
But he's so…close…
My lip quivered slightly as he spoke, knowing I could clear that gap between our lips at any second. "Ve~, we have lunch together, Ludwig! Come on, we can all eat outside since we're juniors, now! Only juniors and seniors get the privilege!" Feliciano squealed, that high-pitch voice acting as my nails on a chalkboard.
I sighed, surrendering as he intertwined our hands, leading me to yet another unknown destination I didn't know.
"Now Feliciano, why do you keep doing this?" I asked, sighing hard.
"What do you mean?"
"This; you keep holding my hand everywhere we go. Why is that?"
A smile crossed Feliciano's face, and a slight rosy color spread across his tanned cheeks. "Because every time I do, you always blush. And it's so cute!" The teen replied, turning back around and trotting towards the cafeteria.
My face went dark crimson with embarrassment as I watched his bouncing auburn hair entertain me the entire time he led me to our destination.
As Feliciano reached the outside of the school, I could already see the groups of students getting together with their friends. The warm August sun felt nice on my face and the bittersweet smell of fresh rain and flowers ran through my nostrils. A bird began to chirp a soft melody, one that Feliciano whistled in unison. It was all so…serene.
I scanned the yard looking for Gilbert, only to find him sitting by two other boys, one with wavy blonde hair and blue eyes, and other with shaggy brown hair and green eyes, who was also speaking carelessly in Spanish. Then there was also Lovino sitting next to the boy speaking in Spanish, who looked as if he were about to go mad.
It looked like my brother was having a good time, smiling happily and chatting away as his crammed a sandwich into his mouth. Seeing this, I cautiously began to walk towards them, hoping Gilbert wouldn't get irritated about his little brother following him. That's when Feliciano stopped me.
"Ve~, Ludwig, I want you to meet all of my friends; they're sitting over there. Come on!" He said, pointing to a group of teens sitting near the edge of the school. His brown eyes sparkled in the sunlight, letting bright colors of sweet chocolate pop. His light auburn hair brushed freely in the breeze, the single curl on the side of his face bouncing up and down.
My cheeks turned pink upon seeing such beauty, as I gave in and sighed in defeat. I would never be able to resist such gorgeous features.
I'm going to slap myself if I keep doing this…
I walked nervously up to the group of Feliciano's friends. I didn't know any of them, nor did I know how exactly they would accept me between my thick accents and German blood. After all, I had been called a Nazi three times that day.
My new Italian friend, on the other hand, walked up to them with a huge grin plastered onto his face, carrying the bowl of pasta he had brought for lunch. He pounded fists with one of the group members wearing a bomber jacket, who looked at have dirty blonde hair and light blue eyes.
Another one of the group members, who had shaggy blonde hair and thick eyebrows, immediately pulled the boy back away from the Italian, blushing madly in the process. The other teen only laughed, playing with his cowlick as he slid closer to him.
I took a seat nervously next to Feliciano, looking away from the rest of his friends as I pulled out a link of wurst from the bag I had brought for lunch.
"Yo; what's up? Looks like Feli made another new friend! The name's Alfred F. Jones; what's your name, dude?" The boy with the cowlick said, putting his hand in front of me to apparently give me a high-five, smiling like an idiot. His accent, almost as if it had a hint of southern and western to it, concluded me to think he was American.
The other boy with the bushy eyebrows pushed Alfred's hand away from my face, giving him a dark scowl.
"What he means is that it's nice Feliciano has a new friend to share with us; and that his name is Alfred F. Jones. I'm Arthur Kirkland; pleasure." He said, his accent thick and English as he reached his hand out across the table to shake mine.
I did the same, but continued to stay silent, munching on a piece of my wurst. Taking another look at the gleaming Italian next to me from the corner of my eye, I couldn't help but let my mind wander back to what Lovino had said earlier again.
I mean, Lovino was pretty scary looking; and he didn't seem too fond about the idea of me hanging out with his younger brother. But it wasn't like I was actually going to stay away from Feliciano…unless I wanted to. Yet I didn't; I wanted to be close to him for the time being; to get to know him and stuff, and possibly find a way how to escape from the beautiful face.
Gah; I was doing it again! Why did I have to keep doing that? Every time I tried, my mind just seemed to find its way back to Feliciano, and practically convince me I was…in love with him. But I wasn't; I couldn't be! Not with somebody like him. Especially since I was completely and undeniably heterosexual! I was raised by an army family; I was strong, burly, and I knew I wouldn't convince myself that I was in love with my new friend.
Yet those eyes…and that glistening smile and sweet bubbly cheeks at just always seemed to be glued to his face; they…hypnotized me…
CRAP! I'M. DOING. IT. AGAIN. STOP IT, LUDWIG, STOP IT! GET HIM OUT OF YOUR FREAKING HEAD!
As I continued to think, I had practically drowned out Feliciano's rant about who-knows-what. That is, until Alfred's speaking-up suddenly snapped me back into reality.
"Hey Feliciano; why don't you tell your friend here about "Holy Roman Empire"!" He shouted, cackling and falling against Arthur's chest, whose face flared up at this.
Feliciano's face went scarlet, his amber eyes suddenly drowning with embarrassment.
"Ve~, do I have to?" He whined, covering the embarrassment scribbled across his face.
"Hai, please Feliciano-san? It's a very amusing story." A black-haired boy, who I assumed was Japanese, spoke up from being silent that entire time.
The Italian sighed, shaking his head and burying his face in his navy sweatshirt.
"Alright, if you won't do it, then I will!" Alfred said, getting off of a blushing Arthur and standing on top of the bench. "Ok, all eyes on the hero. So, when Feli was like, seven, he met this dude who never actually told him his name, so he just called him "Holy Roman Empire". Then, the two fell in love pretty much, and kissed each other and what not! Two dudes; and they were seven! Isn't that hilarious?"
Holy Roman Empire; I recognized that name. I remembered having a nickname similar to that when I was a kid; and I also had my first kiss when I was about seven…only, it was with a girl. …An Italian girl…
Feliciano's head shot up, completely covered with a thousand shades of red, and a single tear welled up in his left eye. Yet that smile never left his face.
"It was only one time! And I was seven; I didn't know! Ve~, I really loved Holy Rome. I never saw him again after that day…" He replied, sighing afterwards and resting his chin on his hand.
As Alfred took a seat from his "performance", I watched as Arthur gave him a nice smack on the arm, mumbling something along the lines of "idiot" as the Japanese boy beside him slightly giggled.
Just then, two more students began to walk towards us; one male and one female, hands intertwined with each other. The boy had dark raven hair with a single cowlick like Alfred's sticking up, and violet eyes. His glasses stayed firmly in place as he walked towards us, that lone mole of his on his face somewhat got on my nerves.
The girl he was with had long, wavy, caramel hair with an orange flower pinned to it, and light green eyes. Her dress bounced as she walked, similar to the color of the blush that lay on her face.
Feliciano's eyes lit up as he waved frantically at them. "Roderich! Elizabeta! It's so good to see you two again!" He cried.
The one I assumed was Roderich simply nodded, flashing a quick smile as he took a seat across from the Japanese boy; whose name I still didn't know. Elizabeta on the other hand, ran up to the waving Italian, pulling him into a full-out hug.
I gripped my hands into a tight ball; clenching my teeth as me expression went dark. A bubbling sensation began to boil under my body, almost as if it were…jealousy? No no, it couldn't be jealousy! It wasn't like the two were lovers or anything; it was just simple hug! And from what I had observed moments before, it seemed as if Elizabeta had feelings for Roderich. Besides, I didn't love Feliciano; I couldn't be jealous! Yet why did I want so strongly to be Elizabeta at that moment…?
"Feliciano; It's so good to see you again! And it looks like you've made a new friend!" She replied, releasing him and turning to me. "What's your name?"
"Ludwig." I mumbled, looking away from her and continuing to chew my lunch. It wasn't like I was trying to be impolite; I just didn't like the way she approached Feliciano. Why didn't I like the way she approached Feliciano?
"Nice to meet you, Ludwig! I'm Elizabeta, and that's my boyfriend, Roderich." Roderich gave a faint wave, and his girlfriend took a seat in between him and me. I let out a sigh of relief, feeling better that Elizabeta's boyfriend was Roderich and not Feliciano. Why was I relieved that her boyfriend was Roderich and not Feliciano?
Going back to the events before the couple had arrived; it took me a few more seconds to muster up the courage to speak. "You know, Feliciano; I-I kind of recognize that name, "Holy Roman Empire"…" I admitted.
The teen turned to me. "You do? Fantastico; that's amazing; you might have known him, too!" He cried, his voice screeching with joy.
It seemed as if a thousand sweet brown jewels had begun to glow as his eyes glistened in the bright afternoon sunlight, and it felt nearly impossible to prevent my cheeks from turning rosy.
My words began to clog up in my throat, nervously coming out in stutters. "Um, a-actually, I-I didn't k-know him. B-But I do remember having my f-first k-kiss with a little I-Italian girl when I was s-seven."
Elizabeta giggled at my nervousness, Feliciano still continuing to be oblivious.
"Ludwig, why are your cheeks so pink? Are you blushing?" She asked, observing my face as a devious smile crept across her mouth.
Blushing even harder, I covered my burning face with my hand. "N-No! I'm fine; i-it's just hot out here, is all." I denied, looking away from the curious girl.
She giggled even harder. "Well, ok then; but it looked as if you have a little crush on Feliciano for a second there!"
My face began to burn with embarrassment, and I shot a horrified look at Feliciano. His cheeks had turned completely scarlet; brown eyes wide, and mouth agape.
"W-What? I do not have a crush on him! I'm not a homosexual!" I cried.
The little Italian next me could hardly speak, his words only coming out in stutters. "Yeah, w-what h-he said. Ve~, we're j-just f-friends." He said the bubbliness in his voice suddenly disappearing, turning to what almost seemed like shock.
Roderich lightly nudged his girlfriend. "Elizabeta, you don't just go around claiming people have feelings for another person; especially somebody you've just met!" He pointed out, his Austrian accent strong, and expression serious yet playful.
Elizabeta only shrugged. "You know I'm just joking around, Rodereich. But if I can't do it to them, can I do it to Alfred and Arthur? Because it's completely obvious Arthur has the hots for Alfred!"
Arthur's face went crimson, and Alfred burst out into fits of laughter.
"H-How absurd! I would never love somebody as stupid and idiotic as Alfred!" Arthur claimed, pointing a finger towards the American.
Calming down slightly, and wiping a tear from his eye, Alfred wrapped an arm around his British friend, ruffling his hair and pulling him closer to him. "Oh come on, Artie; you know you love me!" He said, bursting into laughter once more.
I sighed hard, looking back at Feliciano, who was shoving pasta in his mouth.
This is going to be one heck of a year…
DANG THIS CHAPTER IS LONG! Yeah, so I meant to give Prussia a bigger part in this chapter, but I ended up not doing that because it would have been too long, and now it turned out how it is. Hey, I promised Prussia, and you got Prussia! Don't worry; he'll have a bigger part in the next chapter. Poor Germany, he just can't make up his mind! The angst isn't for a while, though, so just enjoy the fluff for now as it is! Yes, I 100% support the Germany/HRE theory, and it plays a HUGE role in the rest of the story. Bear with me getting the next chapters up, the drama this year is getting worse, and my birthday is this weekend. Hooray for olderness :D! And also, just to let you all know, as I was reading through this and editing it, I was squealing like that little fangirl I am…I like GerIta that much…Don't forget to review!