[APH fanfiction] The First Law of Love and War (Chapter 3)
Title: The First Law of Love and War
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Pairings: Eventually Gilbert/Roderich/Elizaveta, Ludwig/Feliciano, Feliks/Liet, Francis/Arthur and Antonio/Lovino
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Swearing, innuendos, college shenanigans, and Gilbert. Really, he's just a warning by himself.
Summary: Roderich has never really had much interest in dating. He was happy enough just writing and playing music, and never had time for much else. Then he went to college. Suddenly he's stepped into an entirely new world, and isn't really sure what to do about it...
Prologue - Chapter 1 - Chapter 2
Notes: The more I write, the more it grows... I have it planned up to about chapter 12 now, but school is conspiring to kill me, so we'll see how it goes...
Also, I realized I was mixing the names of the Italian twins. Oops. So Romano is now Lovino. Really.
~*~
By the time class was over, Gilbert was pretty sure that the stuffy boy at the front of the room was a freshmen. For one thing, he was dressed way too formally to have been in college for long. Gilbert tended to wear jeans, but then again he had impeccable fashion sense. He had friends who routinely went to class in sweatpants and hoodies. Khakis and a polo was just ridiculous, the kid seriously needed to lighten up.
Besides that, he was speaking up way too often, answering the professor's every question eagerly. Way, way too eagerly. It reminded Gilbert of one of his brother's puppies.
One that it was hilarious to tease.
When class dismissed, Gilbert hurried to grab his things and catch up with Roderich. "Yo, wait up!"
Roderich stopped from sheer surprise, turning to look over his shoulder. "...What do you want?"
Gilbert grinned, slinging an arm around Roderich's shoulders and cackling when he felt the boy tense. "You look like you could use a friend, is all. You should make friends with upperclassmen, you know, we can get you all sorts of awesome advantages."
Roderich scowled, trying to shrug Gilbert's arm off his shoulders. "Which I suppose means you."
"Of course! Now what did the prof call you...? Roddy, was it?"
Roderich bristled, eyes narrowing in fury. "How dare you act so familiar with me!" He finally managed to struggle out from under Gilbert's arm and storm off, leaving Gilbert once again staring at his back.
Gilbert had never lost his wicked grin. He chuckled, red eyes gleaming. He hadn't had this much fun since he left home.
~*~
Roderich was still fuming as he stormed into the campus's cafe/coffee shop. He needed to grab lunch in the short time between now and his next class. The nerve of that Gilbert, being so familiar with someone he didn't even know! Granted, Roderich's cousins were just as touchy-feely (especially Feliciano), but at least they were related!
He was so lost in his own thoughts that he didn't even notice he'd reached the front of the line until the cashier leaned over the counter and waved her hand in front of his face. "Hello? Can I take your order?"
He blinked, refocusing on her. "Oh, sorry."
"Are you alright?" She flicked the end of her brown ponytail back over her shoulder, brow furrowing a bit in concern.
"Uh, yeah, just lost in thought. Thanks though," he felt his cheeks turning pink for the second time that morning and silently cursed himself.
She smiled brightly at him, making him blush a little harder. "No problem. What can I get you?"
"Hm..." he peered up at the menu thoughtfully. "Just a chicken club salad, I think. And water to drink."
"Sure," she rang it up and waited while he dug out his wallet. "You work on campus?"
He blinked, looking up at her again. "What?"
She shook her head. "Ah, nevermind, you just looked like you're dressed really nicely. I thought maybe it was for a dress code." She gestured at her own cafe-issued polo and apron.
"Oh, no..." he hesitated, glancing down at himself. "You think I'm too dressed up?"
"No, it's refreshing!" She really had a nice smile, Roderich decided, and she looked around his age. "I see tons of students every day that slouch along and don't care what they look like. It's nice to see a change."
"Are you a student here?" he asked.
She nodded, beaming at him. "Yes, I just work here between classes to make a little extra cash. I'm Elizaveta," she added. "But everyone calls me Eliza."
"Eliza..." What a pretty name. "My name's Roderich."
She smiled, cheeks dimpling a little as she handed him his salad. "It's nice to meet you, Roderich. See you around?" She tilted her head, indicating the line of customers that had formed behind Roderich. He hurriedly stepped aside, realizing that this was probably not the best time to stand around and flirt, if that was actually what they had been doing.
"Yeah," he nodded, finding himself smiling back at her. "Maybe I'll see you outside work."
"I'd like that."
Roderich decided as he walked away that he liked Elizaveta's smile very much.
~*~
Gilbert whistled cheerfully as he pulled his keys out to unlock his door, but paused as he heard a voice that didn't belong to his roommate. He pushed the door open, one eyebrow already raised. "Damnit, Toni, if it's another one of your conquests-"
He stopped again, both eyebrows going up at the pretty blond lounging on Gilbert's bed. Definitely a guy, if the scruffy beard was anything to go by, but damn! "-You are way too pretty to be dating Antonio, I hope you know."
Gilbert's roommate flipped him off from his own bed, but the blond laughed and sat up, tossing his head to get the hair out of his eyes.
"My name is Francis," he offered his hand, and Gilbert dropped his bag beside the bed to take it. "Antonio and I are apparently in rival math classes this semester, and we hit it off when we met in the halls."
Gilbert raised an eyebrow again as he sat down on the bed beside Francis and started unlacing his boots. "Rival math classes?"
"The professors don't like each other much," Antonio supplied. "They seem to fight like cats and dogs. Have for years, if some of the older students can be believed."
"Literally like cats and dogs, if one takes Professor Heracles's pets into consideration," Francis chuckled.
"Anyway, this is the guy I was telling you about, my roommate Gilbert," Antonio waved a hand at the albino. Francis smiled and offered his hand again, though rather than just taking it, Gilbert yanked the blond close and kissed him square on the lips. Antonio just rolled his eyes at the 'Test of Awesomeness' (as Gilbert called it), waiting for the flailing to start. Then sat up as Francis wrapped his hands in the front of Gilbert's shirt and began kissing him back enthusiastically. "Hey now! You guys only just met and besides, we're out of condoms!"
They broke the kiss to laugh, both flushed and breathless, and Antonio kicked off his shoes so he could join them.
Life was good indeed.
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Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Pairings: Eventually Gilbert/Roderich/Elizaveta, Ludwig/Feliciano, Feliks/Liet, Francis/Arthur and Antonio/Lovino
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Swearing, innuendos, college shenanigans, and Gilbert. Really, he's just a warning by himself.
Summary: Roderich has never really had much interest in dating. He was happy enough just writing and playing music, and never had time for much else. Then he went to college. Suddenly he's stepped into an entirely new world, and isn't really sure what to do about it...
Prologue - Chapter 1 - Chapter 2
Notes: The more I write, the more it grows... I have it planned up to about chapter 12 now, but school is conspiring to kill me, so we'll see how it goes...
Also, I realized I was mixing the names of the Italian twins. Oops. So Romano is now Lovino. Really.
~*~
By the time class was over, Gilbert was pretty sure that the stuffy boy at the front of the room was a freshmen. For one thing, he was dressed way too formally to have been in college for long. Gilbert tended to wear jeans, but then again he had impeccable fashion sense. He had friends who routinely went to class in sweatpants and hoodies. Khakis and a polo was just ridiculous, the kid seriously needed to lighten up.
Besides that, he was speaking up way too often, answering the professor's every question eagerly. Way, way too eagerly. It reminded Gilbert of one of his brother's puppies.
One that it was hilarious to tease.
When class dismissed, Gilbert hurried to grab his things and catch up with Roderich. "Yo, wait up!"
Roderich stopped from sheer surprise, turning to look over his shoulder. "...What do you want?"
Gilbert grinned, slinging an arm around Roderich's shoulders and cackling when he felt the boy tense. "You look like you could use a friend, is all. You should make friends with upperclassmen, you know, we can get you all sorts of awesome advantages."
Roderich scowled, trying to shrug Gilbert's arm off his shoulders. "Which I suppose means you."
"Of course! Now what did the prof call you...? Roddy, was it?"
Roderich bristled, eyes narrowing in fury. "How dare you act so familiar with me!" He finally managed to struggle out from under Gilbert's arm and storm off, leaving Gilbert once again staring at his back.
Gilbert had never lost his wicked grin. He chuckled, red eyes gleaming. He hadn't had this much fun since he left home.
~*~
Roderich was still fuming as he stormed into the campus's cafe/coffee shop. He needed to grab lunch in the short time between now and his next class. The nerve of that Gilbert, being so familiar with someone he didn't even know! Granted, Roderich's cousins were just as touchy-feely (especially Feliciano), but at least they were related!
He was so lost in his own thoughts that he didn't even notice he'd reached the front of the line until the cashier leaned over the counter and waved her hand in front of his face. "Hello? Can I take your order?"
He blinked, refocusing on her. "Oh, sorry."
"Are you alright?" She flicked the end of her brown ponytail back over her shoulder, brow furrowing a bit in concern.
"Uh, yeah, just lost in thought. Thanks though," he felt his cheeks turning pink for the second time that morning and silently cursed himself.
She smiled brightly at him, making him blush a little harder. "No problem. What can I get you?"
"Hm..." he peered up at the menu thoughtfully. "Just a chicken club salad, I think. And water to drink."
"Sure," she rang it up and waited while he dug out his wallet. "You work on campus?"
He blinked, looking up at her again. "What?"
She shook her head. "Ah, nevermind, you just looked like you're dressed really nicely. I thought maybe it was for a dress code." She gestured at her own cafe-issued polo and apron.
"Oh, no..." he hesitated, glancing down at himself. "You think I'm too dressed up?"
"No, it's refreshing!" She really had a nice smile, Roderich decided, and she looked around his age. "I see tons of students every day that slouch along and don't care what they look like. It's nice to see a change."
"Are you a student here?" he asked.
She nodded, beaming at him. "Yes, I just work here between classes to make a little extra cash. I'm Elizaveta," she added. "But everyone calls me Eliza."
"Eliza..." What a pretty name. "My name's Roderich."
She smiled, cheeks dimpling a little as she handed him his salad. "It's nice to meet you, Roderich. See you around?" She tilted her head, indicating the line of customers that had formed behind Roderich. He hurriedly stepped aside, realizing that this was probably not the best time to stand around and flirt, if that was actually what they had been doing.
"Yeah," he nodded, finding himself smiling back at her. "Maybe I'll see you outside work."
"I'd like that."
Roderich decided as he walked away that he liked Elizaveta's smile very much.
~*~
Gilbert whistled cheerfully as he pulled his keys out to unlock his door, but paused as he heard a voice that didn't belong to his roommate. He pushed the door open, one eyebrow already raised. "Damnit, Toni, if it's another one of your conquests-"
He stopped again, both eyebrows going up at the pretty blond lounging on Gilbert's bed. Definitely a guy, if the scruffy beard was anything to go by, but damn! "-You are way too pretty to be dating Antonio, I hope you know."
Gilbert's roommate flipped him off from his own bed, but the blond laughed and sat up, tossing his head to get the hair out of his eyes.
"My name is Francis," he offered his hand, and Gilbert dropped his bag beside the bed to take it. "Antonio and I are apparently in rival math classes this semester, and we hit it off when we met in the halls."
Gilbert raised an eyebrow again as he sat down on the bed beside Francis and started unlacing his boots. "Rival math classes?"
"The professors don't like each other much," Antonio supplied. "They seem to fight like cats and dogs. Have for years, if some of the older students can be believed."
"Literally like cats and dogs, if one takes Professor Heracles's pets into consideration," Francis chuckled.
"Anyway, this is the guy I was telling you about, my roommate Gilbert," Antonio waved a hand at the albino. Francis smiled and offered his hand again, though rather than just taking it, Gilbert yanked the blond close and kissed him square on the lips. Antonio just rolled his eyes at the 'Test of Awesomeness' (as Gilbert called it), waiting for the flailing to start. Then sat up as Francis wrapped his hands in the front of Gilbert's shirt and began kissing him back enthusiastically. "Hey now! You guys only just met and besides, we're out of condoms!"
They broke the kiss to laugh, both flushed and breathless, and Antonio kicked off his shoes so he could join them.
Life was good indeed.
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