Hated [part 12a/12]
anonymous
March 5 2011, 06:35:28 UTC
Once or twice, someone dares to ask Gilbert and Antonio where Marianne is, why she hasn’t been to school for nearly a week, but they get no answer, only menacing silence. Alfred even stops by her house, but his considerable charms are not enough to persuade her father to let him in to see her. No one can find out what happened to her, and the gossip on the webpage slows down somewhat now that the target has been eliminated.
At the student council meeting, Arthur find himself unable to function without Marianne’s unique brand of assistance. Sey and Alfred do their best to fill in for her, but they don’t know what he wants like she does, and he snaps at them more than they probably deserve. Everyone in the room looks extremely relieved when Arthur dismisses them early, and he leaves to find Gilbert and Antonio.
“Whadya want, Kirkland?” Gilbert growls once Arthur catches up to them.
“Where is Bonnefoy, you two?”
“She’s at home.”
“Do you know when she is coming back?”
“No.”
Antonio gives Arthur a pitying look. “She’ll come back when the doctor says she can.”
“Why, what’s wrong with her?”
The other two watch him as Gilbert says slowly, “I don’t know, but she went with her parents to the clinic on 6th street, and that’s what her mom told me when they came back.”
There is only one clinic on 6th street and Arthur knows it. He attempts to cover his astonishment with a supercilious sniff. “Well, I imagine she would need such services. Whatever it takes for a slut like her to learn.”
The steely gleam in Antonio’s eyes is frightening. “You know something, Arthur.”
“Of course you do,” Gilbert mutters, advancing upon Arthur with a fiendish grin. “You’re the one who has known Marianne the longest. You’re the one with the most power in the school besides Vargas himself, and even he doesn’t give a crap about anything until you bring it up.”
“You have always hated her, and all this time, you were keeping an eye on her to make sure she will never gain anyone else’s sympathy.”
“Weren’t you two applying for the same university, Kirkland? Yeah, I think so. Well, I guess you’re thrilled now that you don’t have to worry about her taking your spot.”
“Like I said, Marianne brought it on herself. She chose to live immorally, and these were the natural consequences of her choices.” Arthur doesn’t want to talk about Marianne anymore, knowing he was involved with her on and off throughout the years, guilty by association, but he can’t help himself, can’t stop talking. “You can’t prove anything, anyway.”
“You’re right, we don’t have proof, nor would we need any, when we know how much you hate her. But maybe next time you ought to make sure whoever made the website spells words the proper way, because it is sure as hell makes you look guilty.”
They walk off, but stop once Arthur starts laughing.
“Why the fuck do you even stand up for her?” he demands. “She has never done anything for anyone else that wouldn’t benefit her somehow. She only got onto the student council because she was screwing Vargas, she did not get any votes. I don’t think I have seen the school more united than when that site went up, because trust me, no one can stand her for longer than it takes to fuck her. How do you two not see that, how are you so blind?”
Arthur is practically screaming by now, and he is ready when they tackle him. Out of the three, he fights dirtiest, but they are ripping into him with the rage of animals. He pushes back with all the bitterness in his heart, punching and kicking, because he realizes now that she is bringing him down with her, and he has nothing left to lose.
By the time the headmaster could separate them, because no other student dared to interfere, they are bleeding and bruised, Arthur’s nose crooked and dripping blood, Gilbert’s tooth loose in its socket, Antonio sporting another black eye to match his healing one. Vargas tuts at them affectionately, letting them know he will be notifying their parents of their behavior, and if they cause any more trouble on campus, they can say farewell to their diplomas.
Hated [part 12b/12]
anonymous
March 5 2011, 06:51:05 UTC
Once they clean up and change into less bloody clothes, Gilbert and Antonio head for Marianne’s house. Her father lets them in after they explain, but it takes a little more convincing to get Marianne to open her bedroom door. She does eventually and looks startled to see her friends injured so, and invites them to stay a while.
“We all look pretty awful, don’t we?” she says quietly. She is thin and worn and pale, her nearly as translucent, her eyes bloodshot from crying. “I have been sick, Gil, Toni. I could not even eat.”
They know.
“The doctor says I will get better soon. I hope so, I am tired of looking ugly.”
“You’re not ugly, Marianne,” Antonio assures her. “You never were.”
“Of course not,” she murmurs, smiling weakly. “Thank you, for fighting for me. I will fight for you next time. All for one and one for all, isn’t that what we promised?”
They are too tired to do much else, and so they curl up together in bed, promptly falling asleep in each other’s arms. Marianne’s mother comes in to cover them with a blanket, kissing all three on their foreheads. When they wake up an hour later, they are starving, and Marianne’s father finally gets the big family dinner he had been wanting. Marianne still complains of her stomach hurting, but now it is from laughing too much, and she will be content with that.
When Gilbert and Antonio are about to, she asks if they had hurt Arthur too much.
“No, just enough, Marianne,” Gilbert replies, trying to not grin and split his lip again. Those two are still friends, after all, if in a very vague sense of the word.
“How gracious of you to spare him. I shall beat him up some more… after graduation photos.”
They wish her good night, and kiss her until Antonio’s mother calls to remind him of his curfew, and they kiss her some more just to make sure.
Ohhhh, that was really painful. ;_; And yet, the solidarity and love between the Bad Touch Trio was also so beautiful. Really, truly, thank YOU for writing.
Man, I hope Marianne beats the everloving shit out of Arthur. (Eh, that's not wrong of me... right?) I love that she once had a "tomboy phase". Actually, I'm pretty sure I love everything about your Marianne. ♥♥ (Also your Gilbert and Antonio. ♥)
Thank you again for such a well-done Gakuen Hetalia fic.
Re: Not OP, BTW
anonymous
March 5 2011, 18:22:54 UTC
Thank you for reading, anon. I just had a story to tell, and I'm so glad someone liked it. As painful as it is.
Haha, I didn't know if I ought to make England the villain, he's such a popular character, but with France, there can be only one enemy of that magnitude. Thanks again for commenting!
Hated [part 12b/12] - corrected version
anonymous
March 5 2011, 19:26:43 UTC
Once they clean up and change into less bloody clothes, Gilbert and Antonio head for Marianne’s house. Her father lets them in after they explain, but it takes a little more convincing to get Marianne to open her bedroom door. She does eventually and looks startled to see her friends injured so, and invites them to stay a while.
“We all look pretty awful, don’t we?” she says quietly. She is thin and worn and pale, her skin nearly as translucent, her eyes bloodshot from crying. “I have been sick, Gil, Toni. I could not even eat.”
They know.
“The doctor says I will get better soon. I hope so, I am tired of looking ugly.”
“You’re not ugly, Marianne,” Antonio assures her. “You never were.”
“Of course not,” she murmurs, smiling weakly. “Thank you, for fighting for me. I will fight for you next time. All for one and one for all, isn’t that what we promised?”
They are too tired to do much else, and so they curl up together in bed, promptly falling asleep in each other’s arms. Marianne’s mother comes in to cover them with a blanket, kissing all three on their foreheads. When they wake up an hour later, they are starving, and Marianne’s father finally gets the big family dinner he had been wanting. Marianne still complains of her stomach hurting, but now it is from laughing too much, and she will be content with that.
As Gilbert and Antonio are about to leave, she asks if they had hurt Arthur too much.
“No, just enough, Marianne,” Gilbert replies, trying to not grin and split his lip again. Those two are still friends, after all, if in a very vague sense of the word.
“How gracious of you to spare him. I shall beat him up some more… after graduation photos.”
They wish her good night, and kiss her until Antonio’s mother calls to remind him of his curfew, and they kiss her some more just to make sure.
At the student council meeting, Arthur find himself unable to function without Marianne’s unique brand of assistance. Sey and Alfred do their best to fill in for her, but they don’t know what he wants like she does, and he snaps at them more than they probably deserve. Everyone in the room looks extremely relieved when Arthur dismisses them early, and he leaves to find Gilbert and Antonio.
“Whadya want, Kirkland?” Gilbert growls once Arthur catches up to them.
“Where is Bonnefoy, you two?”
“She’s at home.”
“Do you know when she is coming back?”
“No.”
Antonio gives Arthur a pitying look. “She’ll come back when the doctor says she can.”
“Why, what’s wrong with her?”
The other two watch him as Gilbert says slowly, “I don’t know, but she went with her parents to the clinic on 6th street, and that’s what her mom told me when they came back.”
There is only one clinic on 6th street and Arthur knows it. He attempts to cover his astonishment with a supercilious sniff. “Well, I imagine she would need such services. Whatever it takes for a slut like her to learn.”
The steely gleam in Antonio’s eyes is frightening. “You know something, Arthur.”
“Of course you do,” Gilbert mutters, advancing upon Arthur with a fiendish grin. “You’re the one who has known Marianne the longest. You’re the one with the most power in the school besides Vargas himself, and even he doesn’t give a crap about anything until you bring it up.”
“You have always hated her, and all this time, you were keeping an eye on her to make sure she will never gain anyone else’s sympathy.”
“Weren’t you two applying for the same university, Kirkland? Yeah, I think so. Well, I guess you’re thrilled now that you don’t have to worry about her taking your spot.”
“Like I said, Marianne brought it on herself. She chose to live immorally, and these were the natural consequences of her choices.” Arthur doesn’t want to talk about Marianne anymore, knowing he was involved with her on and off throughout the years, guilty by association, but he can’t help himself, can’t stop talking. “You can’t prove anything, anyway.”
“You’re right, we don’t have proof, nor would we need any, when we know how much you hate her. But maybe next time you ought to make sure whoever made the website spells words the proper way, because it is sure as hell makes you look guilty.”
They walk off, but stop once Arthur starts laughing.
“Why the fuck do you even stand up for her?” he demands. “She has never done anything for anyone else that wouldn’t benefit her somehow. She only got onto the student council because she was screwing Vargas, she did not get any votes. I don’t think I have seen the school more united than when that site went up, because trust me, no one can stand her for longer than it takes to fuck her. How do you two not see that, how are you so blind?”
Arthur is practically screaming by now, and he is ready when they tackle him. Out of the three, he fights dirtiest, but they are ripping into him with the rage of animals. He pushes back with all the bitterness in his heart, punching and kicking, because he realizes now that she is bringing him down with her, and he has nothing left to lose.
By the time the headmaster could separate them, because no other student dared to interfere, they are bleeding and bruised, Arthur’s nose crooked and dripping blood, Gilbert’s tooth loose in its socket, Antonio sporting another black eye to match his healing one. Vargas tuts at them affectionately, letting them know he will be notifying their parents of their behavior, and if they cause any more trouble on campus, they can say farewell to their diplomas.
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“We all look pretty awful, don’t we?” she says quietly. She is thin and worn and pale, her nearly as translucent, her eyes bloodshot from crying. “I have been sick, Gil, Toni. I could not even eat.”
They know.
“The doctor says I will get better soon. I hope so, I am tired of looking ugly.”
“You’re not ugly, Marianne,” Antonio assures her. “You never were.”
“Of course not,” she murmurs, smiling weakly. “Thank you, for fighting for me. I will fight for you next time. All for one and one for all, isn’t that what we promised?”
They are too tired to do much else, and so they curl up together in bed, promptly falling asleep in each other’s arms. Marianne’s mother comes in to cover them with a blanket, kissing all three on their foreheads. When they wake up an hour later, they are starving, and Marianne’s father finally gets the big family dinner he had been wanting. Marianne still complains of her stomach hurting, but now it is from laughing too much, and she will be content with that.
When Gilbert and Antonio are about to, she asks if they had hurt Arthur too much.
“No, just enough, Marianne,” Gilbert replies, trying to not grin and split his lip again. Those two are still friends, after all, if in a very vague sense of the word.
“How gracious of you to spare him. I shall beat him up some more… after graduation photos.”
They wish her good night, and kiss her until Antonio’s mother calls to remind him of his curfew, and they kiss her some more just to make sure.
[Thank you for reading.]
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Man, I hope Marianne beats the everloving shit out of Arthur. (Eh, that's not wrong of me... right?) I love that she once had a "tomboy phase". Actually, I'm pretty sure I love everything about your Marianne. ♥♥ (Also your Gilbert and Antonio. ♥)
Thank you again for such a well-done Gakuen Hetalia fic.
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Haha, I didn't know if I ought to make England the villain, he's such a popular character, but with France, there can be only one enemy of that magnitude. Thanks again for commenting!
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“We all look pretty awful, don’t we?” she says quietly. She is thin and worn and pale, her skin nearly as translucent, her eyes bloodshot from crying. “I have been sick, Gil, Toni. I could not even eat.”
They know.
“The doctor says I will get better soon. I hope so, I am tired of looking ugly.”
“You’re not ugly, Marianne,” Antonio assures her. “You never were.”
“Of course not,” she murmurs, smiling weakly. “Thank you, for fighting for me. I will fight for you next time. All for one and one for all, isn’t that what we promised?”
They are too tired to do much else, and so they curl up together in bed, promptly falling asleep in each other’s arms. Marianne’s mother comes in to cover them with a blanket, kissing all three on their foreheads. When they wake up an hour later, they are starving, and Marianne’s father finally gets the big family dinner he had been wanting. Marianne still complains of her stomach hurting, but now it is from laughing too much, and she will be content with that.
As Gilbert and Antonio are about to leave, she asks if they had hurt Arthur too much.
“No, just enough, Marianne,” Gilbert replies, trying to not grin and split his lip again. Those two are still friends, after all, if in a very vague sense of the word.
“How gracious of you to spare him. I shall beat him up some more… after graduation photos.”
They wish her good night, and kiss her until Antonio’s mother calls to remind him of his curfew, and they kiss her some more just to make sure.
[realized I left out some words, doh]
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