MORE FILLER, MORE FILLER, MORE FILLER~! Cause guess what? I chose what subplot I'm doing…and I'M NOT TELLING YOU!
/= [DAY 56] =/
"Wait a minute…we didn't win the Halloween Fright Contest?"
"No, no you didn't."
"Well, why not? Our plan was awesome!"
"It was, until Ivan decided to trap us all in a room and ask if we want to be one with him."
"Oh…oh, true."
Gilbert nodded in acceptance as he and Charice sat on the bench, waiting for the crowd to clear. Her photography class called for her to take pictures of a posing individual in order to work on a comic montage. And seeing as how Ludwig wasn't willing at all (don't think she's tried), she got the other German to participate. Thank god, cause he was more than willing to do so.
"And why aren't we starting now?"
"The teacher only wanted one person. We don't want anyone else in the pictures." She answered. "Don't ask, I'm just going with what she's saying."
"I see…that's totally unawesome."
"What's weirder is that you haven't signed up for the class."
"I tried. Somehow, I couldn't get in."
"Eh? But Matthew was able to get in?"
"Oh, Francis' son?" Gilbert grinned. "Wow, since when did he want to take pictures of men?"
"Maybe he's gay like the rest of the world." She chuckled.
"Geez, you have to say it like that? You make it sound unawesome."
"Well, I'm a woman. I'd like to be in a relationship with another nation, if there is a chance for that."
"Are you saying that you're available?"
"What, are you saying that you're actually straight?"
"What if you want me to be?"
"NNOOOOOOO DON'T DO IT, PLEASE! All the fanfiction would be inaccurate if you are!"
"Eh?"
"God, can you imagine the look on Elizabeta's face when she learns that one of you is straight. Half the fandom would collapse on itself!"
"Ahhhh…are you saying that I'm gay?"
"I'm saying that everyone can at least be reasonably bisexual like Rizal…makes the fandom work while saving your manhood."
"Are you saying that anyone who's gay has no manliness to them?"
"If they constantly take bottom…and in your account, I guess you're one of them."
"I don't constantly do that!"
"Oh, so you're actually gay?"
"I-I'm…what's your word? 'Bi'. Happy?"
"Reasonably so. At least you can dominate on something."
"I know~!"
"Of course, women…and…uh…"
"I can so dominate men!"
"…sure…OK…whatever."
"OH COME ON! TAKE THOSE PHOTOS OF ME, AND LET US SEE IF I CAN'T BE FREAKIN' DOMINANT!"
/= [DAY 57] =/
She had no idea what the hell was being planned here. All she knew was that when she opened the door to start a day, there was a piece of paper taped on it. It wasn't anything special: just a white piece of paper with Filipino written on it. Of course, being Filipino, she was able to translate it.
[YOU HAVE BEEN INVITED FOR A TEST RUN.]
[AFTER SCHOOL, AT 3:30 PM]
[IN THE MUSIC ROOM ROOM 398-A]
[HOPE TO BE BLESSED TO SEE YOUR PRESENCE]
[PS- Dress yourself up. We wish to make you feel comfortable]
…the hell?
She blinked a few more times. And then a few times more. Then she decided that she might as well allow herself to be dressed up…in whatever she could. Fortunately, she had a whole hour to figure out just how the hell that was going to be done. Hopefully, this wasn't a gang rape.
Once school was over, she headed back to her room and realized that she didn't have any make-up with her. Maybe it was because she never felt like dressing up before. But whatever the reason was, she had no make-up whatsoever. So she gave up and threw on some chapstick. She decided not to wear something red and opted to instead wear something with a jacket. She then decided on a white jacket with a black frilly shirt and black pants…and sneakers, of course.
Whoa. I feel weird like this. She never bothered on what she looked like.
With the paper in her hand, she grabbed her bag (armed with pepper spray, of course) and headed out toward the school ballroom. Five minutes in her walk, she realized something that apparently she forgot to think up during her usual stroll through the school.
…where's the school ballroom?
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Seeing as how she had a half-hour to look around, she was able to find the room. The door didn't look anything fancy, like she had just walked in front of the wrong location. Nonetheless, the sign on it did say that it was the room she was called to. Hopefully, this really wasn't a gang rape.
Well, it's 3:30…I might as well go and do this.
Charice slowly opened the door and saw that it was dark and empty. However, as she walked in, she did see Lin Yi and Elizabeta standing close toward the open entrance. The Taiwanese and Hungarian woman turned around and saw the Filipina walk in with caution in her step.
"You actually dressed up for this occasion?"
"I figured I might as well." Charice chuckled. "Besides, it's easier to high kick in pants."
"I guess so." Lin Yi chuckled.
"Not really." Elizabeta stated. "Hey, did you hear? Apparently, Erika and Irunya were given the same invitation for yesterday."
"…so this ISN'T the first opening…?"
The door slammed behind them, startling the women. Suddenly, the sound of a piano echoed throughout the room, scaring the crap out of the easily started Filipina. Elizabeta found it oddly funny, but Lin Yi didn't think it was funny how Charice was suffering something that should've been a panic attack.
"It's Chopin!" She stated, swaying back and forth.
"It's DARK AND QUIET!" Charice countered.
"Now now, this isn't the time for arguments-"
A light shot open, revealing a strange sign in the middle of the room and a man standing right underneath it. Charice couldn't read the sign whatsoever (whoever decided that it was going to be in Japanese will be severely PUNCHED IN THE THROAT), but she could definitely tell who was the man.
"Ladies, thank you for coming to see us today…we here are more than happy to serve your every occasion and to make sure that your well-being is looked upon. Your happiness is our happiness. Now if you would kindly take a seat behind you, we will let the previewing begin. Please enjoy the shows that we of the Host Club can serve you."
They turned around and saw a couch empty and big enough for the three of them. Charice rubbed the back of her head.
"It's France…this is definitely a gang rape."
Nonetheless, she sat down with the other two women, feeling just a little bit safer. The lights went out again ("someone should be FIRED!") before it went back on over the sign that was now apparently in something that was either Chinese or Japanese.
"Eh? 'A Story of My Broken Heart'?" Lin Yi tilted her head. "What does that mean?"
So it's Taiwanese? Is that even a language?
They heard another click and what sounded like a car driving down a highway. Yes, Charice looked around to make sure that no car would actually come screaming into the room and run the three of them over (wouldn't that just suck?). But nothing happened. Instead, she heard something that sounded like a crashing car and a police siren…or an ambulance siren…one of those two. Whatever. Anyway, the scene panned to another spotlight and what looked like Kiku in a hospital bed and Yao crying next to it. A long beeping sound echoed out, and two shadows pulled the Chinese man back as two others pulled the bed away. Soon, Yao was alone, wiping his own tears away.
"And so my oldest and closest brother moves away from me…returning to a place that is better for him, away from the chaos and torture that is this land…" He fell to his knees. "But why him? Why not me? He had so much of his life in his hands…a mind that can go wherever it pleased…nothing was beyond his boundaries. I am only human…I cannot fill the void that my brother had filled. He was the talented one, not me…"
The lights slowly faded.
"Why, dear brother? Why did you leave me?"
The light faded into black, and all Charice could hear was Lin Yi sobbing quietly to herself and Elizabeta rubbing her hands in a strange cooing motion. Charice, on the other hand, barely caught on the fact that Kiku was in a car accident. It reminded her of a time when Feliciano was behind the wheel of a car. Scary times…
The light flashed back onto the sign, and this time it was in Hungarian (freakin' bitches). According to Elizabeta, it said 'Wear Your Heart on Your Sleeve', and almost instantly three pendants appeared before them. Charice picked it up and realized that it was one of those "I Love You" pendants, where you're supposed to hand over a piece to your other half or something. At least hers looked prettier than the others…
Suddenly, it showed the image of Alfred talking to what looked like men in drag. What was horrible was that Charice had to squint in order to confirm that. Seriously, what is up with these men and dresses? Fortunately, another spotlight flashed on Arthur, who was gratefully not in drag and was instead holding a pendant of his own. He kissed the head of it.
"I come from a land for which what I am means that I am not accepted." He stage-whispered (there is a difference). "I am a good Catholic, so is it wrong for me to hold these emotions for a man while I should clearly have them for women? What makes me so much different from those who make and break such a beautiful thing as this? How am I not worthy if I know that this will not be mine?"
The lights switched around, this time showing Gilbert talking to transvestite people / women(?) and another girl standing a few feet away. Charice couldn't catch who this one was.
"I come from a land for which what I am means that I am not accepted." The girl stated, holding a pendant in her hand and adjusting her glasses. "Because I cannot live as myself, I must live in a veil. For I am an actor whose stage has been covered, forced to mask their voice to appeal those who listen on the other side. But soon…once I can get the money from all this hard work…I can finally get this operation…and perhaps I can finally be accepted for who I am."
The lights faded on Gilbert, and the blond girl grabbed her braids and slowly pulled them off, revealing…
"HOLY CRAP!"
Charice's face was completely plastered the time the third sign came up. It was in Tagalog, so basically it stated 'When You're Not Really Yourself'. She heard footsteps and saw the image of Feliciano running from one side of the stage to another in a panic (why the hell is he dressed like prince?). More footsteps echoed after them, and soon Antonio, Arthur and Francis ran into the room (why the hell are they DRESSED UP LIKE PIRATES?).
"You have nowhere to run, pretty boy. You're coming with us." Francis grinned.
"Why…?" Feliciano looked up. "Why do you want me…?"
"We don't want you…we want what you have…" Antonio smiled. "The being inside you…"
"Inside…me?" Feliciano panicked. "W-what do you mean? There is nothing inside me! Only me!"
"No, there is not just you, my boy…you hold a power that people all over the world can't even fathom…" Arthur stepped forward. "And we need it."
The lights flashed around for a few minutes (sparkle rave, anyone?), before it flashed back on Feliciano, only to reveal that he had switched with his brother who was in the exact same costume. He opened his eyes and rose to his feet with a glare that she had to say was kinda hot.
"What the hell do you want with me?" He spat.
"Oh, there you are. We ask for cooperation." Antonio stretched out his blade. "For if you don't, we will have to let your vessel suffer."
"Nothing will harm Feliciano, not even my own strength." Lovino lifted his hand. "Come on!"
The lights flashed to black, and for some reason she could've sworn that she heard someone that should not be laughing cackling like a madman (god, is that a German tone to it?). After that the lights went on, revealing the room to be empty yet again.
"That was a little strange." Elizabeta stated.
"I thought it was a bit entertaining." Lin Yi turned to Charice. "What do you think?"
"…"
"What's wrong?"
"…I think I just got raped by a history textbook…"
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