APH: Put On Your Masquerade (2/?)

Feb 21, 2010 23:23

Title: Put On Your Masquerade (2/?)
Author: grosse_averse
Characters: ...a lot D: - in this part, Germany, North Italy, Prussia, Canada, Ukraine, Estonia, Russia, America, Belgium
Rating: Probably PG-13, for some make outs
Summary: The All Hallow's Eve dance is a great way to meet up, break up, make out. Based on a prompt from 52_flavours, and in the Le Lys & La Rose universe.

Prompt:"For one crowded hour you were the only one in the room"



Part One

It was all over the school by morning - the stuffy pub owner, his husband, and the frightening owner of the antiques store were chaperoning the All Hallows Eve dance. The students might as well start learning the two step. Luckily, there was mostly sympathy towards the Kirkland-Bonnefoys and the Beilschmidts, instead of the ridicule Gilbert was expecting - nobody wanted their parents to chaperone, no matter how normal they were.

Ludwig found nothing wrong with the situation.

"Our father is responsible," he pointed out. "The last dance was horrendously organized, so I for one am pleased we will have stricter chaperones."

"Where did I go wrong?" Gilbert lamented. "What's wrong with you??"

"I think it'll be fun!" Feliciano piped up, struggling out of his football jersey, which he'd worn over his uniform to keep warm in the morning. "Your father is so funny!"

Gilbert, who found drying paint more hilarious than both his father and younger brother combined, stared blankly at the little Italian.

Matthew dropped into his seat beside Gilbert. "I'm sorry." he bemoaned for the thousandth time - Gilbert ruffled his hair.

"Hey, don't worry about it." he assured. "I'll figure something out, don't worry."

Matthew buried his face in his hands. "I'm not worried about whatever it was that you were planning that got you in trouble with your dad," he pointed out. "I'm worried what my father's going to dress up as."

"Your father's actually going to dress up?" Gilbert asked incredulously.

With a miserable nod, Matthew continued, "I heard him discussing it with Papa the other night. They changed the subject when I came in the room. I think Papa suggested something disgusting because he slept on the couch that night."

Gilbert wrinkled his nose. "I hate it when old people dress up." he complained.

--

Katya figured, there was nothing to it. She would walk up, say hi, and ask him (casually, totally casually) if he wanted to go to the dance. That shouldn't be too hard, right?

The teacher was late to their English class. Katya leaned across the aisle of desks, putting one hand on his chair to steady herself...

Then her hand slipped off and she pitched forward into the aisle.

Eduard Von Bock, smartest student in the class, a shoo-in for numerous scholarships and university offers, object of Katya's extreme affection, looked on in mild surprise as Katya did a face plant in the middle of her English class.

"Are you all right?" he asked, getting up out of his seat - Katya wished the floor would swallow her up already.

"I - I'm fine!" she replied, laughing nervously, hauling herself up on her elbows. Her nose was stinging from contact with the floor. "I slipped, I'm sorry - "

"Don't be sorry." Eduard hastened to give her a hand. "You're bleeding."

"Shit." Katya said, before her eyes widened. "Oh! I mean...I'm sorry! Ugh, this is just great..." she cupped her hand under her nose to catch the slick slide of liquid. Eduard looked lost, finally slipping his uniform tie over his head and pressing it gently against her nose. Katya's eyes widened.

"Oh, your tie - !"

"Don't worry about it." Eduard said firmly. "I'm taking you to the infirmary." he stood up to convey this to the teacher.

Katya kept a tight grip on his tie - the fact that Eduard giving her his tie for her bloody nose was the sweetest thing a boy had ever done for her was sort of sad, but she was too giddy to care.

They walked in silence down the hall towards the infirmary. Katya's nose was stinging but the bleeding had stopped. She kept Eduard's tie balled gently in her fist.

"Let's see your nose." Eduard said, leaning in, at the same time as Katya turned her head and asked, "Can I ask you - " and their heads collided.

Katya was bright red. Eduard straightened his glasses and cleared his throat nervously.

"Sorry." he apologized. "What were you going to say?"

"O-oh." Awkwardly, Katya clenched her hand around the tie and swallowed. "I - uhm. There's a Halloween dance coming up and I was wondering if, well, if you weren't busy you'd like to go with me?" at his look, she balked. "I understand if you have a date! Or if you don't want to coordinate costumes I completely understand, I mean it's hard for me to find something, I usually have to make it because of my chest, I can't...."

Katya trailed off, realizing she was rambling. "That was really stupid, I'm sorry." she offered.

"N-no!" Eduard blinked once, twice. "I can see how you would have problems finding a costume that would fit you - oh! Oh wow that came out all wrong...."

For a minute they just stood in the middle of the hallway, flushing and blushing and avoiding each others' gaze.

"Well." Eduard reached to straighten his tie, then realized he'd taken it off. "I guess you can find your way from here. Er, seeing as you're here."

Katya forced a laugh, heart dropping in disappointment. "Yes." she agreed. "I guess you'd better get back to class. Sorry about the - " she waved the tie. "And - about the dance. Just forget I said anything, I'll..."

"I would like to go with you. To the dance, I mean." Eduard met her eyes nervously, and fixed his glasses again. Katya realized it was a very cute habit of his.

"Oh!" Katya grinned. "That's great." They stood there for a few more seconds.

"I should go inside," Katya said, at the same time as Eduard said, "I should be getting back to class."

They both apologized at the same time.

Katya would have to get used to this.

--

"So you know that chick in our History class?" Alfred asked Ivan while they were in line for lunch. "Margot...her grandmother lives in Belgium and she brought cookies to class once?"

"Ah?" Ivan thought for a moment. "Yes, I know her. She is very nice girl!"

"Yeah. She asked me to the Halloween dance."

Ivan's smile froze on his face. "How nice." he murmured. Alfred was looking almost nervously at him as if seeking approval.

"Yeah. You think I should go with her?"

No, no, no, I don't!

"Why not?" Ivan shifted stiffly, gripping his lunch tray. "She is very pretty girl, very nice. She would be fun to go with to a dance."

Alfred's grin relaxed, became brilliantly relieved. "You're right!" he agreed. "She seems really nice. Hey, do you have a date yet?"

Ivan's own smile stretched painfully across his face. "No, not yet." he hummed. "Unfortunately I do not really care about taking dates to dances."

Alfred laughed and slapped him on the back. "You're funny, Braginski." he quipped. "Hey, c'mon, it's our turn."

Ivan let him go ahead and start chattering excitedly to the lunch lady. Margot, a pretty second year with curly, caramel coloured hair, was sitting with his sister and another, pigtailed girl, smiling and laughing and looking nice and normal. A perfect girl for Alfred. Ivan felt something in his chest ache curiously.

Katya looked up from her food to smile at Ivan as he passed by. "Hello, Vanya." she greeted when he stopped. "How was your day so far?"

"Fine." Ivan fidgeted, chanced a glance at Margot, who was looking up at him with a little smile. "Can I talk to you for a minute, sister?"

"Hm? Of course!" there was a happy glow about Katya's cheeks, and her step was light as she led him out to the hall. "What's up, Vanya?"

"Go to the dance with me." Ivan said seriously. "I need a date. Alfred was asked by Margot and I don't want to go alone."

"Oh." Katya started to wring her hands. "Oh Vanya, you wouldn't want to go with your older sister. Don't you have another friend you can ask? Ah, I can ask my friend, she is very nice, and..."

"Why can't I go with you?" Ivan asked, furrowing his brow. "You do not want to go with me?"

"Oh, my honeycomb, it's not that at all!" Katya cried out - talking over Ivan's protest of the nickname ("You promised you wouldn't call me that in public!"). "It's just, I already have a date."

Ivan took a minute to let this filter through. Katya attempted to give him a stern older sister stare.

"I'm not going to tell you his name, or where he lives." she announced. "He is a perfectly nice boy and I like him and we are going together. So I'm sorry, Vanya, but I already have a date."

Ivan studied her. "I will find out his name." he declared casually. "And I will have a talk with him for you, Katya. I would like very much to meet this boy who will be taking my sister to the dance and I would like to make a few things clear to him."

"Vanya, you will do no such thing!" Katya exclaimed. "I am older than you, I do not need you to babysit me! I am sure if you ask around, you will find someone to go with. Now, I am going to go back to lunch."

Ivan watched her go, hands on his hips. His sister may say that, but Ivan knew better. Concentrating on Katya's mystery date helped push Alfred and his perfect, normal Margot from Ivan's mind.

Katya, for her part, was thinking about how she could possibly keep Eduard a secret until the dance.

--

to be continued

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Note: In case you didn't know this before, I love love the idea of Ukraine calling her siblings the most ridiculous, love-laced nicknames in the history of big sisters everywhere. And Russia absolutely hating it. Although I have the feeling Belarus would hate it more and has disowned her sister several times because of it.

north italy, belgium, hetalia, america, germany, fanfiction: hetalia, le lys & la rose, au, russia, canada, ukraine, estonia, prussia

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