Awesome Accidents [3a/?]
anonymous
August 7 2009, 12:06:50 UTC
Gilbert eyed the fourteen year old boy with a wide smirk. He would admit it, the kid was cute. Scratch that, the kid was fucking angelic. He had on dark jeans that followed every curve of his legs and ass, with a white polo shirt that, when the wind blew, was loose enough to show off the pale cream skin of his stomach. And, of course, he was wearing his signature baseball cap that was the same shade of blue as his eyes, making them stand out even more.
“Yeah,” Gilbert chuckled, “Better than getting hyped on caffeine with Al and Chris. I just flew off that ramp and everything froze…until I realized I had my leg stretched out.” They both laughed as the albino rolled over and put his DS on the tray next to his bed.
Peter smiled sadly, “That’s how you got that thing, right?” He pointed a long finger at his friend’s right leg. The appendage was elevated, swollen, and wrapped in a couple ace bandages. It looked like it hurt. There were a few cuts and stitches that peaked out from under the wrapping that made the smaller boy squirm.
Knowing what Peter was thinking, Gilbert grabbed his hand and ran his thumb along the smooth skin there. When they fixed their gazes and red met blue, the German teen gave a big goofy grin.
“I don’t feel a thing, I’m just that awesome.” Then, his eyes followed down the planes of his stomach to get an awkwardly angled glance at the elevated leg.
“Nothing else got messed up, ‘cept for a few splinters and scrapes on my right hand. The stupid motorcycle had me pressed against the fence, so, when I had my leg jammed in there, it was stuck at a painful angle and I couldn’t get out.”
“Thankfully, it was Liz’s place. She was in her pool when I crashed, so she ran out and called 911 on her cell phone. Then, she tried to help me get my leg out of her fence and, Jesus Christ, I’ve never swore that much at a girl before.”
Peter’s pained expression changed as the edges of his mouth quirked up slightly. “So, you feeling a little better?” He blushed when he finally noticed the hand that was squeezing his and got a small snicker for it.
“I’ve never felt better in my life. I mean, I thought spending all day in this hellhole would be boring…” He snickered again at seeing his friend’s blush darken. Hey, if he didn’t want to hold hands, all the kid had to do was pull away. “Then, you came.”
Peter gasped when he noticed how nervous he was getting, and tried to start more small talk to get out of the grave he was slowly digging for himself.
“I thought you were happy playing Phoenix Wright. I mean, there’s not many times in life that you get to use that brain of yours. What, with it‘s overload of smarts and all.” This made the albino laugh and Peter sighed in relief. Topic changed. He blush started fading.
Another good thing, the older teen let go of his hand. “Actually, I play to see Edgeworth. I mean, you have to admit, guys with dirty little secrets and unnatural colored hair are sexy.”
Peter’s eyes widened and his blush came back with a vengeance. But he had to admit, guys with dirty little secrets and unnatural colored hair were, indeed, sexy. And hot. And laying on the hospital bed right in fro--
No, he would not start acting soft in front of the toughest friend he had. He didn’t like him...no way in hell.
“Yeah, right, bastard. People like smart, strong, hot, kick-ass, blonde guys better.” The dirty blonde replied, sticking his tongue out playfully.
Gilbert laughed and patted the other boy’s shoulder. “Yeah, but when did Matt get dragged into this?” He smiled, letting Peter know he was just joking.
They were both staring at each other with smiling lips and shining eyes that were covered with a fog of doubt and confusion. Out of all the friends both boys had, they were best friends. The best of the best. And even idiots like Im Yong Soo and Alfred could tell that they both wanted to be something more.
Awesome Accidents [3b/?]
anonymous
August 7 2009, 12:09:24 UTC
Peter was sweating and so close to shaking. He’d never dated before. Hell, he didn’t even know if he was gay. He wasn’t ready for anything, but, he couldn’t say no to his eighteen year old best friend while he was in the hospital. He couldn’t say no anyway. His tongue was a cinderblock that fell to the bottom of his mouth, not getting up any time soon.
The white-haired teen was blushing lightly as he reached for Peter’s face. Sandy blonde hair was pushed behind red ears by Gilbert‘s pale, shaking hands. The hands moved across heated cheeks and Peter was caught between wanting to slap them away or urging them on. Twitching fingers made their way, about to glide over untouched, pink lips until the door slammed open and an angry nurse stomped in.
Gilbert jumped when the nurse came in, freeing the young teen from his spell, and making him realise what just happened.
“I-I have to go.” Peter grabbed his backpack from one of the room’ chairs and stormed out the door, past the nurse, running with as much speed as he entered with.
“Gilbert! Hey! Potato bastard’s brother! Where in the hell did that dickhead go with my brother? Feliciano was here to take lunch break with me when he spotted your stupid brother in the cafeteria, and they just left. I swear, if they’re in the janitor’s closet again, I’ll--”
Nurse Vargas growled and sent a full-on glare towards the albino patient, who was still confused by what he’d just done.
“If they‘re in there, Mr. Karpusi ‘ll chase ‘em out.” Gilbert said softly, trying to replay the last five minutes in his head and get the nurse out of his room.
The angry Italian yelled, “He’s sleeping on one of the unoccupied hospital beds! Merda! Am I going to have to do this all by myself?” Looking over at the patient on the bed, his eyes were closed and he didn’t seem to be listening.
“Fine! But when I throw your potato bastard brother out one of the fourth floor windows, it’ll be all your fault!” Lovino stormed out the door again, letting it slam shut.
“It’s…all my fault, huh?” Gilbert whispered to himself, still trying to figure out what he did wrong.
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And so I reach the half way mark. :3 Do ya like it so far? I'm glad I'm writing this, because you don't see much of this pairing around. It's like my OTP~
Tell me if this sucks and I shall strive to improve.
Thanks you to the OP and other anon comments. It means a lot to me.
Yes, anon, I love it and I am also glad you're writing it~ (and it totally does not suck!) The pairing really does need more love. This is so adorably adorable. I can feel my teeth rotting :) I particularly love Peter. He's so fantastically IC. Awesome job~!
Awesome Accidents [4a/?]
anonymous
August 21 2009, 23:39:25 UTC
“Peter? We were about to call you. Dinner’s done. Go wash up and then we’ll eat.” Tino had on a bright smile as he set a large bowl of something on the table. By the smell of it, they were having salmon something again.
Their family had had salmon dishes for the past week, thanks to the fishing trip they took the weekend beforehand. Not that anybody minded. Even Hanatamago liked to eat a strip of the orange fish meat every now and then.
Sometimes, though, his Dad had horrible recipes. But, since his Papa had almost the same taste in food,he didn’t mind whatever came out of the oven. Even Peter, who had to brave through his older brother Arthur’s cooking until he was put up for adoption, seemed to enjoy the Nordic food every now and again. Not like his taste buds weren’t dead already anyway.
When his backpack and hat were thrown into the mess of sheets on his bed, Peter skidded into the kitchen, his socks making him slide across the floor tiles until he was at the proper seat. Hanatamago barked after him and promptly jumped into the boy’s lap when he sat down.
Dinner turned out to be lohikiusaus. Dad’s dinners were alright. He and Papa usually made similar dishes, anyway. So, it was either get used to the food or eat at his friends’ houses every night. And, as nice as most of his and his parents’ friends were, if he had to eat one more pierogi while Felix bitched about his boyfriend or one more bowl of pasta with Mr. Antonio and Lovino arguing on the side, he was going to break down and give up eating for good.
When he polished his plate off, Peter avoided the questions about Gilbert’s condition and bolted for his room. After jogging up the steps, Hanatamago not too far behind, Peter threw open his door, entered his bedroom, and locked the door behind him.
Hanatamago followed, his fluffy white tail wagging behind him as the fur ball leaped onto Peter’s bed. Somehow, the dog always slid into the room before there was time to lock him out. When the boy flopped down on his bed, his dog was all too happy to use his chest as a pillow. Peter grunted at the weight on his chest, but gave in and ran his fingers through the canine’s snowy curls.
The teen pulled his azure covers over the two of them and closed his eyes, ignoring the dog’s worried stare. He was tired as all hell and his mind was racing miles a minute. There was no way everything at the hospital really happened.
He’d never thought about having a girlfriend. Even when the boys started getting weak in the knees around Ivan’s older sister, Halyna. Even when Matthew began having after school ‘sessions’ with Mr. Bonnefoy. Even when girls like Freija and Elizaveta started spying on those aforementioned ‘sessions’ and sporting nasty nosebleeds. Even if someone were to profess their unending love to him, it wouldn’t have changed anything.
After he was separated from Arthur, it was a big change. Going from a lonely heartbroken Brit to a happy homosexual couple made Peter’s head do a 360. Tino and Berwald were always good parents, but when he was picked on at school for being adopted by a gay couple, that helped the sandy blonde decide on not dating for a long while. It only hurt others.
One of the days when he was being slammed against his locker by a few thugs from his class, a group of kids passed them by and, without second thoughts, beat the pulp out of the people ganging up on Peter. When the boy opened his eyes, there stood his new friends.
Since that day, nobody else has ever picked on him because of his parents or his life in general. With Alfred Jones, Matthew Williams, Im Yong Soo, Chris Lambert, and Gilbert Weillschmidt standing up for him, Peter not only felt safe; he didn’t feel lonely anymore.
Awesome Accidents [4b/?]
anonymous
August 21 2009, 23:41:06 UTC
Peter broke out of his daydream state when there was a knock on his bedroom door. Hanatamago jumped off the teens stomach and scurried over to the door, standing on his hind legs and scratching ath the piece of wood with trimmed nails.
The sandy blonde frowned at the loss of warmth, but sat up and invited his guest in, telling them that it was open.
When Peter let his head fall back onto the pillows, a pale hand pushed his door open and revealed the worried face of a certain wavy-haired Canadian.
“He wants to say he’s sorry.” The older boy whispered, shutting the door behind him as he stepped into Peter’s cluttered room.
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So, finally another update. I'm so glad you guys like this so far. And the comments about Peter being very IC...I've never noticed that before. ^^; Guess I just go with the flow. OP, I will pay your dentist bill for those rotting teeth, ja? I'm so glad people like it so much. Nurse Romano will have another part soon. Ace Attorney is my second love right now, so expect more idiotic game playing from Gilbert. And I will keep this going for as long as I can. I have a list of over thirty things to do before school starts (in three weeks, daaaaaaaaaaamn) and once I finally get back into school, I'll have more inspiration for you. Glad you all like this. :3 And the pairing. Join the pack; ship Sealand/Prussia. ReCaptcha: easies R.1; the new brand of easy. ReCaptcha again: lips 12. They want Sealand back to his younger age, don't they? Pedos! >D
Awesome Accidents [4cameosandotherstuff/?]
anonymous
August 21 2009, 23:50:59 UTC
Forgot to do this before. Sorry.
lohikiusaus - salmon and potato casserole, lit. "salmon temptation" - Finnish but similar to a Swedish dish as well. Halyna - Ukraine's human name in this story. Freija - Belgium's human name in this story. Chris Lambert - Australia's human name in this story.
): Sorry I forgot to put this with b. Anon is a 'tard, plz?
And having to wear braces galore on my legs for the last few weeks of vacation has really inspired the next chapter with Gilbo in it.
Awesome Accidents [5/?]
anonymous
August 31 2009, 04:22:01 UTC
“Thanks Matt. I’ll be sure to go see him tomorrow.” Peter bit his lip as he held the front door open for his guest. “See ya later.”
The taller boy nodded and turn to leave, shouting a quick thank you to Peter and his family for letting him come over for a little while. Then, as a second though, he turned back around again with a sad smile on his face.
“Gilbert can be a douche sometimes. But the way he was worrying about how much he thinks he messed up, he must really care about you.” Content with where their conversation ended, Matthew walked out the door and shoved his headphones in his ears. He had a good distance to walk home.
The things I do for my friends. He sighed and flicked his hood up to shield the wisps of wind that blew his hair everywhere.
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When Peter shuffled back into his room, the only noises he heard was the near-silent hum of his computer and the small thumps of his heartbeat. Papa must have taken Hanatamago to go potty in the backyard or something. His parents usually liked to let the ball or fuzz out on nights like these and lay together in the grass with their pet, watching the stars and feeling the warm summer breeze slide over their bodies.
He usually went out and joined in the relaxing. But today, the blonde teen had one thing nagging at him from the back of his mind.
And that was one thing to many.
Jumping in his swivel chair and sitting at the computer desk, Peter turned on the monitor, logged into MSN, and cracked his fingers. There were already three screens open and three people behind those screens ready to talk. This was going to be a long night.
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Chris had wanted to know how their ‘date’ went. Telling the cocky boy to ‘STFU‘, Peter exited out of that chat window and moved on to the next.
Im Yong Soo claimed that he had put the idea that Gilbert would look good with him in the albino’s head and took full credit for any successful dates to come. Exit.
Alfred had typed that he was sitting at the computer with Mattie and that they both fully encourage him to visit the injured boy first thing the next morning. He typed in a quick ‘Alright, thanks.” and closed down that window too.
Looking through his list of contacts, Ravis seemed to be online. They talked for a couple minutes, joined a chat with the other three boys logged in who wouldn’t leave poor Peter alone, and finally, the Peter was too tired to worry about what his friends were saying.
He logged out and shut down the computer for the night. Stealing a quick glance at his bedside clock, the teen saw that it was already midnight. He needed to wake up early tomorrow. Tomorrow was going to be a long day.
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So I know I said Gilbert would be in the next chapter. I lied. ^^; The hospital chapter's too long to be 5, so I made it it's own chapter; 6. It's halfway finished now. Please bear with me? *puppy dog eyes*
Also, thanks for the comments, guys. Very happy that I could make days better and make you guys eager to read further installments of this. Again, if something needs improvement, you tell me. This chapter's short but the next one will definitely make up for it. :3
Awesome Accidents [6a/?]
anonymous
August 31 2009, 11:25:51 UTC
The next morning, Dad woke him up at nine. Breakfast was made for him, a simple plate of pancakes covered in syrup.
Peter took a few gulps of his Papa’s coffee before the tall man shuffled into the kitchen with an old pair of work boots on, beads of sweat slithering down his forehead and following the lines of his cheekbones. Must have been up all morning working again.
Papa worked as a police officer full-time with wood carving and mechanics on the side to earn a few extra bucks if need be. Lately, he was waking up at insanely early hours, went into their shed to work on a half finished table to replace the old one in their kitchen, did whatever made his ‘wife’ and son happy after they all ate breakfast, and left for his police job by three.
“Good morning, dear.” Dad chirped, pecking his husband on the cheek. Peter laughed at how silly they looker together; his Dad, grinning like a madman while standing on his tiptoes, (in an apron) kissing his Papa, who was incredibly tall, covered in dirty work clothes and sweat, and had slightly stiffened at the gesture, giving a faint blush.
In most of these types of relationships that Peter had seen, the ‘Papa’ of the couple acted like his Dad was. And vice versa. The teen shook his head and brushed the thought away. His family was weird and backwards; so what? So was he. It was normal.
“‘ n’tic’d th’t m’ c’ffe’s onl’ h’lf f’ll. P’t’r…” His Papa’s voice was playful, showing that he (and apparently his wife as well) didn’t mind that the teen was drinking coffee. Most of his friends’ parents flipped at that. But what did they know?
Pater looked up to see his Papa’s slightly-smiling face stare down at him as Dad took a seat at the table too. They all ate in silence for awhile; though Peter wasn’t stupid. He knew when his parents were rubbing each other’s thighs under the wooden structure. It wasn’t that hard to figure out. He may be a little niave, but the shaggy blonde knew when certain things crossed the lines of innocent.
Speaking of certain things…
Peter looked up to see if he could get someone’s attention. And as if his mind was read, Papa was already staring back, opening his mouth to speak.
Right on time.
“H’ve ta g’t p’ly’r’th’n’ fr’m th’ st’r’ n’xt. W’nt m’ ta dr’p ya ‘ff at th‘ h‘sp‘t’l?” Papa mumbled, seeming to have better speech with a mouthful of pancakes than he would have without.
He nodded. “Sure thing, Papa. Let me just throw some clean clothes on.” He stood from the table, put his plate in the sink, and sprinted to his room.
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“If Papa drops you off now, how are you going to get home later, Peter?” Tino asked worriedly, brushing an invisible speck of dust from his son’s shoulder.
“Al promised to take me over that idiot Arthur’s house after for a little while. I should be back after dinner.” He smiled and ran out the door. The hell with asking to rides, he had a few bucks, he;d take the bus. Dad was just over-protective sometimes.
He waved to his Dad and dog as Papa’s truck pulled out of the driveway.
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Peter took his time going through the hospital this time. He was scared and nervous. What if Gilbert hated him for running away? What if he did that on purpose so they wouldn’t have to be friends anymore? What if he was just growing into a big sexually frustrated pervert like Arthur and Francis? There was no telling and the ‘What if’s wouldn’t stop.
“Hey, little one.” A loud voice boomed through his skull and rattled the negative thoughts from his mind. “You look real down today. Something you want to talk about?”
It was that security guard, grinning down at him like Feliciano does on pasta day at school. Come to think of it, they did look a lot alike. Strong tanned hands found their way to the small teen’s soldiers and clamped down on them.
“I’m fine, sir.” Peter looked down at his shoes. Oh, what a lovely shade of black they were today. That loud voice snapped him out of his thoughts again, making him look up at the man.
“Well if you ever need anything you’ve got a lot of good friends here.” He smiled. “That boy you came here to visit before, he’s leaving today, kid. So smile a little bit, it’s not that bad.” The man kept his hands to himself again and sunk back into his chair by the door, looking quite ready for a nap.
“Yeah,” Gilbert chuckled, “Better than getting hyped on caffeine with Al and Chris. I just flew off that ramp and everything froze…until I realized I had my leg stretched out.” They both laughed as the albino rolled over and put his DS on the tray next to his bed.
Peter smiled sadly, “That’s how you got that thing, right?” He pointed a long finger at his friend’s right leg. The appendage was elevated, swollen, and wrapped in a couple ace bandages. It looked like it hurt. There were a few cuts and stitches that peaked out from under the wrapping that made the smaller boy squirm.
Knowing what Peter was thinking, Gilbert grabbed his hand and ran his thumb along the smooth skin there. When they fixed their gazes and red met blue, the German teen gave a big goofy grin.
“I don’t feel a thing, I’m just that awesome.” Then, his eyes followed down the planes of his stomach to get an awkwardly angled glance at the elevated leg.
“Nothing else got messed up, ‘cept for a few splinters and scrapes on my right hand. The stupid motorcycle had me pressed against the fence, so, when I had my leg jammed in there, it was stuck at a painful angle and I couldn’t get out.”
“Thankfully, it was Liz’s place. She was in her pool when I crashed, so she ran out and called 911 on her cell phone. Then, she tried to help me get my leg out of her fence and, Jesus Christ, I’ve never swore that much at a girl before.”
Peter’s pained expression changed as the edges of his mouth quirked up slightly. “So, you feeling a little better?” He blushed when he finally noticed the hand that was squeezing his and got a small snicker for it.
“I’ve never felt better in my life. I mean, I thought spending all day in this hellhole would be boring…” He snickered again at seeing his friend’s blush darken. Hey, if he didn’t want to hold hands, all the kid had to do was pull away. “Then, you came.”
Peter gasped when he noticed how nervous he was getting, and tried to start more small talk to get out of the grave he was slowly digging for himself.
“I thought you were happy playing Phoenix Wright. I mean, there’s not many times in life that you get to use that brain of yours. What, with it‘s overload of smarts and all.” This made the albino laugh and Peter sighed in relief. Topic changed. He blush started fading.
Another good thing, the older teen let go of his hand. “Actually, I play to see Edgeworth. I mean, you have to admit, guys with dirty little secrets and unnatural colored hair are sexy.”
Peter’s eyes widened and his blush came back with a vengeance. But he had to admit, guys with dirty little secrets and unnatural colored hair were, indeed, sexy. And hot. And laying on the hospital bed right in fro--
No, he would not start acting soft in front of the toughest friend he had. He didn’t like him...no way in hell.
“Yeah, right, bastard. People like smart, strong, hot, kick-ass, blonde guys better.” The dirty blonde replied, sticking his tongue out playfully.
Gilbert laughed and patted the other boy’s shoulder. “Yeah, but when did Matt get dragged into this?” He smiled, letting Peter know he was just joking.
They were both staring at each other with smiling lips and shining eyes that were covered with a fog of doubt and confusion. Out of all the friends both boys had, they were best friends. The best of the best. And even idiots like Im Yong Soo and Alfred could tell that they both wanted to be something more.
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The white-haired teen was blushing lightly as he reached for Peter’s face. Sandy blonde hair was pushed behind red ears by Gilbert‘s pale, shaking hands. The hands moved across heated cheeks and Peter was caught between wanting to slap them away or urging them on. Twitching fingers made their way, about to glide over untouched, pink lips until the door slammed open and an angry nurse stomped in.
Gilbert jumped when the nurse came in, freeing the young teen from his spell, and making him realise what just happened.
“I-I have to go.” Peter grabbed his backpack from one of the room’ chairs and stormed out the door, past the nurse, running with as much speed as he entered with.
“Gilbert! Hey! Potato bastard’s brother! Where in the hell did that dickhead go with my brother? Feliciano was here to take lunch break with me when he spotted your stupid brother in the cafeteria, and they just left. I swear, if they’re in the janitor’s closet again, I’ll--”
Nurse Vargas growled and sent a full-on glare towards the albino patient, who was still confused by what he’d just done.
“If they‘re in there, Mr. Karpusi ‘ll chase ‘em out.” Gilbert said softly, trying to replay the last five minutes in his head and get the nurse out of his room.
The angry Italian yelled, “He’s sleeping on one of the unoccupied hospital beds! Merda! Am I going to have to do this all by myself?” Looking over at the patient on the bed, his eyes were closed and he didn’t seem to be listening.
“Fine! But when I throw your potato bastard brother out one of the fourth floor windows, it’ll be all your fault!” Lovino stormed out the door again, letting it slam shut.
“It’s…all my fault, huh?” Gilbert whispered to himself, still trying to figure out what he did wrong.
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And so I reach the half way mark. :3 Do ya like it so far? I'm glad I'm writing this, because you don't see much of this pairing around. It's like my OTP~
Tell me if this sucks and I shall strive to improve.
Thanks you to the OP and other anon comments. It means a lot to me.
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This is so adorably adorable. I can feel my teeth rotting :) I particularly love Peter. He's so fantastically IC. Awesome job~!
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Please don't stop now. It's great how it's going so far!
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Second: ACE ATTORNEY. OH GOD. (And I lol'd at the "I play to see Edgeworth"...because I kind of do...")
Third: I literally cannot wait for more of this. God damn it, there's another tab to keep up until the story gets done. XD
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Their family had had salmon dishes for the past week, thanks to the fishing trip they took the weekend beforehand. Not that anybody minded. Even Hanatamago liked to eat a strip of the orange fish meat every now and then.
Sometimes, though, his Dad had horrible recipes. But, since his Papa had almost the same taste in food,he didn’t mind whatever came out of the oven. Even Peter, who had to brave through his older brother Arthur’s cooking until he was put up for adoption, seemed to enjoy the Nordic food every now and again. Not like his taste buds weren’t dead already anyway.
When his backpack and hat were thrown into the mess of sheets on his bed, Peter skidded into the kitchen, his socks making him slide across the floor tiles until he was at the proper seat. Hanatamago barked after him and promptly jumped into the boy’s lap when he sat down.
Dinner turned out to be lohikiusaus. Dad’s dinners were alright. He and Papa usually made similar dishes, anyway. So, it was either get used to the food or eat at his friends’ houses every night. And, as nice as most of his and his parents’ friends were, if he had to eat one more pierogi while Felix bitched about his boyfriend or one more bowl of pasta with Mr. Antonio and Lovino arguing on the side, he was going to break down and give up eating for good.
When he polished his plate off, Peter avoided the questions about Gilbert’s condition and bolted for his room. After jogging up the steps, Hanatamago not too far behind, Peter threw open his door, entered his bedroom, and locked the door behind him.
Hanatamago followed, his fluffy white tail wagging behind him as the fur ball leaped onto Peter’s bed. Somehow, the dog always slid into the room before there was time to lock him out. When the boy flopped down on his bed, his dog was all too happy to use his chest as a pillow. Peter grunted at the weight on his chest, but gave in and ran his fingers through the canine’s snowy curls.
The teen pulled his azure covers over the two of them and closed his eyes, ignoring the dog’s worried stare. He was tired as all hell and his mind was racing miles a minute. There was no way everything at the hospital really happened.
He’d never thought about having a girlfriend. Even when the boys started getting weak in the knees around Ivan’s older sister, Halyna. Even when Matthew began having after school ‘sessions’ with Mr. Bonnefoy. Even when girls like Freija and Elizaveta started spying on those aforementioned ‘sessions’ and sporting nasty nosebleeds. Even if someone were to profess their unending love to him, it wouldn’t have changed anything.
After he was separated from Arthur, it was a big change. Going from a lonely heartbroken Brit to a happy homosexual couple made Peter’s head do a 360. Tino and Berwald were always good parents, but when he was picked on at school for being adopted by a gay couple, that helped the sandy blonde decide on not dating for a long while. It only hurt others.
One of the days when he was being slammed against his locker by a few thugs from his class, a group of kids passed them by and, without second thoughts, beat the pulp out of the people ganging up on Peter. When the boy opened his eyes, there stood his new friends.
Since that day, nobody else has ever picked on him because of his parents or his life in general. With Alfred Jones, Matthew Williams, Im Yong Soo, Chris Lambert, and Gilbert Weillschmidt standing up for him, Peter not only felt safe; he didn’t feel lonely anymore.
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The sandy blonde frowned at the loss of warmth, but sat up and invited his guest in, telling them that it was open.
When Peter let his head fall back onto the pillows, a pale hand pushed his door open and revealed the worried face of a certain wavy-haired Canadian.
“He wants to say he’s sorry.” The older boy whispered, shutting the door behind him as he stepped into Peter’s cluttered room.
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So, finally another update. I'm so glad you guys like this so far. And the comments about Peter being very IC...I've never noticed that before. ^^; Guess I just go with the flow.
OP, I will pay your dentist bill for those rotting teeth, ja?
I'm so glad people like it so much. Nurse Romano will have another part soon. Ace Attorney is my second love right now, so expect more idiotic game playing from Gilbert. And I will keep this going for as long as I can. I have a list of over thirty things to do before school starts (in three weeks, daaaaaaaaaaamn) and once I finally get back into school, I'll have more inspiration for you.
Glad you all like this. :3 And the pairing. Join the pack; ship Sealand/Prussia.
ReCaptcha: easies R.1; the new brand of easy.
ReCaptcha again: lips 12. They want Sealand back to his younger age, don't they? Pedos! >D
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lohikiusaus - salmon and potato casserole, lit. "salmon temptation" - Finnish but similar to a Swedish dish as well.
Halyna - Ukraine's human name in this story.
Freija - Belgium's human name in this story.
Chris Lambert - Australia's human name in this story.
): Sorry I forgot to put this with b. Anon is a 'tard, plz?
And having to wear braces galore on my legs for the last few weeks of vacation has really inspired the next chapter with Gilbo in it.
Be afraid; be very afraid. >3
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Can't wait to read more~
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The taller boy nodded and turn to leave, shouting a quick thank you to Peter and his family for letting him come over for a little while. Then, as a second though, he turned back around again with a sad smile on his face.
“Gilbert can be a douche sometimes. But the way he was worrying about how much he thinks he messed up, he must really care about you.” Content with where their conversation ended, Matthew walked out the door and shoved his headphones in his ears. He had a good distance to walk home.
The things I do for my friends. He sighed and flicked his hood up to shield the wisps of wind that blew his hair everywhere.
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When Peter shuffled back into his room, the only noises he heard was the near-silent hum of his computer and the small thumps of his heartbeat. Papa must have taken Hanatamago to go potty in the backyard or something. His parents usually liked to let the ball or fuzz out on nights like these and lay together in the grass with their pet, watching the stars and feeling the warm summer breeze slide over their bodies.
He usually went out and joined in the relaxing. But today, the blonde teen had one thing nagging at him from the back of his mind.
And that was one thing to many.
Jumping in his swivel chair and sitting at the computer desk, Peter turned on the monitor, logged into MSN, and cracked his fingers. There were already three screens open and three people behind those screens ready to talk. This was going to be a long night.
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Chris had wanted to know how their ‘date’ went. Telling the cocky boy to ‘STFU‘, Peter exited out of that chat window and moved on to the next.
Im Yong Soo claimed that he had put the idea that Gilbert would look good with him in the albino’s head and took full credit for any successful dates to come. Exit.
Alfred had typed that he was sitting at the computer with Mattie and that they both fully encourage him to visit the injured boy first thing the next morning. He typed in a quick ‘Alright, thanks.” and closed down that window too.
Looking through his list of contacts, Ravis seemed to be online. They talked for a couple minutes, joined a chat with the other three boys logged in who wouldn’t leave poor Peter alone, and finally, the Peter was too tired to worry about what his friends were saying.
He logged out and shut down the computer for the night. Stealing a quick glance at his bedside clock, the teen saw that it was already midnight. He needed to wake up early tomorrow. Tomorrow was going to be a long day.
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So I know I said Gilbert would be in the next chapter. I lied. ^^; The hospital chapter's too long to be 5, so I made it it's own chapter; 6. It's halfway finished now. Please bear with me? *puppy dog eyes*
Also, thanks for the comments, guys. Very happy that I could make days better and make you guys eager to read further installments of this. Again, if something needs improvement, you tell me. This chapter's short but the next one will definitely make up for it. :3
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Peter took a few gulps of his Papa’s coffee before the tall man shuffled into the kitchen with an old pair of work boots on, beads of sweat slithering down his forehead and following the lines of his cheekbones. Must have been up all morning working again.
Papa worked as a police officer full-time with wood carving and mechanics on the side to earn a few extra bucks if need be. Lately, he was waking up at insanely early hours, went into their shed to work on a half finished table to replace the old one in their kitchen, did whatever made his ‘wife’ and son happy after they all ate breakfast, and left for his police job by three.
“Good morning, dear.” Dad chirped, pecking his husband on the cheek. Peter laughed at how silly they looker together; his Dad, grinning like a madman while standing on his tiptoes, (in an apron) kissing his Papa, who was incredibly tall, covered in dirty work clothes and sweat, and had slightly stiffened at the gesture, giving a faint blush.
In most of these types of relationships that Peter had seen, the ‘Papa’ of the couple acted like his Dad was. And vice versa. The teen shook his head and brushed the thought away. His family was weird and backwards; so what? So was he. It was normal.
“‘ n’tic’d th’t m’ c’ffe’s onl’ h’lf f’ll. P’t’r…” His Papa’s voice was playful, showing that he (and apparently his wife as well) didn’t mind that the teen was drinking coffee. Most of his friends’ parents flipped at that. But what did they know?
Pater looked up to see his Papa’s slightly-smiling face stare down at him as Dad took a seat at the table too. They all ate in silence for awhile; though Peter wasn’t stupid. He knew when his parents were rubbing each other’s thighs under the wooden structure. It wasn’t that hard to figure out. He may be a little niave, but the shaggy blonde knew when certain things crossed the lines of innocent.
Speaking of certain things…
Peter looked up to see if he could get someone’s attention. And as if his mind was read, Papa was already staring back, opening his mouth to speak.
Right on time.
“H’ve ta g’t p’ly’r’th’n’ fr’m th’ st’r’ n’xt. W’nt m’ ta dr’p ya ‘ff at th‘ h‘sp‘t’l?” Papa mumbled, seeming to have better speech with a mouthful of pancakes than he would have without.
He nodded. “Sure thing, Papa. Let me just throw some clean clothes on.” He stood from the table, put his plate in the sink, and sprinted to his room.
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“If Papa drops you off now, how are you going to get home later, Peter?” Tino asked worriedly, brushing an invisible speck of dust from his son’s shoulder.
“Al promised to take me over that idiot Arthur’s house after for a little while. I should be back after dinner.” He smiled and ran out the door. The hell with asking to rides, he had a few bucks, he;d take the bus. Dad was just over-protective sometimes.
He waved to his Dad and dog as Papa’s truck pulled out of the driveway.
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Peter took his time going through the hospital this time. He was scared and nervous. What if Gilbert hated him for running away? What if he did that on purpose so they wouldn’t have to be friends anymore? What if he was just growing into a big sexually frustrated pervert like Arthur and Francis? There was no telling and the ‘What if’s wouldn’t stop.
“Hey, little one.” A loud voice boomed through his skull and rattled the negative thoughts from his mind. “You look real down today. Something you want to talk about?”
It was that security guard, grinning down at him like Feliciano does on pasta day at school. Come to think of it, they did look a lot alike. Strong tanned hands found their way to the small teen’s soldiers and clamped down on them.
“I’m fine, sir.” Peter looked down at his shoes. Oh, what a lovely shade of black they were today. That loud voice snapped him out of his thoughts again, making him look up at the man.
“Well if you ever need anything you’ve got a lot of good friends here.” He smiled. “That boy you came here to visit before, he’s leaving today, kid. So smile a little bit, it’s not that bad.” The man kept his hands to himself again and sunk back into his chair by the door, looking quite ready for a nap.
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