A/N:
To all who read and follow my story; Thank you very much. I'm glad that you continue to read and I'm glad that you like my story.
Due to some reviews, it has come to my attention, {I sound so prim :3} that I do not write very well. Thank you for your constructive criticism! I really needed it. {If that sounds sarcastic, it's not :$} Please keep reviewing and commenting on what I am doing well and what I need to work on.
I tried to have more explanatory stuff so I didn't leave it all to your imagination as well as facial expressions...I hoped it worked...
Well thank you for your support and enjoy~
"Ivan I'm not quite sure about this..." Madeline trailed off. She wasn't so confident in walking into a room full of weird people. What if they made fun of her for her clothes? She wasn't that pretty. What if she was nothing compared to other girls? Would they catch Ivan's attention? Maybe he already liked someone.
Madeline had actually noticed the way Ivan would look at Emilie* the way he always does. She didn't like it. She was very jealous but it wasn't like she could give her relationship with Ivan her all.
In addition, Emilie was prettier and smarter than Madeline; that's what she thought at least. She also acted like a girl should. No sports and the only interest being Fashion. Madeline just thought Emilie was way better.
"I-Ivan, may I ask you a question?" Madeline looked at Ivan as he began to park the car.
"Da of course." Ivan replied as he furrowed his eyebrows due to Madeline's tone.
"Why is it that you look at Emilie all the time?" Madeline mumbled past her breath as she bit her red nail polished nail.
Ivan froze a bit. How had Madeline noticed he looked at her? A light blush dusted Ivan's face. He didn't want to answer that question. Nope, not at all. He didn't feel comfortable with explaining his motives for such actions.
Ivan kept quiet; no words left his mouth as he hung his head in utter shame. Madeline, on the other hand, untied her seat belt and then she lay back on the dark leather seat; she couldn't tell what colour it was. Her indigo- violet eyes were diverted to the black roof of the car.
"You can tell me. I mean, it's not like I'll hate you." Madeline decided to start the conversation.
"Madeline, I don't like Emilie." Ivan replied. His amethyst eyes were hidden behind his silvery-blonde hair. He didn't want to continue with such an awkward conversation.
"Then...Then why do you always stare at her?" She mumbled past her watermelon pink lips.
Ivan sighed heavily. He just couldn't bring himself to say it- but he had to.
"The way I look at her is nothing compared to the way I look at you." He lifted his head and looked into Madeline's eyes.
"So why do you continue to stare at her? She's my cousin and all, but, it makes me feel like I'm not enough." Her eyes dulled with slight pain as she admitted it out loud.
Ivan had known that Emilie and Madeline had been cousins ever since he found out Madeline ever even existed, a cousin from her mother's side. But he had always had a small crush towards Emilie since freshman year. He'd always admire her from afar. But it wasn't something serious.
Emilie was considered 'all that', if you know what is meant. She was what every boy wanted, of course Alfred and Francis would never get her- they were cousins, and that also meant they never looked at her in such impure way. She was also the most popular girl in school. She had four followers- if you may call them such-; Starting with the Vargas twins, Lovina and Feliciana, Alice was second last- Miss British aristocrat. And last- but certainly not least- Consuelo Carriendo; whom happened to be Antonio's Colombian cousin.
Anyway, Ivan continued to sit silently. He didn't say a word nor did he think about what to say. He just sat still.
"Ivan, I just want to know, it's not like I'm asking you if you want to marry her." Madeline grew a bit impatient. Why couldn't he just tell her? It wasn't like she cared what he thought of Emilie- she lied to herself. Could Ivan just spill it out already?
"Yes I know..." Ivan bit his bottom lip as if he didn't want to talk. "I-I just... Well... Maddie, can we please not bring her up?" He couldn't just tell her. The only reason he looked at Emilie was because Emilie put herself out there- not too much though. She was too clever to let herself be too exposed. Emilie was just very well developed, and she knew that- that's why she used it to her advantage. While Madeline, on the other hand, hid herself. She didn't want anyone to look at her because it made her very uncomfortable- that was why Ivan never got his courage to look at her in such unsanitary way.
"B-But I just want to know..." Madeline mumbled. She didn't want to be loud about it because it felt like it was a subject she shouldn't touch upon, but she wanted to know. She needed to know.
In addition, it wasn't like she was jealous or anything, right? She just wanted to know if she was good enough or not.
"Madeline, you are more than enough for me. I just adore everything about you, but... Emilie... I don't like Emilie like I like you. Emilie is just... there. She's a distraction...But you... you're different." It took Ivan a long time to finish.
"I'm different?" Madeline turned her head over to Ivan
"Da, you are, yet different in a great, amazing, and lovely way." Ivan assured in return. He lay back onto the dark leather seat as well. He sighed and relaxed a little. He finally got it out- indirectly that is.
"Ah, I see... Okay." The strawberry blonde haired female smiled before opening the door. "This is it right?" She pointed at the house which blared music into the chilli May evening.
"Da." Was all Ivan mumbled before following behind her.
Madeline walked up the interlocking bricked driveway on her way to the rather big house. Her heels had been taller than she expected, but you know, it was just for one night. She wasn't really a heel person.
As Madeline got to the door she was hesitant. What if people made fun of her?
Ivan reached the door and stood beside Madeline. "Are you ready?" He asked. In return Madeline took a couple of deep breaths and nodded lightly.
"It's okay, you'll be just fine." Ivan assured and pecked her forehead.
He then slowly opened the door.
A/N: Okay there are a couple of things in this fic;
*Emilie = Monaco {In my opinion, since Monaco is a country known for Casinos and such stuff, I thought she would be good as a "Queen Bee" and she also seems posh, But again it is just my opinion. Yet I do like how people portray her to be Smart and so on...}
Lovina and Feliciana are the Italy twins... as you all know :$
Consuelo Carriendo= as is explained is Colombia. I didn't want to say she was Antonio's sister so I thought that she would be more of a cousin. {I, myself, am Colombian and so I wanted to incorporate it in there somewhere. My bother came up with the idea of her being a Trola [ Meaning girly girl... I'm not really sure how to explain it...] She met the Italy twins through Antonio resulting in friendship and blah blah blah.}
Now, you may wonder why Alice is in that little group... I see her as a VERY posh/prim person and so she met Monaco like that and just deals with everyone else...
*Note* Francis, Michelle {Seychelles}, and Emilie are all Madeline and Alfred's cousins.
Warnings:
No real warnings...but here are some of the ships...
RusCan {Of course xD}
Mentioned:
PruHun {My personal Favourite!}
Spamano {There isn't a good story with some Spamano is there?}
USUK {Okay, personally, I don't really like their ship but it's for the sake of the story!}
FrancexJeanne {Okay, okay okay... I ADORE this paring. Of course she is not going to die...Or will she? O.O...Nah she won't.}
TurkeyxUkraine {They're cute :$}
BelarusxLithuania {Don't ask why... I just don't want Belarus everywhere!}
I believe that is all for now...Though on the next update if I missed anything just tell me so.
I was thinking if you wanted to know the characters' ages and grades, and if so, please tell me so that I can do that
Chao for now~