No this is not an update. (sorry to burst your bubble)
Chapter 3 has been edited and revised! (edit by Yanatta)
02/22/12
A/N:
Yay, new chapter!
The next few chapters won't be a quick update b/c I only got up to chp. 4
But anyway, enjoy :D
"Come on Matthew, you're going to be late for school." My Mother says, walking in with her shirt half button. Chewing on pancakes, I nearly choke from laughing.
"Look who's talking." I say, licking syrup from the corner of my mouth. My Mother gives me an annoyed look, then giggles and takes out her lipstick.
"Well I'm not going to school." She says, giving me a raspberry.
Father walks in, struggling with his tie.
"Honey…" he trails off. She looks over and sighs. Mother walks over and readjusts Father's tie, giving him an irritated look. He gave her a nervous smile then kisses her forehead.
"Now Matthew, do you have your Subway pass?" Father asks.
"Yeah," I say. "It's in my pocket." I pat my pants pocket.
"Don't lose it Matthew." Mother said, smoothing Fathers shirt.
"Oh and don't-"
"I know, I know. Don't talk to strangers and stuff." I said.
Father walks over the kitchen and opens the fridge. Wiping my mouth, I grab my jacket and bag. I kiss Mother on the cheek and sneakily stole Father's creamed bagel.
"I'm leaving." I announce, putting on my shoes. Father gasps.
"Damn it, my bagel." Laughing, I took a bite of the bagel.
"Bye." I said, and began walking.
I wasn't still used to my new neighborhood. It was much noisier and crowded then the last one, but still in a city area. As I walk farther away from the apartment, the streets began to get busy with people. Most of them were wearing suits, but my eye caught an occasional student.
Walking down the stairs to the subway, I saw that it was more crowded. Sighing, I squeeze my way through. Sliding my pass into the machine, I rush to my train, which came a few seconds after.
The train I was in was especially crowded. Every time the train made a movement, I would bump into someone. After a few small stops, I could actually loosen up. As I took a bite of my bagel, I flip my phone open. A few more hours and I'll get to my new high school.
The uniform was decent looking. I was wearing a dark grey blazer, with the edges with a thin grey fabric sowed on. It had big collars and simply two golden buttons. The left side of the blazer had a pocket and the school's crest, which was a Saber-toothed tiger. Underneath, I wore a white button down shirt and a gold and burgundy stripped tie, the school's colors. The pants were regular khakis pants, so I was wearing semi tight pants. Learning from my early middle school years, baggy pants looked hideous against my skinny body. I didn't know if they had a uniform code for shoes, but I just wore my beat up red converse high tops.
I heard it was actually nice, my new school, which was called Hetalia Academy, is much more prestigious then my last one, but it can't be anything different since I haven't made a drastic moving. There were also a few more schools with the title Hetalia. I swallow hard, memories of my old school swarming out. My heart starts beating.
Calm down… I thought.
No need to remember…
Bing! "Next stop -"
After a few stops the doors opens and all at once, everyone rushes out. I ran up the stairs just in case if they trample over me. The city and their trains never make a good couple. I frown and continue walking. At least it was a little calmer here. I took out my phone again.
A few more minutes.
"So you're the new student?" The guy at the desk asks. He scratches his scruffy beard. I nod in reply.
"You're a little late to be in here." He says.
"Oh sorry I took-"
"No, not that," he says, interrupted me. "Why weren't you here in the beginning of school?" he asks. I look around for anything that had his name, but there was nothing to be found.
"Well, sir, I moved in late and-"
He nods. "Uh-huh…okay. Your class is in the second floor and," He turns to look at the computer. "You teacher is Mr. Wade." He yawns, handing me a piece of yellow paper, which had my information on.
I thanked him for the directions and walked up the stairs. Inside looked decent enough. The halls were more spacious.
Let's hope I'm not late. Damn trains were crowded when I got here. I twist the handle and strut in. Everyone was just settling in and Mr. Wade was writing on the board.
"Ah yes?" He asks. He pushes up his fashionable glasses and set the textbook he was holding, down. I clear my throat and hand him the yellow paper. He scratches his arm as he read. He was probably finished, because he was looking at me.
"You Matthew?" He asks, pointing.
Obviously.
The class was quiet for a moment, curious of the new student. He walks over to the front of the class, sitting on top of his desk.
I nod. "Yes sir."
He cleared his throat and gestured me to come over here. I walk by him and he pats my back.
"Class, this is Matthew Williams, your new classmate."
I felt awkward to be in the center of attention. They all look at me and I see some people whispering. I'm a little angered that some of the boys wore patterned or colored collar shirts. A few girls caught my eye, and when they saw me, they smile.
"Hey." I said, smiling. Some of the girls wave back, giving me a flirty smile.
Hmm, I think I'm getting off to a good start.
"Now," he claps, and then rubs his hands.
"You can sit by…." Mr. Wade trails off.
Mr. Wade goes back to the chalk board. I try not to give him a confused look.
"You can sit by that sleeping fellow over there." He says, practically yelling. Mr. Wade aims the chalk at the back of the classroom and it hits a student who looks like he was sleeping. The boy jolts right up, startled by the chalk. A few giggles followed.
I'm slightly taken back by his eyes. His eyes were an unusual color to be on a human, likewise myself. From his 'nap' I presume, his eyes glisten like a jewel, an Amethyst jewel to be exact. His hair was short, but with slightly long bangs in between his eyes, and that also was an uncommon color. It was more like...oatmeal, cinnamon oatmeal. His skin was pail and a pink scarf was wrapped around his neck.
"Sorry to disturb your precious sleep Ivan, but I would like to introduce Matthew to you." Mr. Wade said, sarcastically. Ivan rubs his eyes and looks at me. Still looking sleepy, he gives me a small smile.
He looks somewhat cute, with his cheeks flushed...
I mentally slap myself.
Stop it...
Don't start the same problems again.
I look at Mr. Wade and he nods. I walk to the desk near him and look at Ivan.
"Da, hello Matvey, my name is Ivan."
He had a foreign accent and I'm slightly confused at how he pronounced my name.
"H-hey, nice to meet you." I smile back at him.
I guess I'm doing okay. I made a few friends, and the girls were talking to me a lot. I was kind of giddy but also nervous that they would want to. I mean, what's so special about me? I was usually ignored like I was invisible.
"Looks like the girls like you." An Italian named Feliciano said. He was a nice kid who really liked pasta.
I shook my head. "I don't see why they would."
His brother, Lovino, or how others liked to call him Romano, elbowed me. "Who knew you were a player."
"Playing who?" I ask, clueless.
The group of boys laughs.
"You're so naïve. Obviously when you first came here, the les filles were smiling and talking to you." Francis said with his French accent.
I shrug. "I fine that normal. I was okay with other girls in my old school."
Francis smirks and leans in. "Alors, qui trouvez-vous belle?" he asks, half whispering, his French slipping out.
Understanding every inch of word he said in French, I immediately blush.
"L-like who?" I repeat nervously. This was making my uncomfortable. I like no one at the moment, but what if they find out my secret?
"English please Francis, no one understands French." the German boy, Ludwig said. He was a very serious person but he seems to be slightly relaxed when Feliciano dragged him over to the group. The group got louder. Some were frustrated and some were laughing. I give them an uneasy smile and they push me playfully.
"So who do you find beautiful?" Francis repeats, a smirk on his face.
Who did I think was cute? The class had an even amount of boys and girls. I thought for a while.
"Well I think Lilli is cute…." I say, blushing. Lilli is a very sweet girl but had a short haircut like a boys'.
The group roar in disapproval.
"Mon amour ne, Lilli is well...bland." Francis said in disapproval. I guess she would be a regular girl in our class. To me, I feel like most of them don't have an identity at all.
"I don't see anything wrong with her."
Well, she is good looking. It's not like love at first sight or anything, not even love at all. Besides, I was lying. I haven't found anyone I was attracted to yet.
Yet…
"Well, who do like?" I ask them. Immediately, it was quiet. The group of boys all look at each other, as if they were telepathically speaking.
"Well, we all know Katyusha is hot." One answers.
Katyusha was more of a mature girl. She was Ivan's older sister, in senior year. I guess the guys all like her is because of her chest. I mean, it's the size of a roll of two cataloes.
That's what they're into? I mean the regular guys. I guess they like the 'TV star' type of girls. It makes me disappointed in them. What about all the other girls? How come they don't get a chance? Like Lilli for example, yeah she's not drop dead gorgeous but once you get to know her, looks wouldn't matter, right?
Father told me to go back to his workplace after school. He works with Pre-schoolers. I haven't been very good with kids. Especially thinking back, they really mess up Father. I mean, they ruin his shirt, his papers and drive him mad. In the end, he still says he loves working with kids. There was something about that, it made me admire him more.
The daycare isn't quite bad. The secretary smiles and asks why I was here.
"Oh, I'm here to see my Father-"
"Are you Matthew?" she, smiling.
I nod, but confused on how she knows my name. The secretary clasps her hands together and tilts her head.
"Oh, how sweet! I never knew Mr. Williams had such a cute son!" she glees.
Weird.
Does Father talk about me? If so, why would a total stranger like her be so comfortable talking to me? Blushing, she told me where he was, and waves. I guess I should steer away from her as much as possible.
Not even a little crack and I could hear the screams and yelling. Father should really commit suicide. Opening the door, a kid rushes past me.
It was a mess. Some kids were quietly drawing but others ran around, mostly the boys. I caught a boy stuck up crayons in his nose and a little girl cooing in disgust.
"Hey Matthew! How was school?" My Father asks, smiling. Really, this job for Father is a mystery.
"It was fine." I say.
A girl was tugging on Father's suit. He turns to her and kneels down. She was really cute, with lavender eyes, a small chunky face and a big ribbon tied at the top of her long oatmeal hair. She wore a dress that seems too out of this century, with lots of ribbons and frills at the bottom. Doesn't Ivan have the same hair color?
"Yes Natalia?" He says sweetly.
"Mr. William, who's that?" She asks with an accent, looking at me with a blank expression.
I can't help but smile. She's cute! Natalia hold a piece of paper and rubs her nose.
"Oh this is my son Matthew. Matthew, this is Natalia." He says, introducing us.
"Hi there Natalia." I say in a baby voice.
She smiles and goes back to her seat. My Father turns to me and shrugs his shoulders.
"I have to wait till all the parents come here, so it might be a while." He says, patting my back.
Oh goody, staying here with these kids. I look around to sit, and the only normal size chair was Fathers'.
Great.
I drop my bag by the door and take a seat by Natalia. My legs can't fit under the table! She's coloring a picture of two people. Natalia can really ask a lot of questions.
"When were you born?" She asks.
"I was born in June, in the summer." I reply blandly.
"I hate the summer, it's too hot. But playing in the pool is fun." She says, humming.
Minutes by minutes, each child slowly leaves. Natalia is the only one left. I examine her picture more closely. There was a little girl, obviously her, and a really tall person with yellow hair. She begin to make clouds.
I point at the tall figure.
"Who's that?" I ask.
It must be one of her parents, but she doesn't have blond hair.
"Oh that's my-"
From the hallway I hear doors slamming and loud squeaking. The door opens quickly, followed by loud wheezing.
"Sorry I'm late Natalia." A boy's voice says, regaining his breath.
I turn around.
"Brat, brother!" Natalia yells. She nearly trips from running to the boy and hugs him.
It was Ivan.
"Eĭ, eĭ!" he says, smiling. He spoke in a language I couldn't understand. She hugs him tighter and grabs his hand. Ivan was soaking wet, wearing a long, beige coat, leather gloves and the same pink scarf. The rain must've been heavy.
He turns to my father. "Da, sorry I was late sir." He says and his accent makes me giggle.
My Father crosses his arms. "That's okay, but do you have an umbrella Ivan? You wouldn't want to take Natalia into the rain right?"
Ivan's smile turns into a frown. He scratches his head. "Da, I'm sorry about that."
He looks at me, then back at my Father. Should I greet him? Well, I'm not exactly buddy-buddy with him yet. I would've talk to him but he just keeps either sleeping in class or doodles.
"Matthew, hello." He smiles his same smile.
"Hey Ivan."
"You two know each other?" My Father asks.
"Da, we are in the same class."
"Oh, that's good to know." Father nods, then stands up and looks through his closet. "Lucky for you, I have an extra umbrella."
He hands the umbrella to Ivan and faces Natalia.
"Bye-bye, Natalia." He says, waving.
"Bye Mr. William. Bye Math-eww!" She replies, struggling with my name with her accent, waves frantically.
Ivan is putting on her jacket and getting her book bag. I give a little wave.
"Look I made a picture of you, brat." Natalia says, handing him a picture.
I giggle at how she calls him a brat.
Ivan smiles in delight. "Da, that is a very good picture," he turns to my Father. "Good bye Mr. Williams and see you tomorrow Matvey." Ivan smiles at me.
I admire their brother and sister relationship, it's making me feel warm.
And with that, they leave.
Today I'm sitting by the girls. They forcefully drag me stating, 'They need to spend more time to get to know me.' They're actually fun to hang out with. We're in class, and thank god, we have a free time.
"Matthieu is making his move!" Francis slurs, giving me a wink.
"Shut up!" They all giggle.
We laugh and continue talking. They're asking me questions, like where I was from and how was my old school.
"So Matthew, do you like anyone yet?" The girls get closer, anxious of my answer.
"L-like who?" I stutter. Are they going to ask me the same question again? Besides, Lilli is here in the group.
"Oh don't play dumb Matthew." One girl says, clinging around me.
"We over-heard you talking with the guys."
"Y-y-you did?" I stammer.
What would they do? I absolutely had no feelings for anyone.
"I heard you liked Lilli." All the girls gasp. I notice Lilli blushing and looking down. I feel my heart sink.
I'm at lost for words.
What should I do?
Should I deny it?
I feel my face getting hot too.
"Ah…I do…" I say, scratching my head awkwardly.
"This is your entire fault!" one girl says, smacking her friend. "You should've let them embrace their love alone."
I blush again. I wasn't planning on confessing love, or either just saying I had a 'crush' on Lilli. I bet Lilli and I are in an awkward position now.
"I'm really sorry about my friends Matthew."
Lilli pulled me aside after school. We are now both alone in the hallway.
"Oh um, it's kind of my fault really…."
"Do you really like me?" Lilli asks, straight forwardly.
My heart thumps faster.
Well I can't back out now.
I should just say more lies.
"I do. I think you're really cute." I say automatically.
Lilli blushes and looks down. She moves her feet for a while, watching her own movements.
"Well, uh, do you want to go out with me?" She asks, looking up at me.
Her faced is really red and I could hear her heart beats. Lilli fiddles with the purple ribbon in her hair. For a moment, I don't answer, and she must've taken it the wrong way.
"Ah, sorry I bothered you-"
"It's not that!"
What am I doing?
"Yes, I'll go out with you."
My heart stops.
What did I just do?
Lilli smiles. "Okay." She takes out a small notebook, writes something down, and hands it to me.
"My number." She says.
She starts walking and turns back to wave. I give her a weak smile and wave back.
I just made a terrible mistake.
Or maybe not.
I thought about it over this weekend. Dating Lilli might help me out. No one knows I'm gay, or even suspects it. So, dating Lilli will just help me more.
But overall, I feet bad that I'm doing this to her. She should be dating a guy that likes her, not me. But in a way, I also think I'm helping her. I know not one of the boys say they like her, or any other girl except for Katyusha.
The next day at school, every one of the guys put me in a playful choke hold and keeps on calling me a player. I guess they found out about me 'dating' Lilli. Also the girls pull me into their groups and talk to me.
"I heard you're dating Lilli." One girl giggles. They all look eager and kept on smiling.
"Yeah I am." I say, blushing.
I really feel awkward at this attention. For one fact, I've never dated anyone.
I also don't want to face Lilli. I really don't understand the term dating.
What am I supposed to do?
"Hello, Matthew." I hear a voice. I turn around.
It was Lilli and she's blushing.
"Hey Lilli." I say, giving her a fake smile.
We both walk into class and immediately the girls surround her.
I really don't understand girls.
"Okay, okay. Get out of my way ladies." Mr. Wade yells.
The girls give him a funny look, laugh and trail to their seats. Looks like Ivan isn't here yet.
During class, all the girls can't help but look back at me. I try not to notice.
Now it's official.
Girls are a really weird species.
"Now you see how-"
The door jerks open and Ivan walks normally inside.
"Now look what we have here." Mr. Wade says in a sarcastic tone.
Ivan gives him a shrug.
"Now what's your excuse this time?" Mr. Wade asks, mockingly.
Ivan saunters to his desk.
Tsk-ing, Mr. Wade continues on with his lesson.
"As I was saying…"
Ivan takes out his materials slowly. He looks sleepy, but from this view he looks quite handsome. His oatmeal waves glows from the sunlight's glare. He looks like a photo where a man stands in the middle of the sun. His Amethyst eyes now shimmers a pigment of lavender, like his younger sister Natalia.
Before he could notice that I was staring, I hastily turn my head. Slowly, my heart starts beating.
I need to stop thinking about this.
But disobeying, my heart pounds more rapidly. I think about the color of his lips, a smear of light pink, the shape, how it curves and the way he licks his lips.
I don't have a crush on him!
He just looked like a model; I find him attractive…that is all. I wonder why I'm acting this way. I have to stop. No way am I going to repeat what happened last year.
No way in hell.
I cringe at just the thought. The same torments will happen again, the same name calling, the abuse.
"Hey Matthew…!" a girl calls to me.
School is over and I was just leaving the school property. I see Lilli trailing behind her.
"I was wondering if you like to go on a group date, with a few girls and Lilli." She said.
Lilli blushes and looks down.
A date, how fun, but at least I won't be alone.
"Sure, when?" I ask.
If I was going to date Lilli, even for pretend, I should at least be a faithful boyfriend.
"We were thinking maybe tomorrow, Friday." Lilli's friend twirls her hair curly, brown hair.
"Yeah, I'm free that time." I reply.
We exchange numbers and I walk my way to the train station.
My first date ever.
I'm excited, nervous and but I feel bad at the same time.
"Dad…" I start.
Father is reading a newspaper and sipping a cup of coffee. I'm at his elementary school. Natalia and a few other students are here too, as usual.
"Yes Matthew, what's up?" He says, looking at me and folding his newspaper. I'm giving Natalia a piggyback and she pinches my cheeks.
"Stop that- I was wondering if I could hang out with friends tomorrow."
I give an inner sigh.
I said it.
I let Natalia down but she jumps up and down, gesturing me she wants more piggybacks.
"Well, where are you going?" Father asks.
If only he said yes, I wouldn't have to explain.
"Hang out with friends."
I thought about leaving it at that, but he'll probably ask doing what.
"I'm going on a group date."
My father gives a little smile. "Oh-ho-ho! Little Mattie going on a date?" He says, chuckling.
My god, the embarrassment!
"Y-yeah, I am." I stutter. "I'm going with a group of friends."
Fathers smile slowly turns into a frown.
"Now Matthew, are you dating anyone?" His voice sounds serious.
I am.
I'm dating Lilli.
"N-no, but there is one girl I do like…" I lie, trailing off.
Father clears his throat. "Well, I'll accept, but we need to talk to your mother too."
Crap, now I'll never go. It's not like I do want to go, but like I said, I should at least be a faithful boyfriend.
"WHAT?" My mother screams in surprise.
I expect her to be angry. She drops everything and gives me a big hug.
"My baby is growing up!" I pat her back.
I slightly turn my head and see father crossing his arms, smirking.
Having fun, huh?
My mother kisses my cheeks.
"Now, if you ever want to date someone, bring her here okay? I want to meet her." That word echoes in my head - her. How would they feel if I was dating a he?
"Thanks Mom. I promise to come home after it's done." She smiles again, and nods. Father pats my hack and put his arm around me.
"If you need any tips, ask me." He whispers.
I nod at him, and then blush as I went up to my room.
"Glad you can make it Matthew!" a girl beams.
Francis, Ludwig, Feliciano, Romano, Antonio (I've haven't been introduced to him but from what I can tell, he really likes to bother Antonio), and a few girls are here.
"There are more people coming…"
Is this a group date or a field trip?
"Oh, okay. Sorry I was late." I say slowly.
I watch as Lilli blushes and rubs her hands.
We were all going to the movies, and then we were going to go to a little café. I walk over to Lilli.
"Sorry I was late."
"O-oh, its' okay Lilli, I'm just glad you came." She stutters.
I wonder why she's nervous.
Then, down the block, I can see a silver hair person. As he or she came closer, I notice it's Ivan.
He was coming too?
"Okay we're all set! The movie should start in an a few minutes."
The movie theater was a few blocks away. I stand by Lilli and we chat.
"They told me we're going to see a horror movie." Lilli starts.
"Those movies are my favorite. I like the adrenaline." I smile. "Do you hate horror movies?"
"Yeah, they're really scary, especially the bloody ones." Lilli shivers.
I think about what I should say to her next. "Well if you're scared, you could hold my hand." I suggest. I grab her hand and she stops in her place.
I give Lilli a confused look, still holding her hand.
"Something wrong?" I ask.
Lilli shakes her head and blushes. I'm guessing I'm doing the right thing. I actually searched up 'how to act on a first date'. Since it's a horror movie that we're going to watch, I have a better chance to do all the things that I learned.
I pay for both my ticket and Lilli's.
"Oh there's no need to…" she says politely.
"Oh no, it's fine. I don't mind." I say to her, smiling. I also buy a medium sized popcorn.
"Anything you want?" I ask. She shakes her head.
I hand her the popcorn and we head into our movie. Lilli clutches my hand as the intro came in. She really did look scared. Whenever there were scenes that seem like something bad is going to happen, she would let go of my hand and cover her eyes. A few times, she would take a small amount of popcorn and stare at the movie screen.
I gently jab her with my elbow and lean by her ear.
"Are you okay?" I whisper.
"Oh, uh, yeah, yeah I'm fine…" She trails off, just as a bloody scene comes on. She gives a small squeal and buries her head into me. I give a small laugh.
"Do you want to leave?" I pat her head softly.
She looks up and shook her head. She really is persistent. Finally, to her relief, the movie ends. We all stretch and head out. Now we were heading to that new café.
"My father owns this café, so most of the food is on discount for us." Francis says, smiling.
As we walk in, a waitress escorts us to a larger table and hands us a menu.
"You want me to get you anything?" I ask her.
Lilli looks at me and back at the menu. She's probably thinks she's being greedy.
She says she wanted to order tea.
"No it's fine. Let me get you something." I order her a piece of raspberry cake and ice tea, and for myself, a fluffy warm croissant and water.
It also said on the website that you should not be a cheap person. I don't mind either way. Sweets are my favorites.
Lilli takes a small bite and moans in delight.
I smile at her.
"Mind if I have a bite?" I take a fork and cut a small piece and lick the cream off the it.
"We were watching you guys at the movie theater, you two make a really good couple!" Lilli's friend exclaims.
Lilli gasps, and then blushes.
"Shut up, Elizabeta!"
Oh, so her name was Elizabeta.
"Matthew really knows his way with the girls." Feliciano says happily.
Elizabeta laughs at the comment.
I immediately blush too.
"You know, all the girls at first liked you…" Elizabeta says, healing from the hard laughter.
"They did?" I ask.
I look at Lilli and she shrugs.
"Yeah, we all thought you were cute, a different face from these losers." Elizabeta twirls her spoon.
"Cute, there's a difference, mon amour." Francis says, winking at Elizabeta.
Lilli holds a little giggle. Underneath the table, she slowly grabs my hand.
"Stop it; I don't like being called cute." It made me feel feminine. I grip my other hand, oblivious to Lilli's.
"Da, you are cute. At first I thought you were a girl." Ivan says, sipping his coffee.
"But then, I saw you were wearing a boy's uniform."
I look at him, then back at Lilli.
"Do I look like a girl?" I ask her.
She tries to hide her smile, but shakes her head.
"Well you do, you have that cute curl that sticks out of your head and your sweet looking face..." Elizabeta says, engrossing the topic more.
"You know," Ivan says, pointing his fork at me. "There's a festival at our school that's coming up and-"
Ivan was interrupted by Elizabeta's banging and gasps.
"Oh I forgot! We were going to do a café theme and you should totally dress up as a girl! You know, as a waitress."
I feel my heart give a hard pound against my chest.
No way, no way!
"No. I won't dress up as a girl." I tsk. The boys laugh as Elizabeta groan.
"But why?" She whines.
"Whoever gets the most votes and visits will get to go to a beach and spend the night at a resort! Don't you want to go bungee jumping?" she asked.
"I don't care. Why not let the girls do it instead of me?" I'm getting angered by this.
Elizabeta shakes her head. The boys are holding in their laughter. What about the other boys? Couldn't Sarah choose them too, why me? Feliciano has a cute face.
"Look Matthew, you're cute. Besides, it's something different." She smirks.
I know she's going to keep pestering me on and on about this, but I have to stand my ground. I shake my head.
After cleaning up and leaving, we all walk out. Elizabeta is about to protest but she gives a little devious smirk and remains silent. She's planning something, I can tell. As we part our ways, it was only me and Lilli left.
"Would you mind if I walked you home?" I ask her. She blushes and shakes her head. Her house wasn't too far from where we met and we stroll in the mid-afternoon in silence. I'm walking away from the subway, and I know it's going to get dark by the time I reach there.
We stop, Lilli saying its okay to drop her off here. "You sure?" I asks her.
She nods and said, "I live on this block, so it's fine." We stand in silence.
I dare not to check the time, but it starting to get dark, the sky turning to a light shade of orange.
"Well, I really had fun Matthew." Lilli says, looking at me. I smile at her.
"Me too." I said plainly.
I should think of more things to say. Standing in more silence, we say our goodbyes. She turns but I grab her hand.
Without thinking, I pull her hand and kiss it gently. Lilli looks wide-eyed and lets out a little gasp.
"Good night." I say, forcing a smile. She blushes and waves to me.
As I walked past the same cafe, the sky now turns a semi-dark shade of violet and orange. Sighing, I quicken my pace and call my parents.
I tell them I'm going to be late, which they scold me for, and hang up. Finally, after a several minute walk that seemed for hours, I stomp my way down the stairs and slide my card into the machine. But just my luck, the train comes a few hours later and most of all, it was full.
What is with trains and it being so busy every day? I'm lucky enough to get some room in the far corner of the train, but the next stop, it soon it was crowded. Every rattle and sudden movements, I would bump into someone. After continuous apologies, I grab the train handle, trying to stiffen up body.
Then I felt it, a hand on my rear end, groping me. Surprised a little, I turn my head half way around, but change my mind. What if the molester is an old man? I shudder at the thought. He comes closer and I feel his hot breath on my neck. I feel an electric shock run through my whole body. I try moving to another spot, but it was difficult due to the packed train.
I would call for help, but it's too embarrassing. His hand rubs my thigh, and I shiver and shake my head.
"Stop this." I whisper.
I can feel him smiling and he licks my ear. To my relief, the doors dings open and I elbow him in his stomach. Pushing past the pack of people, I run as fast as I could.
Before I can open my apartment door, I slowly slide my hand down to my crotch. Looking around, I make sure none of my neighbors can see me. I moan at the light touch.
I was hard.
Taking a deep breath, I turn my key and open the door. I hear the clacking sound of plates and a loud, bubbling sound.
"Matthew is that you? How was your date?" Mother yells, popping her head out from the kitchen.
"It was great Mom…" I trail off as I took off my shoes. I know she's going to ask more questions.
"I'll tell you more about it later, but I want to take a shower now." I say to her quickly.
Mother frowns. "Don't you want dinner?" She asks.
I shake my head quickly. Frowning again, Mother retreats back to the kitchen. Jolting up the stairs, I slam the door and rip off my shirt and jeans quickly. Rushing to the bathroom, I turn and pull the lever, and cold water comes splashing out. I wince at the freezing water but slide my hand down to my crotch, ignoring the short icy stabs.
A/N:
Finish! What do you think?
To set things a little clear, Ivan will not be a crazy psychopath, nor will be carrying a pipe.
Vodka, on the other hand...
Translations:
French- Alors, qui trouvez-vous belle? - So who do you find beautiful?
French- Mon amour ne - My love
Belarusian- Brat - Brother
Russian- Eĭ - Hey
Sorry if these are wrong, blame google.
Notes:
Mr. Wade is no one in particular.
Lilli is Liechtenstein. Since Liechtenstein didn't have a specific human name, I googled up, "popular names in Liechtenstein".
Katyusha is Ukraine. Big boobies still.
Natalia is Belarus. She's still obsessed with her brother Ivan, but not in a crazy (incest) way, but in "I look up to you" way.
Elizabeta is Hungary.