A/N: PLEASE READ! MUST READ! in case i wasn't clear, if you hate a pairing please do not say it, instead please leave. and i have seen cases where they say they do not exist and continue to say it's fake and stupid. seeing as none of this is canon all are considered fake and irrational, but that does not matter because this is the imagination of the fans hence FANFICTION
now that that's out of the way, i would also like to say, nyotalia characters are not replacements. they exist with different personalities and therefore are different to their counterparts ie "i was overwhelmed by heroines" so a little heads up, i use nyo!hungary in this because to me hungary's personality does not fit the story, however when i wrote the rough draft his character was a blank slate. as of the publication of this chapter, nyo!hungary's "personality' is actually somewhat gloomy, or looks it so revisions were made with that in mind. as for his name, i just liked the name, however it will be shortened to Eli so it's less confusing on who it is.
and thank you for continuing to read my fantasy, sorry in advance for any mistakes and i don't read them over after finishing (it gets boring!)
*Chomp*
Crunch. The sound of chewing could be heard. Normally, that would be the sound of someone enjoying their lunch, but in Gilbert's case it's the sound of someone stealing it. With a miffed expression on his face, he complained to the perpetrator in question.
"Hey, that was mine, asshole."
He gave a smirk and continued eating off of Gilbert's lunch box. "Too bad."
Grumbling, Gilbert decided to give up on his chances of having lunch today.
"So, what brings you here, miss Héderváry of the class next door."
"I'm not a woman."
Eliot Héderváry, or simply Eli, is the soccer star of the generation. Athletic and charismatic, he has garnered the attention of the entire school, but only second to the mystery of the albino prince. Nonetheless, famous throughout the school. Currently he was drawing even more unwanted attention to the other.
"Anyway, I want to ask you something about yesterday." Gilbert was skeptical. "I actually heard a rumor of the oh so mysterious Snow Queen. 'She' happened to got asked out again. So, is it true?"
Gilbert grumbled at the title. A befitting title to the queen who rejects all that comes near. But that didn't mean Gilbert himself had to like it.
"Don't call me that." Eli quirked a brow in amusement. "Oh. So you admit to being the Snow Queen." Gilbert's response was only a glare, but Eli laughed it off. "Alright already. So is it true?"
There was an edge of seriousness in his tone, but not enough to let it show through his faux curiosity.
"Even if it did happen, what does it have to do with you?"
He gave it a moment for thoughts. "Nothing really. Just wondering, in this popularity contest, is the mysterious student thing really that tempting, because in reality you're just a sham."
"Well it's not my fault that I'm their fantasy prince."
"You're right," Eli smirked, "because it's definitely not your fault that they can't take a hint."
"I had Arthur reject him for me," Gilbert admitted before his face contorted into a scowl. "What are you smiling about now," he demanded.
"Nothing. Just…nothing." He was lost in thought.
"Whatever, I have better things to do than listen to—" He was cut off by the bell.
"Whoops. Looks like the end of break." Eli had immediately bounced back from his lethargic state, "but before I go, today, let's hang out."
"Oh? And how do you suppose that, mister star of the soccer team."
"Oh, come on. We haven't hung out in a while. Besides, it's only a practice match today. It won't be long. Just wait for me by the field."
Before Gilbert could object, the bell rung and Eli had immediately left the room. Sighing, Gilbert had resumed his daily routine for the rest of the afternoon.
Without anything better to do, Gilbert had decided to actually meet Eli by the school field, but decided against that after remembering he still had practice, even if he told him it "wouldn't be long". He had decided to head to the student council's office instead. As always, the only one in the room was Arthur.
As he entered the room, Arthur had yet to look up from his papers.
"Francis, if that's you, you better be here to actually do some work, otherwise you'll be the one writing these for the whole of next month."
A smile graced Gilbert's porcelain skin as he approached the student president. And immediately from behind, he gave him the start of a lifetime. Arthur yelped in surprise at the sudden action and was ready to lecture the other before the all too familiar laughed reached his ears.
"Sorry, couldn't resist. But to think you'd mistake me for that pervert. It really saddens me, Arthur. And I thought we were best friends too."
Arthur sat down and began rubbing his temple in irritation. "Really, Gilbert, you should know better than to sneak up behind people. And I'm sorry for mistaking you for that damn git, but I really need the help."
Gilbert looked over the papers on the floor. Most of them were reports that needed to be filled out for club funding or student activities that needed to be looked over. On the desk were previous track records of the clubs' funds and activities, however they were scattered everywhere and unorganized. There was a look of sympathy in Gilbert's eyes, and Arthur caught glimpse of it.
"Save it. What I need is help, not sympathy, but thanks for being considerate."
Gilbert gave a second look at the papers around them, and decided that they really need to be organized and decided to clean up the mess. "You really don't have to." Gilbert was stubborn and refused to stop. He had reorganized them by clubs and years leaving the few that Arthur required to continue writing his current report. By the time he had finished organizing it had taken most of an hour. But all was well as Arthur had complimented him in the end.
"Really, Gilbert, this is amazing. I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't helped." Arthur said as he looked at the binder of data. "Really. Thank you."
"Yeah, well I had some free time. But I'm bored now, so I'm gonna go. Don't work yourself to death."
He laughed. "Don't worry, I won't. Cheers."
By the time he had reached the field, the perimeter was surrounded by the student body. Most of the crowd was made up of the female students, but they were pretty mixed as they all watched in awe as Eli was running circles around the field. Gilbert had stood afar from the reach of the onlookers and watched as they entered the last five minutes of the game. He watched as Eli moved freely between his team mates, he looked almost like he was swimming freely in an ocean of green, all the while he listened to the crowd.
"Hey, isn't Eli even more intense today?"
From the corner of his eye, Eli had caught the unmistakeable glimmer of light shinning off of light platinum. Gilbert was watching him. It only made him that much more hyped. With less than half a minute left Eli retrieved the ball and scored the winning goal. He could see the smile that plagued his dreams, quickly followed by an eye-roll and the mouthing of the words "show off".
Practice was over and the crowd had scattered.
"Show off," was the immediate greeting as Eli finally met up with Gilbert.
"Well hello to you too." Sarcasm rolled off his words as he finally greeted the other.
"I thought you said it wouldn't be long."
"And it wasn't. About half an hour or so was cut off. Come on, let's go somewhere else."
"So, where exactly are we going?" Gilbert asked as they finally entered the town at the outer reaches of the school.
"I know how you love your sweets and cute things," Eli explained. "So we're going to the one place where we can be surrounded by it. The ice-cream parlor."
At this Gilbert cocked a brow as if astonished at his simple explanation. "You know me so well," he laughed as they both entered the establishment.
"Welcome!" They were greeted by an eager voice. Upon recognition, Feliciano called out to his school mates. "What are you two doing here?"
"We're on a date," was Eli's quick reply. It easily earned him an elbow.
"You wish. So, is it your day to work today, or are you just covering for Lovino again."
"No. I'm working today. But big brother was just here a little while ago. Do you want some gelato? It's really good today. And we have some freshly baked dolcé too."
Gilbert smiled at the euphoric Italian and continued to talk as Eli looked through the cakes on display.
Each were beautifully decorated. Some with simple designs like sprinkles and whipped cream. Others were more intricate with animal figures. They all looked very tempting, all the more appeasing to the eye. But it didn't take too long for him to decide on which treat.
A chocolate cake with a chocolate glacáge and white chocolate drizzled in zig-zags. Then to top it off, a single two-toned, red and white, centered above a green leaf all made of whip cream. And to make it more unique it was tinged with edible gold dust on the edge of the petals.
Just as the waiter set down the dessert Gilbert had finished with Feliciano and finally settled down in the seat in front of Eli. He eyed the sweet and with the astonishment of Red Riding Hood questioning the Wolf he said, "My, what taste you have, Eli."
"Only for you, Little Red." Was Eli's response. "Now eat up, before I eat it." Gilbert eyes the work of art again.
"So, what made you pick this?"
"Kinda reminded me of you." Eli said without hesitation followed by a snarky remark. "Pretty on the outside, but black on the inside."
"Oh?" Gilbert questioned with intrigue. "And let me guess, the strawberries is the hidden later of my sweet side. How cheesy of you Eli."
Eli smirked. "Only because it's true."
Gilbert had barely taken a bite of it when Feliciano came up from behind asking for their opinion.
"It's really good," he complimented. "Did you make this, Feli?"
He shook his head. "Actually, my brother made it. He said it was based on the person he likes." He had blurted out before realizing his mistake and whimpered. "I wasn't supposed to say that. Please don't tell! I'll do anything!"
"Relax," Gilbert smirked. "I won't tell. But who knew, Lovino could make something like this!"
Feliciano instantly relaxed. "If he puts his mind to it, big brother could do anything!"
Eli wasn't exactly elated that he was being left out of the conversation, but he didn't really mind until Gilbert started giving out compliments. He was starting to get jealous, but behind his poker face you could barely tell he was irritated.
"Well, the cake is nothing compared to Gil's lunch." The bitter feeling practically rolling off his tongue, but Feliciano was clueless to it. "Really? Next time you have to make me some!"
Gilbert smiled as blood flushed his cheeks. "Of course! Anything for you, Feli."
Eli was jealous, but it didn't show as he quietly drank his coffee and watched Feliciano and Gilbert continue chatting away.
Some date this turned out to be.