So, I know it seems like this story has no plot, but it actually does. I have some cool ideas for new chapters, and I'm going to try to fit all my favourite pairings into this. Reviews, people! I need ENCOURAGEMENT! And yeah, there's going to be a lot of GerIta in this story, 1) because I love them, and 2) because Germany is Prussia's brother. Also, don't ask why China is a girl. I just wanted Prussia to have a girl friend, and I thought of China first.
x Rachel
A high-pitched bell rang throughout the classrooms.
"YES!" I yelled, punching the air as I scrambled out of my seat.
'Why are you always so eager to leave this class on Mondays, Gillian?" said my English teacher, smiling mildly.
"Oh, don't take it personally, miss," I assured her. "It's just that this is my last class, and I love the end of the day, y'know? It's awesome!" I slung my bag over my back, and, in my eagerness to get out of the door, crashed in Roderich, and we both tumbled to the floor of the crowded corridor.
"Ouch," I said softly, rubbing my head.
"Here," came a voice, and I looked up to see the Austrian, who had picked himself up. He was holding out a hand, obviously trying to help me up, staring at me with huge violet eyes. I went pink, and held out my hand, and he pulled me up. When I was standing, he crouched down and picked up the books I had dropped. He then straightened up, tall and slim, and handed me the books, smiling.
"Vere's your tutor class?" he asked, in a soft voice. I fumbled for my schedule, and said, trying to stop hyperventilating, "306."
"I'm 305!" he laughed. "Come on, I'll carry your books there for you. Listen, I'm sorry about zat, I really didn't mean to knock you over," he apologised, taking my bag off me, and slinging it over his shoulder. I grinned.
"No, that was my fault. I guess I was just excited to be out of class. I hate English. Seriously, when am I ever going to need to use essay-style paragraphs? When I grow up I want to be a-," Here I broke off, hesitating.
"Vat do you vant to be, Gil?" asked Roderich curiously.
"I want to be powerful," I whispered. "I get sick of everyone having their own native countries, and I'm always pushed to the side by Ludwig. I want to break off, to be myself, not Ludwig's little sister. I want to create my own country. Mad, I know," I said, laughing dismissively, "but it's been my dream since Ludwig started school, and all anyone could talk about was how perfect he was compared to me. I'm a bit weird."
"No," said Roderich, his eyes big. "That's a really cool dream, Gil. I want to be a professional pianist when I'm older, but that's not a really ambitious dream. If you do make your own country, call me. I'll get Austria to form an alliance with you!" He smiled broadly as we reached the door to my class.
"That would be cool," I nodded. "I've gotta go, so I'll see you tomorrow!"
"OK. Here's your bag. Bye Gillian!"
I would have skipped into class if that wasn't so stupidly girly. Francis and Antonio spotted me from the back of class, and waved me over.
"Antonio!" I yelled, spotting my friend for the first time since I saw him with Lovino this morning. "I, um, saw you with a friend this morning," I said, grinning mischievously, and Antonio smiled guiltily. "Well done, dude! That's how friends of the awesome me should go about things!"
"Didn't we tell you, mon cher?" smirked Francis. "So, is he a good kisser?"
"Francis," hissed Antonio, scarlet. "Shh!"
"Just asking."
"Well then, yes. Oh, I love him so much! I'm so happy right now I could sit in Mr Greer's ICT class for four hours and still feel this happy!" burst out Antonio, pulling me and Francis into a tight hug. I was glad to see the Spaniard so bright and cheerful, back to his usual self.
"Well, I've got news too!" I added in.
"Come on then," said Antonio, turning to me with an interested look on his face. "What is it?"
"Well, I was coming out of English class and I happened to bump into Roderich!" Francis suddenly began to pay more attention, like he did every time I mentioned my love life (god, that sounds so stupid). "Um, actually, I mean that literally. So I was lying on the floor, and he held out his hand and pulled me up, and then walked me to the door, and I think he likes me, cause I started blabbing and he actually listened and-," Here Francis stopped me.
"Did he kiss you?"
"What? No, you perv."
"Then we still have work to do," said Francis, giggling. "You want me to call up Feliks for a makeover?"
"What!" I exploded. "A MAKEOVER? Do I look like that kind of girl to you?"
"No, and maybe that's the problem," Francis smirked. "I promise, you'll look tres magnifique when he's finished. And Tonio will make paella! Right Tonio?" Antonio nodded, and I melted. It was very hard to resist the Spaniard's paella. "Okay, but I'm not wearing make-up."
About an hour later, we were all in Antonio's bedroom, me, Francis, Antonio, Feliks and Toris, Feliks's boyfriend. He was sitting on the bed swinging his legs, sitting next to Antonio, who was texting Lovi furiously. Francis stood next to me, hands on hips, watching as Feliks looked me up and down. I was sitting on a chair facing Antonio's bedside mirror.
"So, like, I know what'll look good on you, but I totally want it to be a surprise. Tonio, pass me that bandana, will you?" called Feliks. "Wha-," I started, before my eyes were covered with a green bandana.
"Don't worry, it'll be fine," assured Feliks, and I groaned and sat still. Why were my friends such loonies?
I sat still while Feliks snipped at my hair and painted my toenails. I heard him pick out clothes, and push me into the bathroom, and, still blindfolded, I pulled on the clothes he had chosen. When I came out, I heard gasps, and Feliks pulled off my bandana. I headed towards the mirror, but he held me back. "Put these in," he said, handing me two contact lenses.
"Huh?"
"Trust me, it'll look totally good."
I slid the contacts onto my eyes, blinked, and ran for the mirror; I gasped.
My usual scruffy hair had been cut neat, and straightened into pretty silver bangs in front of my face, that Feliks had pulled out of my eyes with two violet hairclips. I was wearing a slim black T-shirt, and a pair of denim skinny jeans, with purple pumps on my feet. My face had been washed, so I looked cleaner and healthier than usual. And my eyes… the contacts were fantastic. Instead of cold scarlet staring back at me, I saw dark blue eyes. Feliks appeared behind me, grinning.
"So? It's totally perfect, right?" he said, looking smug.
"It's awesome!" I yelled, hugging him tightly. Lovino had appeared at some stage, and even he looked impressed. He and Antonio were sitting hand in hand, and I could see Antonio was dying to get Lovi on his own.
"Guys, come on, let's go set the table. Toris, I really want to see those drawings you were working on in maths," I grinned, elbowing the Lithuanian boy, who went pink. "They aren't very good," he mumbled.
"Nonsense!" beamed Francis, seeing what I was doing. "If they're good enough, you could show them to Feli! He's an artist too."
"Yeah, like, I think they're brill," smiled Feliks, slipping his arm through Toris's. We walked out, and I saw Antonio shoot a grateful look in my direction.
I got home at about ten, after dropping Feliks and Toris off at Feliks's place. Francis had whined to Arthur on the phone for a while, but eventually come to the conclusion that the Brit wasn't going to come pick him up, and taken a taxi home. Antonio had begged Lovi for ages, but Lovino had initially refused to stay; however, when Tonio moaned at him for the thirtieth time, he gave in, and yelled at the Spaniard.
"Fine! I'll stay, happy?"
"Of course," grinned Antonio, grabbing his boyfriend and pulling him into a tight hug.
I reached the door, and knocked loudly.
"Who is it?" came West's voice from the other side.
"It's me, Gil," I said. "I lost my keys, remember? Let me in, this is my house as well, you know."
West opened the door, and his usually narrow eyes widened upon seeing me. I grinned.
"Like it?"
"Vat did you do to yourself? Vat happened to your eyes, and your hair, and since ven do you vear hairclips?" burst out West. I slipped underneath his arm, which was leaning against the wall, and hung up my coat on the wall.
"The blue eyes are contacts, Feliks cut my hair, and Toris suggested the hairclips," I said casually. "It's looks awesome, right?"
West was still staring at me in shock. He shook his head. "Sorry. Ja, it looks cool. It's just, I've known you from a baby, and you've always had red eyes," he said, frowning. "Don't vurry though, I'm sure Roderich vill love it." I went red, and he laughed.
"Actually," I said, regaining myself. "I wanted to talk to you about a similar subject, named Feli." West went bright red, and frowned. "I told you, he's just a friend-,"
"West, give it up," I grinned. "I know you love him to pieces, so stop trying to hide it. The thing is, West, what are you going to do about it?"
"Nothing," my brother whispered miserably, his face changing from embarrassed to pained. "He and his family are the strongest Christians in the village, and I know they don't approve of gays. But," he broke off and sat down, near tears, "I still love him. Vhy, Gil? I know ze facts, and I still love him. I can't do this anymore." West broke down completely here, sobbing into crossed arms, hiding his face, and I sat down next to him and put my arm over his shoulders.
"Oh, West," I said softly. "He loves you too. He smiles the most around you, he has forty million pictures of you in his sketchbook, and he talks about you all the time to his brother. You know why he hugs you so much? Because he loves to touch you, to be near you. He loves you, West, no-one else," I finished, pretty pleased with myself.
Elizabeta was right. Francis was rubbing off on me.
"You sure?" asked West, his face completely tear-stained. God, love was so messy. Maybe it's a good thing Roderich doesn't like me.
"Definitely," I nodded.
"OK then," said Ludwig, determined. "I- I'll ask him tomorrow. Ja. Now you've got to get to bed quick, before mom and dad get back."
"Aren't I the oldest?" I complained.
"Your birth certificate says so, but I have a feeling zere's a typo somevere on it."
I grumbled, and ran off to my bed. That's where I am now, writing this. You know, I am such a good matchmaker. Maybe my new look will help me out tomorrow with my own romantic life. Romantic life? I'm becoming a girl. Maybe I need another year at military school, to straighten me out…
Nah. I'm too awesome to go back there.
Reviews are greatly appreciated.