Just to note: thoughts && foreign languages are written in this format & to note the song lyrics
The pub didn't really have a name, most likely for the fact that one could really come up with a suitable one for it. Owned and operated by Felix Łukasiewicz, nicknamed Poland, who ran it with a girly iron fist. This was the kind of place where scandal was sure to happen, and it did.
All the time.
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Alfred was wrong, he didn't forget. Matthew could tell, the moment he set foot into this place, smoggy from cigarette smoke and the heavy scent of alcohol. Without as much as walking four feet into the room, he was basically tackled down by a very excited Felix. A very loud excited Felix.
"Oh my F-ing God! Like, I swear I have never notice that you have a nice figure! It suits you so~ well! I like what you've done to your hair! It looks prettier pinned up! Who would have known . . ." and it went on like that for twenty minutes before Alfred sneaked up behind Matthew, lifting his matching laced skirt up, making sure to brush his hand against his thighs, earning a shiver from Matthew.
"Alfred!" yelled the blonde drag queen, "What the hell do you think you're doing, eh?"
"Just making sure you put your panties on right"
"A-Alfred, don't do that!" he smiled; I just love it when he blushes.
"You're so cute"
"S-shut up . . ."
"Hey I got an idea let's play a drinking game!"
"OMFG! You totally read my mind, and let's make it interesting. Whoever loses has to sing a song chosen by everyone in the bar!"
"Sound petty good! Matthew you have no comment in this, since you're my bitch for the night. Let's play the game*"
Matthew was gave a confused face. "Oh right you never played it before. The game is: to not think of the game, make any sense?"
"Umm . . . I guess so, but what happens if I think about the game, eh?"
"You lose, so~ drink up Mattie wouldn't want to lose twice this week!"
"Like, let's just rewind back to this for a moment and just cut to the case. You, like totally lost a bet so you have to wear that wonderful piece of work?" asked Poland "wow, if only I was involved in this earlier! Anyway lets, like, totally party!"
The owner dragged them off to the far left corner of the bar where his co-worker Toris Lorinaitis, nicknamed Lithuania, was making drinks. Shots after shots, it was around one in the morning when Felix was noticing things he wouldn't have otherwise if he was sober; this was somehow developed during a strange time in the village, after a certain incident involving a fox, let's leave that to your imagination. Well, well, little Mattie has caught the eye of an admirer how, totally, cute~ he's probably too innocent to even realize it. I wonder what his reaction might be.
Gently grabbing Matthew's silk black sweater he was wearing, he whispered "hey I don't know about you, but I think you're the main attraction tonight"
Matthew, being a little buzzed, humbly whispered back "what (hic) do you (hic) mean?" although he may be a little out of it, but he was still sort of shocked to hear that people are actually noticing. To be brutally honest, you couldn't notice Matthew if he slapped you in the face.
"Well there are a couple of the customers taking glances over here and there, but one of them just won't look away"
"b-but that's not (hic) possible, I'm practically (hic) invisible in this part of town" more like very part of town, he thought, looking away so Poland wouldn't see his flushed cheeks.
Felix smirked.
"If you don't believe me take a look yourself" letting go of the sweater, Felix then launched into a conversation about how the sun would eventually die, before sobbing hysterically on Toris's shoulder. He was still wondering if that really happen or the Absinthe Martini finally got to him.
"Fine I will, eh" hmm . . . that would have a better effect if Poland was actually listening.
Taking a quick look around the whole bar but nothing seemed out of place. There was Sadiq, nicknamed Turkey, stalking little Kiku and Heracles, nicknamed Greece, who was probably flirting with each other. He kept looking around spotting little details, like how the picture on left was slightly tilted, or how some of the tables look very unstable. That's when Matthew started to think, and for a reason unknown he could get very chatty whenever he thinks to himself.
Not much of a shock really, oh there's Raivis he's such a sweetheart but where is the rest of his family, although his brother is a co-worker here? Hmm . . . that's a shame; hopefully he isn't working for that nobleman . . . . Sometime I wonder if its better being poor or being a servant. That reminds me I have to paid rent this week, or that devil of a nobleman is going to evict us, bastard. Well I have no idea what Felix was talking about. . . .
Inhaling in a shaky breathe, feeling the heat burning in his face, Matthew whispered "Je dois être ivre"
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At the far right corner of the bar is where most of the regular customers are having a decent time, some more decent that others.
Kiku Honda, nicknamed Japan, was talking to Heracles about the cat he found in a tree trunk and how he had to dry its fur by stripping off his kimono, and was telling in great detail. Either one of them heard the sound of approaching footsteps, or in this case, the sound of approaching chirps.
"The poor little kitten didn't want to leave the trunk so I left some food and water by it, was that the right thing to do? Heracles-san" Kiku waited for answer but was instead answered by the blank stare of Greece "H-Heracles-san?"
"Tell me again how you dried the kitten. . . "Japan instantly blushed at the request
"How about you get me a beer instead" said a stranger wearing rich-looking clothing, but had what looked like a shredded fedora*. The strange thing about it was that the hat kept chirping and beeping. The couple didn't really respond to the hat wearing stranger, they mostly just stared.
The expression that was slowly forming on the stranger's face was a tie between irritated and I-don't-have-time-for-this look.
"Just get me a fuckin' beer!"
The sudden outburst made Kiku jump a foot in the air before he clumsily searches for a clean glass. After finding one he quickly opened a tap from a cask and gave it to the stranger, saying "Gomen-asai"
"The hell to be sorry for . . . ." mumbled the hatter, to put it frankly the stranger never liked being with the commoners, nor did he like being with anyone in general. Taking a large gulp, he wished there was sort of event taking place, nothing ever happens in this shit-hole of a town. There barely even decent looking girls . . . . . who~ who's that? He nearly dropped the glass of beer as he grab the collar of the Japanese man's shirt, scaring the living daylight out of him.
"Look here, I'm only going to ask this once so you better answer, I want to know . . . who's that blonde in the tight dress?"
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"Alfred. . . ."
"Yes~"
"Is this really necessary?" the position that the two hyper blondes force him to be in made him feel very . . . uncomfortable to be lying on his back, and his skirt kept rising up which wasn't helping neither the little Canadian.
"Of course it is! You just got to relax, that's all"
"But what are you doing behind the counter, and why am I blindfolded?"
"All part of the deal."
"b-but my back is starting to ache . . ."
"Don't worry it all be over soon"
". . . . . oh un dieu . . . . "
"What's with the tone of self-destruction, I promise it'll all be over soon. But you have to swallow—"
"What?!"
"You have to swallow"
"S-swallow what, eh"
"That's a surprise!"
"Alfred I don't know if you notice lately but I don't trust you with my life"
"Come on! It'll be alright, just as long as you swallow which hopefully you've never done before"
"I vraiment don'; t vous aiment à l'heure actuelle"
"Love you too~"
He sighed in defeat. This is going to screw me over, I just know it.
"Okay Mattie! Get ready" putting the opening of the bottle to Matthew's mouth he gently, though hurriedly, poured the mystery liquid in "oh, by the way, tell me if it tastes like pineapple"
A FEW MOMENTS LATER . . . .
"H-hey Alfred (hic) I was wondering w-where you (hic) got that shirt . . . it's so pretty~"
Poland didn't really understand the sight that was in front of him, due to the fact the fact that he had four cocktails, twenty shots, six drafts, and a small glass of wine. It was a miracle he could still stand, let alone figure out what the hell was Matthew doing was doing to Alfred.
"Alfred . . . . You're so cuuuuuuuute~ why are you (hic) so tall though . . . . . eh?"
"Uh . . . Mattie, you okay?"
"Never better!" where at this point he burst into a fit of hysterics "but I don't know about you. You seem very, very, very, very~ (hic) un-okay . . . ."
"No I'm fine, maybe we should head home, and I just realized you can't really hold booze."
"Yes I can! I'm just a little buzzed (hic) no big deal, anyway I was thinking (hic) of this song called Digital Love by Daft Punk*and I remember it having to do with the drinking . . . . "The transvestite didn't finished, frozen with the sudden sense of doom that fell upon him
"Mattie . . ."
"Fuck . . . "
"What!?"
"I just lost the game"
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The stranger wasn't stupid, even if he wasn't the brightest crayon in the box. He knew, no sensed, the sudden tension in the room. It was as though some one's fate had been sealed, or damned. He rather enjoyed this sensation.
das Bumsen. . . This might be an interesting night after all.
"Stranger-san" said Kiku, "would you like another draft?"
"Call me Gilbert"
"As you wish Gilbert-san" the young prince sort of liked the way this commoner talked to him, it made him feel important, more than which he already is. As he reached for the eighth round of beer, a very girly yet somewhat manly voice tried getting everyone's attention.
"Like, hey! I got an important announcement to make, so listen up!" the valley boy waited for everyone to pull their glances over where he was standing upon a bar stood, with amazing balancing skills, before clearing his voice box " thanks~ anyway as owner of this establishment, I have the ultimate ability to mixed things up. So my little friend here has lost a game so she will have the pleasure to sing all you lovely customers a song!" pausing shortly to give a low bow "and in addition to the game, you will have the honor to pick her ballad"
The bar wasn't full but as soon as the announcement was made, the whole place was filled with mummers and whispers. Gilbert didn't know if he wanted to stay to see this spectacle, or if he even wanted to be here period. Usually he would have gone home by now, not stay put in a place like this, nothing here caught his eye. Well . . . except for that girl in that tight dress. God, if I only knew her name. And that Japanese man didn't helped much neither.
"Tch, this place is starting to taint my awesome-ness" he muttered, standing up he headed for the door, as the votes were being collected, but that same voice was calling up again. Gees, What a pair of lungs . . . .
"Well, well, we got a winner! So~ it would be my honor to present the sole loser of the game – Mathea!"
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Matthew wondered what he did to deserve this punishment. Was for the time he accidently kicked a raccoon, well actually it wasn't really an accident, those little rodents just creep him out. But it was all in fair play, you scare a shy Canadian, he kicks you. Oh god that didn't sound right at all. Sighing, Matthew walked over to the piano where Alfred would soon be playing. Je déteste ma vie tellement en Ce moment. . . . my oh my, I put myself through a lot in the past two days, I should probably enjoy myself while I'm at it.
"Okay Al what song am I going to sing"
"Well, Mathea, I'll will be playing the harmony to Somebody Told Me by The Killers, it'll sort of sound like Richard Cheese*"
"Wait didn't I sing this song before? When you were trying to figure out this person's name, what was it, Iggy or . . . something? Then I just randomly started singing, I almost forgot about that, eh"
"I guess you will have an easier time getting into the song, how you feel right now"
"A little light-headed but that would hopefully pass, at least my hiccups are gone"
"Yeah" the two brothers stayed silent hoping for the other to break it, "well you better get ready my lady, after all the show must go on!"
"Unfortunately" Alfred smiled and leans slightly to kiss Matthew on the cheek
"Go knock them dead"
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Gilbert wasn't fuming.
Not him, he refused to even acknowledge the fact that he was green with envy, but what did he have to worry about, he was Prince Gilbert Beilschmidt, Heir to The 'awesome' Prussian Kingdom. Why would he be bitching over a piano player who gave a silly girl a kiss on the cheek? She was just a girl, with golden hair, silky cream-colored skin, violet-blue eyes, a beautiful body shape, not to mention a nice ass . . . . . .
DAMN! Taking a big gulp from his beer, he tried to think of something else, anything, but his mind kept going back to that girl. He blamed Ludwig for this, if he could have gotten his lazy-ass to get him a fucking barrel of beer . . . . He sighed. Let's face it; a man's will is not always as strong as it should be in the right moment, fucking hormones!
"Gilbert-san, what is troubling you?" Said Japan, who was, at the time, refilling the drink of a customer "you seem uneasy"
"Nothing, I was just wondering—"
"About that blonde girl?" the prince nearly choked on his beer
"U-umm. . . . ah . . . not really"
"Then what is upsetting you?"
"Don't worry about it" he said flatly
The Japanese took it as a hint and said, "My deepest apologizes, I should have known better to intrude on other's problems, excuse me" Kiku left the prince to drown in his own sorrow. He just wanted to get that girl out of her mind. What was her name anyway, didn't they announced it just a minute ago? Something that started with an M . . .
"Bumsen, why can't I remember!" yelled Gilbert, unintentionally slamming his fist on the counter startling some of the drinker. After a brief silence, he stood up, then sat right back down, stood up again and walked a few feet before hurriedly sitting back where he was. This repeated itself for fifth-teen minutes, before staying in his seat for good.
"I can't go on like this!" he hissed, feeling absolutely pathetic.
"Then ask"
"What?"
"I'm the owner if this joint. You seemed to be a little flustered, care to share? Oh wow that totally rhyme!" giggled Felix, "by the way, if you want to know her name, ask."
"What the fuck are you talking about?" confused with the sudden arrival of the owner only made him feel even more helpless.
"whoa your kind of dumb, who else would you be shy to meet" giving him a sly grin, Felix order another round of shots, "that is of course if you're even going—"
"I'm not shy to meet anyone!" yelled Gilbert, finally getting the picture "I j-just don't know what to say"
"That's a pretty good excuse"
"Shut up"
"No need to get snarky, you should just go over there and ask, beside weren't you listening to my announcement?"
"Err . . . sort of"
The valley boy sighed, shaking his head in disappointment, "tough luck then!" standing up, he grabbed all ten shot glasses, basically juggling them, when Gilbert reached out to tug on his sleeve.
"Look . . . I was thinking . . . if you could ask her name . . . . For me . . . please" adding the last part in hopes to convince the owner to do his binding. The young prince wasn't used to asking for favors or request. Things just happen whenever he wanted it to.
"well why don't you ask her at the end of the show, that'll teach ya' not to listen to me"
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The piano played softly at first, skilled hands danced along the keys making the room stand still, after all, the show was about to begin. Alfred thought, wow those piano lessons at Roderich's house really paid off!
Matthew was sat on the piano, looking at his brother for encouragement, who only gave him a nod; he took a deep breath before starting in a smooth tone.
Breaking my back just to know your name
Seventeen tracks and I've had it with this game~
I'm breaking my back just to know your name
But heaven ain't close in a place like this
anything goes but don't blink you might miss~
He started swaying to the rhyme of the song, tapping his foot to very beat. Though the young prince saw the irony in the lyrics he couldn't help to tap his finger on the counter to the beat as well.
Cause heaven ain't close in a place like this
I said heaven ain't close in a place like this
Bring it back down, bring it back down tonight
Never thought I'd let a rumor ruin my moonlight
He stopped briefly for effect then continued
Well somebody told me
You had a boyfriend
Who looked like a girlfriend
That I had in February of last year
It's not confidential
I've got potential
The drag queen started to slowly brush at his skin, trailing it down from his chest to his higher thighs. Not giving any thought to the impression he was making on a certain red-eye hatter.
Ready? Let's roll onto something new
Taking its toll and I'm leaving without you~
I'm ready, let's roll onto something new
'Cause heaven ain't close in a place like this
I said heaven ain't close in a place like this~
Bring it back down, bring it back down tonight~
Never thought I'd let a rumor ruin my moonlight
One of the pins was starting to bug him. So he just let his hair down, shaking it loose as he slightly touched the exposed skin on his neck in small motions, getting him whistles from the crowd. Gilbert stared in awe, wondering if she even knew how suggestive that looks.
Well somebody told me
You had a boyfriend
Who looked like a girlfriend
That I had in February of last year
It's not confidential
I've got potential
A rushin', a rushin' around
Matthew hopped off the piano and leaned against the wall, swinging his hips in such a matter that it was almost spellbinding. Gilbert's crimson eyes followed the movement of those curves not realizing the raising heat that was beginning to travel to his southern vital regions.
Pace yourself for me
I said maybe~ baby please~
But I just don't know now~
When all I wanna do is try
Tapped twice at the last word, and started walking off to the direction of the audience, where he pass by them, brush their hair or faces and in the case of Gilbert, sit on them. The sudden contact from the one person he had wanted to meet this whole night sent chills down his spine. It didn't help the prince much neither when Matthew started to rub his lower thigh.
What a tease he thought, as the not-so-shy boy gracefully made his way back to pianist's side.
Somebody told me
You had a boyfriend
Who looked like a girlfriend
That I had in February of last year
It's not confidential
I've got potential
A rushin', a rushin' around~
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Grabbing the tip of his skirt, he gave a small curtsy to crowd as the whole place cheered with shouts and whistles, making Matthew blush as he gestured to Alfred who stood up and bowed as well. Poland, who was still applauding, was standing on a barstool again, he said "well, wasn't that an act that can't be beat! Anyone for an encore~" he was answered by a round of applause.
A look of renewed horror was plastered on Matthew's face as he hoped that wasn't the case. Alfred couldn't avoid the laughter that building up inside, the transvestite sent a glare in his directon.
"Relax! I was totally just kidding, that is unless the customers ask for one" everyone cheered louder this time.
"F-Felix!"
"Okay, okay that is all for the night! You can stick around but nothing else is going to happen, so drink up!" he jumped off and landed on Toris, who was trying to get him down in the first place.
"Felix! I told you, don't go on the barstools when you had a cask worth of booze in your system!"
"Aw! ~ you so totally love me!" At that point he started to kiss and nip at Toris's neck, getting him whimpers and soft moans from him. "Let's head back to my place~" he purred.
Toris responded with a nod and quickly rushed out, Felix still in his arms, before shouting "Alfred lock up for me please!"
"No problem!" Alfred shouted back, well that was interesting. "Come on! Mathea we have a bar to take care of"
"We might as well" said a very tired cross-dressing blonde, grabbing a rag from a table he handed it to Alfred, "wipe the tables please, I'm heading home."
"What! Your leaving me alone, in a bar, filled with deranges drunks, where anyone of them could easily rip my shirt off—"
"Okay! I'll stay for your protection, just no more details, eh"
"Of course you will, but I'll be doing the protecting since I'm the hero!"
"Yeah whatever" the tired Canadian covered his yawn as he walked behind the counter to give a regular a drink. Three hours passed since the performance and the place was almost empty, during the whole time Matthew had been getting compliments and number from those who stayed around long enough to meet the mysterious young woman who suddenly appeared before them. It was all flattering and somewhat charming since Matthew never gotten attention like this, he sort of wished it could always be like this – minus the dress.
As the rest of the customers left, there were a few people still hanging around but Alfred had enough drinks and chats to last him for weeks. "Alright people it's time to head home!" he was answered by grunts and murmurs "Come on you guys! It's four in the morning and I'm tired let's get a move on!"
The few drunks started to stand, and head for the doorway without bumping into one another, Alfred was standing by the door holding it open, when the last of them left he called "Mathea! We got to go home . . . . Hey while you're near the counter can you wake that guy up!"
Matthew was cleaning the glasses when he barely noticed a man in nice looking clothes wearing a messed up hat, which had a chick sticking out of it. "Umm . . . yeah sure it'll take just a second."
Putting the glass down he wondered, why haven't I noticed this guy, I mean he has a baby chick in his rip up hat, but by the way he dresses he's probably not a local. . .
"Excuse me sir but I need you wake up—"
"Sorry I dozed off, wow~ you're really pretty. . ." the hatter was holding Matthew's hand before he kissed it, "may I ask what your name is?"
Blushing madly he whispered "M-Matt—"
"Mathea!" the transvestite looked in the direction of the sound, Alfred was getting impatient.
"I'm sorry but we have to go . . ."
"That's alright, but I wished we could have talked a little longer," said the hatter, "how about we go out some time?"
"Umm . . . I d-don't know about t-that . . . we s-should—"he was silenced by a pair of lips that met with his own. Not knowing what to do he slightly open his mouth to protest, giving the hatter access to roam his heated mouth. This lasted until both were breathless; panting the Hatter said "I'll take that as a 'yes', oh and by the way, my name is Gilbert" and left him a smile on his face.
The prince thought to himself, I finally did it! Take that owner of this joint!
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A/N:
Yay~ its my second chapter! & I'll like to thank those who have reviewed and gave me motivation to continue this Fanfic
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Time to explain some things:
Fedora – it's a type of hat
The Game – is very simple. Here are the rules:
RULE 1: You are playing The Game.
RULE 2: Whenever you think about The Game, you lose.
RULE 3: Loss must be announced.
Digital Love by Daft Punk – it reminds me of the game
Richard Cheese - did a cover of the song used, look it up on YouTube.
Translations:
Je dois être ivre – I must be drunk
oh un dieu – oh god
I vraiment don'; t vous aiment à l'heure actuelle – I really don't like you at the moment
Das Bumsen/Bumsen – the fuck
Please review & thanks for reading~
Also sorry if I missed some things
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