Hello my fellow fanficers... fanficors... fanfickers... people who read fanfic! I know I haven't posted in a while but it's just that I've been so busy with school and what not so to answer you question... No, I'm not dead. I decided to post a new chapter for a story as sort of a final hurrah to 2013. This is officially my last update of the year. I'm sorry guys but you're going to have to wait till next year to get another post out of me. I hope you guys enjoy this new chapter!
Disclaimer: No, I do not own Hetalia...
"What are you wearing?" Alfred inquired, looking at the man's attire.
"What do you mean?" Peter asked.
"That thing around your neck, what is it?"
"You mean my bow tie?"
"If that's what you want to call it."
"I want to call it that because that's its name. How can you not know what a bow tie is? I always wear one, especially when I wear a plaid shirt."
"I was wondering what that... thing on your shirt was." the bespeckled man said, motioning to blond's outfit.
"Are you kidding me? Plaid is like the best thing ever! Well, after pocket protectors that is. I cannot live without those things."
"Uh huh. You're name's Peter, right? Peter what?" the blond questioned, leaning on the table.
"Excuse me?" the Sealander asked, a little confused by the question.
"What's your last name?"
"Oh, it's Karkand."
"Karkland? That's sounds a lot like Kirkland, don't you think?"
"I suppose.. and flap sounds a lot like flip. What does that have to do with anything?"
"'Cause Arthur's last name is Kirkland, you didn't know that?"the American inquired, with a smirk.
"Ummmm, well we're on a first name basis," the blond nodded, satisfied with his answer.
"What?"
"Nothing, Peter here is just being silly," Arthur defended, rubbing his 'boyfriend's' shoulder.
"Right... so, how did you two love birds meet anyway?"
"Oh, well that's quite a story but I'm afraid we don't have time for that," the Brit explained, shaking his head and waving off the idea.
"Malarky! And you know what? I think I'd like to hear the story from Peter."
"Oh, well okay," the blond agreed. "I was walking across this beautiful port called Sealand when Arthur came up to me and asked out on a date. At first, I was little hesitant because of his enormous eyebrows, I mean honestly, I'm surprised he can hold his head up with the weight of those caterpillars on his face, but still, I agreed and we've been living happily ever after ever since."
"See, I told you, it's quite a story," the Englishman chuckled nervously, trying his best not to punch his 'boyfriend' for insulting his eyebrows.
"I guess you were right," the bespeckled man agreed, eyeing Peter suspiciously. "And what the hell's a Sealand?"
"I just told you, it's port. It's a micro nation by England and even though it's failed to be recognized by the world nations so far, it's day will come," the blue-eyed man declared confidently.
"Mmhmm, so when, in the past ten days, did you go to Sealand, Arthur?"
"What? Why do you need to know that? It's none of your bloody business, when I went to Sealand!" the Brit exclaimed, crossing his arms and leaning back in his chair like a five-year old. "I went and we met and that's that. If you have a problem with that then that's your own bloody problem!"
"I just th-"
"We have to go now Alfred," a stern voice interrupted. They all turned their heads and saw a tall and scary looking figure approaching them.
"In a second Ivan, I was just talking t-"
"I said now," the Russian ordered firmly. "We have to go find my new best friend."
"In a sec, I just need to fini-"
"I don't have time for this," the purple-eyed man sighed. He swiftly picked up the American, threw him over his shoulder, and started to walk towards the exit.
"We'll talk more later, Artie!" the hero cried, as Ivan carried him through the door.
"Well, I'm glad that's over," Peter announced as he stood up. "I have to get back t-"
"Sit down," Arthur ordered, pulling the blond back into his seat. "This is far from over."
"What? Why not? The guy left."
"I know, but he'll be back. He's probably going to ask to meet you again or something."
"But we're not even dating. Can't you just tell him that?"
"Not after I told him we are, I can't. This is your fault too though, you're the one who bloody kissed me! I'm the victim here. Why the hell did you do that anyway?"
"My friend Ravis dared me to."
"Then he's a pervert too. Anyway, tomorrow, we're having dinner at the Mangot restaurant to discuss how we are going to proceed, considering our current predicament."
"Why would I do that?"
"What do you mean?"
"Ummm, well, we're not really dating and I don't know you. Plus, you called me a rapist and my friend a pervert. Why would I agree to help you?"
Crap, I didn't think he'd refuse to go through with my plan, Arthur thought. Come on Arthur, think of something....
"Because that scary looking guy you saw carrying off the guy we were talking to, he was my brother."
"So?"
"Well, he tends to be really protective of me, and I can only imagine his reaction when I tell him that my new boyfriend brutally broke my heart. Who knows, maybe he'll come after you."
"But we just met each other today."
"Even worse, that means you didn't even give me chance."
"What? That makes no sense!"
"Then I guess we'll just have to wait and see if he thinks of it like that."
"You're not serious, are you?" the blond asked hesitantly, getting increasingly terrified by the second.
"Deadly so," the Brit smiled.
"Fine. I'll do it then," the Sealander sighed, as he stood up.
"Great. Meet me at the restaurant at 8:00 p.m. tomorrow," the green-eyed man instructed as he took his coffee of the table and took a sip.
"Okay," Peter agreed, before walking towards the bathroom. He was going to enter when the door flung open and an albino shoved past him, nearly pushing him off his balance. Whoa, that was close, the blond thought,fixing his bow tie. After he finished rearranging himself, he opened the door only to be pushed to the ground by a brunette. He looked down at his tie and felt deflated. Great, now it's going to take at least twenty minutes to get it back in place.
How dare he grab me like that! Lovino thought furiously as he practically ran through the coffee shop. He's the most annoying and irritating person I've ever met. There's only one thing left to do: get a restraining order. He was about to leave the shop when his friend called out to him.
"Lovino!" Matthew cried. "Where are you going? Your shift isn't over yet!"
"I need to do something! Just cover for me!" the Italian explained, before opening the door and leaving.
"No Lovino, we have so many customers .. .. and he's gone," the Canadian sighed as he looked at the two lines of twenty people before him. How on earth am I suppose to do this by myself? This is why we need more people working here.
"Hey Mattie!" he heard a voice suddenly say. He turned and saw an albino man tying an apron around his waist. The man patted down his outfit before turning to look at the violet-eyed man who was still staring at him.
"Okay Mattie, I know I'm awesomely gorgeous and all, but you have to stop looking at me lovingly if we're going to serve all of these customers." The sound of the German's voice was enough to bring the blond back to reality. He shook his head and looked back at the figure in front of him.
"I'm sorry, who are you? Are you new here or something? "
"Are you fucking kidding me?" the man cried in exasperation. " You already forgot me ? I"m Gilbert! You served me coffee like five fucking minutes ago!"
"I"m sorry sir, but I serve coffee to like a hundred peop -wait, I served you coffee? Don't you work here?"
"Um... well, not technically," the Prussian mumbled.
"What do you mean by 'technically'? Do you work here or not?"
"Okay, so here's the thing. I don't really work here, but I saw how that guy just abandoned you here with all these customers and I thought I'd give you hand."
"Oh," the Canadian let out involuntarily. "That's actually really sweet. Especially for someone that's a complete and total stranger."
" We're not strangers !"
"Mmmhmmm," the blond said, not really paying attention to what the German was saying a s he looked at the lines of people . "So tell me, what do you know about making coffee?"
"Well, I've never made coffee before but I'm pretty sure the awesome me can handle it."
"Ummmmmmm..." Matthew hesitated, before he saw a new group of people entering the shop and getting in line. "So like, never?"
"No, but I'm pretty sure I can do it." Mattie bit his lip as he contemplated the idea of denying the man's help and try to serve all the customers when he heard the chime of the doors opening as party of at least six coming into the shop, each with their own laptop. You have to gotta be kidding me...6? Do this many people even drink coffee? Mattie thought as he turned to look at the albino who was staring at him expectantly.
"What are you waiting for? Let's get to work."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Back to Lovino~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Stupid Antonio," Lovino muttered under his breath as he entered the courthouse. "I hate his stupid face, his stalkerish eyes, hi-" Being so absorbed in his thoughts, he wasn't paying attention to where he was going and accidentally bumped into someone, causing the stranger to lose his balance and fall to the ground.
"Hey, watch where you're going!" the Italian yelled at the man, who was getting up and dusting off his jeans. "I could've been hurt!"
"You pushed me," the mystery man accused, looking at the brunette quizzically.
"Maybe so, but that was only because you're so darn pushable! It's your own damn fault!"
"I am... pushable?" the man inquired, confused.
"Yeah, I barely tapped you and you basically slammed to the ground. You're like a fucking feather!" the brown-eyed man pointed out.
"A feather. Interesting," the blond stranger said, with an inquisitive expression on his face as if he was contemplating the idea.
"Yeah, whatever. I've gotta go now." Lovino was walking deeper into the courthouse when he felt a hand on his arm.
"What the fuck?" the Italian asked as he turned around to see it was the blond man who was holding him. "Fucking let me go, you pervert!"
"Oh, I'm sorry," the stranger apologized, with a bashful look.
"Why the fuck did you do that?!"
"I am Lukas," the blond explained, with an expressionless face, extending his hand out.
"I'm not going to fucking shake your perverty hand, you bastard!" the brunette cried, slapping the hand away.
"Bastard or Pervert?" Lukas questioned, looking down at the hand that had been denied a proper handshake.
"The fuck, what does that mean?"
"Which am I?"
"Are you asking whether you're a bastard or a pervert?"
"Yes," the blond said, looking up. "I am."
"You're fucking both!"
"Can't be both," the Norwegian argued, shaking his head.
"The fuck? Of you course you can, I just said so! Are you calling me a liar?"
"No. I'm not," the blond denied, shaking his head once again.
"Then what are you saying?"
"Nothing. I'm sorry."
"You should be, you perverty bastard!"
"You wanna date?" the blue-eyed man asked, slightly tilting his head.
"The fuck? Where did the fucking hell did that come from?"
"You're really cute," Lukas complemented, straightening his head.
"What the-?" Lovino questioned, looking around the courtroom frantically. "What's happening here?"
"You wanna date?" the blond repeated.
"What, no! Why the fucking hell would I want to date you?"
"That's a no?"
"Darn right, it is."
"That's too bad."
"No. it's not. I would never date a perverted bastard like you!" The Norwegian pulled out a business card from his pocket and handed it to the brunette.
"Change your mind..." The Italian looked at the card and saw that it was simply a blank white card with black bold letters spelling out the name Lukas and under that, ten numbers producing a phone number.
"The fuck? All it says is your first name and number."
"All you need...," Lukas explained simply, with a shrug.
"No it's not. A real business card would your full name, the address of where you work, or at least the name of where you work, but you have none of those things on here."
"It is irrelevant."
"How? What do you do?" The blond simply shook his head and chuckled. He turned around and started to walk away.
"Call me, Lovino," the blue-eyed man said as he exited the courthouse.
"The fuck I will!" the Italian cried after him. Wait..how did he know my name? He must be a stalker! There's no way I'm ever going to call him. Lovino went up to the clerk and asked for a restraining order form.
"Here you go, Lovino," the clerk said as he handed the Italian the paperwork.
"How the fuck do you know my name? I swear, everyone's a stalker!" the brunette cried as he snatched the papers out of the man's hand. "Maybe I should get one of these for you too!"
"I'm not a stalker, your name's embroidered in your apron." The man explained, pointing at the green-eyed man's chest.
"Oh," the Italian sighed as he realized he was still in his work outfit. "That doesn't matter though, you're just suppose to look at; you don't actually use it. It's just like when you're at a restaurant and your waiter gives you their name. It's just complimentary. It's not like they expect you use it. I mean, have you ever run out of bread and were like, "Kevin! We're out of bread here!"
"I guess you have a point..."
"Yes, I do," Lovino began as he looked at the clerk's name tag. "Bob."
"Whatever," the man mumbled as the barista walked away.
He sat down in the nearest chair, took out a pen from his pocket and began to fill out the form. Okay, let's see... okay so they want my name... wait- they want my address? Why would they want that? They should already have it in their records or something right? What is the meaning of this? Whatever, I'll just skip that for now. Hmmm, let's see, name of responder, I know that. his name is Antonio Car...wait, Carlos? Cargo? Carrot? Jesus Fucking Christ, I already forgot his name! Damn it, how am I going to fill this thing out now! I'm going to have to take this thing home. He arranged all of his papers, got up, and started to walk towards the door when he saw a brunette skipping through the front doors of the courthouse with a picnic basket.
"Feliciano?" the Italian asked. As soon the man recognized his name, he stopped skipping and looked around the courthouse. He paused when he saw his twin brother and smiled.
"Lovino? What are you doing here?" the younger man asked as he approached him.
"I just came to get some papers, what are you doing here?"
"Well, Ludwig had to do some business in the courthouse so I thought I would surprise with picnic lunch," the lighter brunette grinned, simply overflowing with utter and complete joy.
"Oh, I forgot you were dating that potato bastard."
"Don't call him that Lovi, he's really nice to me."
"Why do you date him, Feli? You can do so much better."
"Ve~, don't be like that. Ludwig says you're bitter all the time because you're lonely. Because you never date anyone. Is that true?"
"What?! How dare that potato bastard say that about me! I date all the time. In fact, I already have a boyfriend!"
"Really?" Feli asked surprised. "What his name?"
"Um..." Lovino racked his brain for a response as he put his hand in his pockets. He felt a thin piece of paper and immediately the answer came to him.
"Lukas."
"Lukas? Lukas what?"
"Just Lukas."
"Lukas..." The younger Italian thought about the idea for a moment before nodding his head and squealing in excitement. "That's such a pretty name! When can I meet him?"
"Um... I don't know if you guys should meet. I mean, we not that serious yet."
"Nonsense, you said he was your boyfriend, right? That sounds pretty serious to me."
"I'm no-"
"Oh my, I've got to go, it's already 12:30. Ludwig's lunchbreak will be over in half an hour," the brown-eyed man interrupted glancing at his watch. "Why don't you and your boyfriend meet me and Ludwig for dinner at 8 tomorrow at that new restaurant? Um...what's it called? Oh right, the Mangot."
"I do-"
"Great, I've got to go!" Feli exclaimed as he ran away from him and down a hallway. Well that's just great, Lovino thought as he exited the courthouse. Now I have to call to go on a date with this "Lukas" guy. And how dare that German excuse for a man calls me bitter and lonely? So what if I haven't been on a date lately it's not like I didn't want to or anything, it's just that... no one's asked me. Although he would never admit it anyone (especially to that stupid potato bastard), he had been unusually lonely these days. He normally spent all of his time with either Arthur or Mattie, but they seemed to be getting too busy for him lately. Arthur seemed to be absorbed in his writing classes while Mattie spent most of his time is the kitchen, adamant on the recipe for perfect maple syrup. Now, he spent most of his nights lying in his bed, alone. He never truly longed for anyone to lay beside him though, but how could he? He never had anyone do that before. He wouldn't put himself out there though. His motto was "How could I know what I'm was missing if I never experience it?" It was easier for him that way. Though he had always wondered what it would be like. The idea have someone to come home to, someone who couldn't wait to wake up in the morning just to see him again, Someone who loves me... Maybe that's why he always so hateful towards Ludwig. His brother had someone to love, and more importantly, someone who loved him back. Was it possible that he didn't really detest Ludwig, but just the fact that he loved his brother when no one loved him? Nah, that German's just a potato bastard.
So... what did you think? Please review! (Notice all the exclamation points over there. It means I really want you to review...) Have a Happy New Years guys. Ta ta for now!
