This story is so nearly done ;v; I can't believe it
Anyway, here's a chapter full of FrUK fluff and blushing PruHun cuties, ahah
I'm a bit unsure about it, so reviews would help?
Enjoy!
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The prom was tomorrow. Gilbert couldn't believe it. After all the chaos going on, he'd expected it to happen suddenly, but instead it had kind of creeped up on him and taken him by surprise. He pushed his hair out of his eyes, giving a little huff of relief. At least he'd managed to find an emergency date that wouldn't attempt to murder him or bore him to death. He imagined spending an hour with Roderich, and shuddered. The awkward was nearly tangible.
But hey, it was Sunday morning, he had no homework, and now he could just relax, right?
Wrong. Gilbert pulled himself to the side of his bunk, where rapid muttering was coming from, and flipped upside down so that he could peer downwards. As he took in the sight, his mind flashed back to the previous night, when Ludwig had rudely kidnapped him from Arthur's room (wow, was he rubbing off on him or what) and dragged him to their room before starting to jabber on about Feliciano. After making the younger German slow down his speech, he'd grasped the basic idea: Feliciano, precious boy, had referred to going to the prom with his little bruder, who'd panicked and ran off. This had happened several days ago, and ever since Ludwig had resorted to hiding away so that the Italian couldn't find him.
The Prussian would've laughed if he hadn't done the same thing centuries ago.
He'd made the poor guy calm down before assuring him that they'd talk about it in the morning, because he was honestly exhausted. At seeing his tired face, Ludwig had given in, and Gilbert had peacefully slept on, figuring that it'd be a long time before morning.
Yeah, right.
"West?" He asked skeptically, eyeing the younger's ruffled hair and rumpled sheets. "Did you even sleep last night?" His brother looked up, startled, then coughed guiltily. "Of course I did..." At Gilbert's glare, he gave in: "Just not very long." The albino groaned, swinging himself over the side of his bed before hopping down next to Ludwig. "Wesssst, stressing isn't going to help you! You already act enough like an old man without adding wrinkles!" The blond scowled before suddenly doing a double-take. "Oh! You really did work yesterday!" "Huh?" Gilbert asked, bemused. Ludwig explained: "It's five am. You were obviously tired from work to wake up this early." To most, this would've sounded paradoxal; but it made sense to the Germans. As a nation, the Prussian had woken up at five daily, his mind and body stronger than most and ensuring him a strict working timetable. Now, however, he didn't do his old work, and his old ways had faded, leaving him sleeping lazily until ten most mornings. Apparently, being with Eliza had kicked in some old reactions, making him revert to his military ways.
"Ah, ja." The elder said, giving his brother an approving glance for noticing. "It does you good." Ludwig mused. "You look less tired." Ironic but true. Gilbert felt much more energetic than he would after a night of gaming. He suddenly noticed something and gave a little laugh. At his sibling's inquisitive glance, he clarified: "I look like you with the hair back and the military energy and you look like me with the messy hair and lack of sleep." Ludwig blinked, then gave a smile before ruffling his brother's hair. "I like you better with your messy hair anyway. It's not like your hair makes you less hard-working." Gilbert grinned, grabbing the other and hugging him to him. "Awe, thanks, West! Geez, if this is what me waking up early makes you like I'll be up at three every morning!" "Hey, stop it! East!" Ludwig squirmed, trying to get his serious attitude back from wherever Gilbert had flung it. He was released with a flick to the forehead as his brother cackled.
"Now, about Feli..."
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Elizaveta supposed she had asked for it by waking Gilbert up for that list last week, but that didn't make her shriek any less when she woke up nose to nose with the Prussian. "Boo." She'd screamed loudly enough to wake half of the school before jumping back so far she nearly fell off her bed. By some miracle she'd later discover was the fact that everyone in this school, having slept through wars and bombs, slept like rocks, no one had woken up; Belle, in the bed next to her, hadn't even moved. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?" She shout-whispered, when she'd finally made her panicked heart resume a fairly normal beat. He winked, whispered: "It's a surprise!", before sliding off the bed and beckoning to her. The brunet was about to knock him out with her frying-pan and kick him outside when the weird moment happened again. Like the moment in the supermarket with Roderich's text, she somehow decided to ignore the obvious choice and trust her frenemy for once. Taking a deep breath, she pulled on a dressing gown and her slippers, turning towards her clock to discover it was six thirty in the morning. "You're up early." Was her only comment before joining Gilbert at the door. He grinned triumphantly. "I'm a busy man, shatzi."
They exited the room, and she followed him silently down the halls. After a moment, she recognized the direction. "Why're we going to Feli's room?" He smirked. "It's a surprise. Now keep quiet-oh, shit!" In a blink Eliza felt herself pushed into a cupboard, before Gilbert fell on her, closing the door behind him. "What the hell?!" she hissed in annoyance, wishing she could see enough to hit him. The albino merely shushed her. "Listen!" There was a patter of footsteps, which came to an abrupt halt. They heard someone cough nervously before a series of knocks resonated through the corridor. A series of swears, presumably from the dorm, then a shuffling noise. A door opened. "Ve...Ludwig?" Eliza's eyes widened, and her complaints died in her throat. Feliciano?
"Ah, y-you're awake. Good." "Si, it's pretty unusual for me to be up so early, but me and Lovi were busy talking to Seborga. He's in Italy at the moment and the time-zone is off so yeah.." He yawned. "Anyway, why are you up so early?" The second voice-Ludwig-seemed to hesitate before replying: "I'm usually up this early and I wanted to ask you something." "Sure!" The Italian seemed much more awake. "I, um, firstly wanted to apologize for my earlier behaviour. I reacted badly because, well, I'm not exactly used to such casual decisions." Ludwig said. Eliza was reminded of Roderich's apology, but felt randomly that this one was more sincere. Roderich, huh. Strangely, she hadn't thought much about him these last few days...Gilbert squirmed, accidentally kicking her in the nose, and she was suddenly reminded of her current situation. For a moment she considered taking out her phone to record the conversation, but weirdly she felt like it was a gift for her, not the club. So she let it go and merely listened contentedly.
"..But,well, if you still want to?" "Of course! I'd love to go with you!" Feliciano chirped happily. "As friends, right?" Ludwig said uneasily, and was it just Eliza or did she detect a tinge of disappointment there? "No." the Italian said decisively. "What?" Ludwig sounded crestfallen. "I'd like to go as more than friends, if that's ok with you." Feli said calmly. A little silence. Eliza held her breath. "Sure." The German sounded like there was ten billion other things he wanted to say, but he'd settle for this. "Grazie! So, where's your first class then?" And so they wandered off, happy energy basically radiating from them as they walked past the cupboard and to the classrooms.
There was a silence. The Hungarian sniffled. "Are you crying?" Gilbert asked, amused. "No! Maybe! Shut up!" Eliza snapped in response, wiping her eyes on her arm. It was then when she realized how awkwardly they were sitting. The cupboard was tiny, and the two were completely tangled. Gilbert's one leg was on her shoulder, the other under her arm, and he was pretty much sitting on her legs. Eliza's one arm had somehow ended up next to his; as they tried to disentangle themselves they accidentally brushed each other's hand and jerked back. Elizaveta, being considerably shorter than the Prussian, was fine, but the taller teen hit his head against a shelf, sending it tumbling down on them. They yelped in pain, cursing, as the brunet tried to figure out which limbs were hers. There was a sudden shriek from outside, and their eyes met in the darkness. "We've got to get out of here!" She hissed. He nodded fiercely, and they attacked the mess with new determination.
Five minutes later, Gilbert finally tumbled out of the damn thing, blinking to get used to the sudden light before extending his hand to Eliza. Together they rushed off in the direction of the shriek. They'd both recognized it easily; after all it was one they were well used to, though admittedly more intense than they'd ever heard it before: the terrified shriek of Francis Bonnefoy.
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Arthur stumbled down the steps at seven sharp, patting his hair in an attempt to make it lay flat and feeling terrible. The day promised to be horrible; if Liam and Adri were out for his blood he might as well go compose an epitaph. Owen had looked teary-eyed, and Scott's usual slap on the back hadn't even knocked him over: coming from his brothers, that was as good as a sobbing family before the beloved child gets executed. Still, Arthur wasn't a coward, so he faced the day with all the courage he could muster, going on with his usual schedule. He was currently heading to the school doors to replace the Gakuen Gazette posted on them with today's issue. As he neared the doors, a loud squeaking noise grabbed his attention. He opened the door and stood outside, slowly taking the newspaper down. It had sounded like...Indeed, there was a taxi, coming to a halt beside the gates. A figure clambered out, suitcase in hand, before dashing madly towards the school. It was running towards the head's office in the opposite direction, ignoring Arthur. As it came closer the Brit gave a surprised "huh?". The person looked just like... "Francis?" He called out, before mentally slapping himself at his stupid mistake. Of course it wasn't Francis, it was just- The Francis lookalike had stopped, and now turned towards Arthur. "Awfully sorry!" Arthur called. "I mistook you for someone I-" Before he could finish, the person gave terrified shriek. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" The blond winced, taken by surprise. What the bloody hell?! He made to ask the other what on earth was wrong, running to them in confusion. He stopped at about five meters away. Though the person had paled, and though the hair was far too messy, and though the clothes were far too ruffled, there was no mistaking it.
Oh, bollocks. It was Francis.
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He stood there in stunned silence. Why did Francis not look perfect like he usually did? Why had he shouted? What- The poor Brit didn't have he time to finish his train of thought before Francis spoke again: "Arthur?!" Oh, fuck it, it was some kind of prank, wasn't it? "
Yes, of course it's me, you bugger! Now what-" "You're alive?!" Francis exclaimed. Arthur paused, brows furrowing in confusion. This prank was very strange, if it was one. "Of course I'm alive, you idiot. What did you-umph?!" He was cut off by his enemy running to him and pulling him into a rib-crushing hug, wailing. Arthur flushed scarlet, utterly lost, before awkwardly patting the other on the back as he cried. Francis was now babbling in French, apparently thanking every saint he knew. A door opened behind them, and Arthur turned his neck stiffly to see Gilbert and Elizaveta's heads
emerge from the doors. They met his eyes, staring at him in shock, and he mouthed a "I DON'T KNOW" which they seemed to get, because they disappeared back inside as Gilbert mouthed a "I'LL SEND HELP". The Brit judged it a good time as any to ask, so he pulled backwards, coughed, and asked: "Now can you please explain what's going on?" To his relief, Francis had stopped crying, and his eyes weren't red, but he still looked more of a mess than Arthur'd seen him since the Second World War. He took a crumpled paper out of his pocket and presented it to him; it had been ripped from some french newspaper. The green-eyed nation started: on the page was a photo of himself. He scanned it quickly. It couldn't be...His translation had to be wrong. "Does it say I drowned?!" Francis nodded (he'd straightened his outfit, thank the lord), completing the gaps: "It says Arthur Kirkland drowned at Gakuen International after a tragic accident." Arthur's mind whirred, then it clicked:
The keys to the newspaper room and a photo of you...
He paled. "Adri?" Francis stared: "Pardon?" "She-she told me-and then Liam-oh, nevermind, it's a fake, anyhow. But you thought I was dead? You should know that we can't die like that! Didn't you notice that England hadn't disappeared from the map?" Arthur exclaimed.
The blonde squirmed. "Of course, but...It was your picture and everything...I don't know, I just thought..." He looked so upset that Arthur couldn't help but feel sorry for the bloody git. He still couldn't get his mind around the fact that FRANCIS had rushed here in the worst state of disarray because of his so-called death, but either way...
He gave Francis a quick hug. "There, there, you idiot. I wouldn't abandon you. Who would you fight with at meeting then?" The blonde chuckled, slowly regaining his composure. "I guess at least now I'm back in time for prom. It's not like I was enjoying the trip anyway." "Right. And I did your stupid articles for you, and put half of the school in relationships, by the way." Arthur quipped.
"Non! You're joking!" "Not even. I think I'm perhaps one of the, what, three single people left?" "You never cease to astound me, Angleterre." Francis said dryly, before raising a brow. "Actually, on the subject of the prom..." "I did have Gilbert as an emergency contact, actually." The Brit said defensively. "But I guess..." They shared a look, and the message passed. Arthur exhaled.
"Then it is settled." Francis said cheerfully. "And now I must go fix my hair. It's a disgrace."
"-I quite agree, actually.
-Ah, now you see what you look like!
-Oh, bugger off. It only looks strange on you.
-I am touched, mon cher.
-Shut it."
They headed inside, carefully pushing the incident away, because after all, even Arthur wouldn't mock something like that, especially not when he couldn't tell what he would've done in the opposite situation. Not too far away, a pair of students sighed in relief. Francis hadn't gone insane after all. "Bastard nearly made me die young." Gilbert scowled. "Totally going to rub this in his face." Eliza rolled her eyes. "Oh, come on. You could just admit you were worried." He huffed, causing Gilbird to squawk as he fell of his head. "Woah, sorry, Gilbird." At the green-eyed glare he was receiving, he sighed. "Fine. But I'll never let him forget that Arthur's Aunty Agony was better than his." The brunet laughed. "Sure made me happy! The club is ecstatic. Though now that I know who your emergency date was, some PrUK would've been nice too." The Prussian scoffed. "Nah. Arthur and I are too similar for dating. Though I gotta say, I'm feeling a little nervous here. How many single people are we again?" The bell rang eight 'o clock and they split in front of the stairs; she had a club meeting and he had to go and see Francis. "I'll tell you the figures at lunch!" She shouted mockingly as she ran off. Gilbert snickered, heading to the dorms. Now to embarrass Francis.
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"Hey, Eliza, where ya going?" Feliks asked the brunet, surprised. She turned, confused. "What do you mean?" He rolled his eyes, flicking his hair over his shoulder. "Duh. We eat lunch together, like, everyday. And our table is this way, not over there." "Oh, uh, I kind of told Gil I'd eat with him."
Dead silence. The entire Y. A. O. I club turned to their boss with expressions of disbelief. "What?!" "With Gilbert Beilschmidt." Belle repeated, stunned. "As in the guy you refused to work with mere days ago?" Mei Mei asked. "Wh-yeah! And you guys told me to! Am I not allowed to eat with him?!" Elizaveta said, embarrassed. Why did they have to make a big deal of it? "Miss Elizaveta, you have already done the work you needed him for, correct? Then why do you want to sit with him?" Yekaterina asked sheepishly. "Because- I don't know, I felt like it! We were just talking this morning, and-WHAT NOW?"
"You were having a conversation with Gilbert outside of school hours?! And you ended up on pleasant terms?!" Angélique cried out in shock. "YES! And I thought you'd all be happy having some time to go and be lovey-dovey with your dates, not harass me about freaking Gilbert Beilschmidt!" the Hungarian huffed, before playing her wild card. "Geez, if you guys act like this all the time I'll have to start sitting with him permanently."
The stream of apologies that followed was almost incredible.
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"Move up, loser." Eliza said dryly as she put her tray down opposite the Prussian. He stuck his tongue out in response before replying: "You look like sunshine and rainbows. What happened?" "Ugh, Feliks and co were totally overreacting because I came here." the brunet responded honestly, taking a bite of her chicken pie. "Tell me about it. Matt and Al here nearly had seizures." Eliza turned to the two in question with an unimpressed look. "Hey, woah, don't blame me! Last time we mentioned you we were fearing for Gil's life, and now you're all bffs again! Is it really so surprising I thought he was joking?" Alfred defended, nearly smacking Arthur in the face as he waved his arms around. "Yeah, and he shouted so loudly that I choked and nearly had an actual seizure." Matthew muttered. Elizaveta snorted, then looked around. "Where are Francis and Antonio?"
"Antonio is with Lovi at Belle's table and Francis had to go sort things out with the head because of his rushed trip back here." Gilbert replied, shooting Arthur a glance. The Brit scowled. "Honestly, why on earth that girl would do something of the sort evades me."
"Maybe because you become ten times more bearable when he's around?" Adri said from behind him, snorting in amusement as they jumped. "Not that that's very bearable anyway." Liam snickered from next to her. "Yeah, fuck you too, brother dear." Arthur snapped, taking a sip of his tea. Then, to Adri: "You could've just told me your intentions were vaguely non-malicious." She grinned. "No fun in that!" "Well, thanks, I suppose." Arthur managed, before Eliza interrupted: "Who're you going to the prom with?" Adri tilted her head as the red-head next to her coughed loudly. "May the Lord have mercy on my soul." Arthur muttered, standing up to leave. "The both of you are bad enough on your own." He walked off as the two's eyes glistened with mischief, before Liam added: "Coming from Art that's pretty much a blessing, isn't it?" The South African laughed. "Pretty much, yeah!" They headed off to wherever they'd come from, the others looking at them, amused.
"Well, RIP safety in this school." Matthew said sarcastically. "You say it like there was any to begin with." Alfred snarked back, grabbing his cookie and eating it. "Hey, you hoser! That was mine!" The Canuck exclaimed angrily, making to hit his Yankee counterpart. "So was my heart, then ya stole it." Alfred replied with a brilliant smile and a wiggle of his eyebrows. Matthew gave a groan, cheeks turning red, before sighing: "That was incredibly lame and cheesy. And I do not forgive you for stealing my cookie." "Didn't think so!" Alfred said cheerfully. "So I saved you mine!" Matthew eyed the cookie in disbelief. "This entire conversation made no sense." "Nah, not really, just wanted to see you blush." the American said easily, as the other turned scarlet again. "Oh, my god, SHUT up!" Gilbert banged his head against the table in despair. "What are the figures again?"
Elizaveta snickered. "So far, there's Roderich, but he'll probably just play and not really go, same applies to Eduard and Raivis, Lili'll go with Vash because he won't let anyone else take her, and literally EVERYONE else is paired off." "So the only single people in this school are..?" "You and me, yup." The moment the words left her lips she froze, realisation dawning on her and Gilbert's faces. "Does anyone have popcorn? Cause this is gonna get awkward fast." Alfred said loudly. The Hungarian swallowed. Tell me about it, Alfred.
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Ahahahahahaha I love torturing my characters like this.
And I'm sorry; but bringing AmeCan into random scenes is like my favourite thing.
Also, you guys are pretty much going to have to help decide what happens next chapter because there are a few options, so please PM me to get this done!
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