[3] fanfiction - The Romantic Feelings {PrUK}
Fandom: Hetalia Axis Powers
Pairing/Characters: Prussia&England with a little bit of France
and extra crossover.
[<<Spoiler>>]
THIS IS THE FANDOM OF THE CROSSOVER ANIME
Rating: R-18 (because of mild language)
Notes: I wrote this fanfiction for a summer contest 2011 for Kinght&Pirate Club on DA, but eventually
I didn't post it. It's freaky, that's why I didn't do it. From that time I have changed some of the lines
and tried to make it better than it was before. Anyway, hope that somebody of you will like it ;)
Summary: Arthur wants Gilbert to help him with his foxy plan "How to seduce France and make him obedient English lover". Prussia seems to be interested in taking part in that, but Arthur has no idea what unsuspected thing albino wants as his reward.
Word count: ~ 3, 700.
SORRY FOR MY MISTAKES IN ENGLISH !
[Read me!]
The Romantic Feelings
For Knight&Pirate summer contest
‘I didn’t mean it. I mean, I thought of something sophisticated you will ask for..’
‘Shut up.’
‘But Geez, can’t you really change your mind?... It’s… it’s ridiculous… it’s… it’s LAME!’
‘I said shut up’
A strong hit reached his head and made him drop abruptly. At ta ta tai… C’mon, what the hell was wrong with him?!
Arthur picked himself up and braced on his elbows. He gave Gilbert an enquiring look but the only thing he could read from his face was a permanent possessiveness.
He was suspicious, of course. Anyone would be. He could demand anything he always wanted to, all in all, England was not a country which is unable to fulfill one’s imaginative dreams…
But. Why the heck something as stupid as that?! An ordinary sex with his dumb German brother wasn’t enough? He must have been looking for a new fancy adventure?!
Gosh. The only thing which made Arthur rely on albino’s silly fad was the fact that he couldn’t rely on somebody else. The goal he wanted to reach was… let’s call it somehow delicate so he couldn’t let it spread and make a fool of himself.
Who else could he ask? People who were close to France were not kind of trustworthy at all…
Anyone from Allies? America? No. This hamburger freak was the first person to tell the world everything about his “romantic feelings to Francis aha ha ha!” … Russia or China? Forget. Definitely. So the only option was to pick up a man who was Frog’s closest friend.
Spain. Long time ago they were such passionate rivals, especially at that time, when England didn’t use to be a gentleman and earned his living in an… eventful way. But as soon as pirates’ lives were over, Spain changed dramatically into a careless, bird-brained boy so…
Forget as well, though.
The only one left for him was Prussia (he was lucky indeed it wasn’t his younger brother, in that case he would rather go die than ask German potato for help). Arthur knew his old mate quite well and he was sure albino would demand a huge reward in exchange for Prussian services. England was prepared for anything and ready for this sacrifice, but when he was told what Prussia really wanted to get, he just couldn’t stop laughing his ass off.
‘What’s that funneh?’
‘IT is FUNNEH! Gosh I can’t stop I can’t stop you’re such an asshole.. OH MY GOD…’
But he had to stop when Gilbert gave him a telltale glance and murmured equably:
‘I don’t have to be there, bro. In that case, I’m going back so get out of my way.’
“NOO! I didn’t mean it! I mean, I thought of something sophisticated you will ask for..’
‘Shut up.’
‘But Geez, can’t you really change your mind?... It’s… it’s ridiculous… it’s… it’s LAME!’
‘I said shut up’
Ouch… What’s wrong with this man, really…
In the way round, in front of them, Francis had been sunbathing since the very afternoon. This summer was extremely hot and almost every day was a sauna. Arthur didn’t get how French body could deal with it but he’d already stopped with complaining about France’s kinks. Now, he was sure he must do something with this uncomfortable love and Prussia was the only one who could support his action. So he had to appease albino and make his extravagant whim come true.
‘All right.’ He admitted unwillingly, when France stood up and headed for some water. They were hidden in bushy boscage so there was no possibility that Francis was able to see them.
‘But… the reason I acted like this is… is thaaaat… THAT they are in Japan! They are shooting this movie in there and I have no influence to draft this man in Europe!’
‘Don’t bugger me. You’re on good terms with Kiku, aren’t you? So talk to him, give me the man for one weekend or fuck off.’
This guy. England was aware Prussia solved problems like this but all in all Arthur wasn’t some kind of Sealand or stupid Italy brothers. Albino should respect him more. It was somehow.. painful…
‘Be sure you’re done till Thursday. Or else I’m not going to Francis. I’ll return you all the stuff you gave me for that plan.’
He couldn’t let it happen. Eventually, after hundred years of hesitation he was mature enough to face the truth and accept his own feelings. He had already made the preparation and paid the host not to rent rooms for this week. He only needed a good friend, who will give France a little bit more wine than he should drink and tell the blond expressly, that unless he agree for becoming obedient English lover, he won’t be able to live without English hell curses.
“Yyy. Verdammt you Artie.. You really think it will work?’ The first Prussian reaction must have been exactly the same as English one, when he was told what Gilbert wanted to receive from him as a reward.
‘Kesesesese! It’s as shitty as piss in pants, you know!’
Fuck it. All. He was lucky that Prussia finally accepted the job, justifying his decision by “awesome men always help!”. None of the piss in pants would make him spin out of control.
On the whole, besides him, Arthur had no one left.
‘And what if he’s not there? Or he has too much work to leave?’ Arthur asked. It was the only option which could make Gilbert abandon this crazy idea.
Prussia looked at him as if England was totally out of his brain and gave him a wanton smile:
‘Nope. It’s holiday season, he’ll definitely have time for me.’
Unfortunately, he had to agree. Hope Kiku would be in a good mood that day…
***
So there he was, in the darn middle of filmset, hell knew where else would he finish up if it hadn’t been for Honda and his generous help.
England didn’t use to be a kind of an open-ended person so he wasted the biggest part of that extremely hot day on sitting in the guest room and thinking about himself as a person who had already went to the wall. For now, the Prussian whimsy was such a ridiculous idea… How was he supposed to go to this man and ask him whether he doesn’t mind having sex with his friend as an exchange for fulfilling English dreams?
Gosh gosh gosh it was unacceptable!
For godness’ sake, he would rather marry America than do such an ignominious thing.
But… did he really want to marry Alfred? And to forget about what he had planned? What did he honestly feel?
He raised his head once again and glanced at the impeccably painted ceiling.
Right… All in all, he didn’t have to tell the man what Prussia’s about to do to him. He can only allude it or, the better way, say nothing. ‘Mr. Okumura, since the series was released, you are such a popular man that everyone wants to meet you. Yes, exactly, I know, I know, not everyone can afford it. But actually I have such conditions and, because I want to requite a best friend of mine who is a passionate fan of yours, please do me this favor and please, accept my proposition…’
More less like this… After such speech this damn actor would not suspect anything…
Hm… but it sucked. And Arthur knew it sucked, however, he had no other option left.
Eventually, after almost whole day of doing nothing, he headed for checkout, paid for the drinks and gritted his teeth for the last time. Then, he was ready to face this ill-starred man, Yukio Okumura.
***
‘Um, excuse me…’
England had to start a conversation, so he easily found a dark-haired man taller than him, with a pair of glasses on his nose. A few minutes had passed before he decided to make this final move, but after he spoke the words, he realized one important thing.
They are in Japan, and despite the fact that the actor probably knew English, Arthur should have used Japanese. On the whole, he couldn’t forget about urbanity, even if he was there only because of Gilbert’s silly act.
In this moment, England was grateful he knew this language. And somehow thankful that Prussia chose Japan - if it had been Macedonia or Erytrea, he woudn’t make an attempt to learn the language first.
‘Etto… sumimasen’
‘Don’t worry, I can use English if it’s easier for you.’
Arthur looked at the man, who was smiling at that moment and felt a kind of relief. But wait… did he think England cannot use Japanese? Of course he’s able to do so, so move this silly smirk from your face!
But, on the other hand, he must deal with the weird and uncomfortable question, so it’s maybe better to use his mother language indeed…
‘How can I help you?’
How irritating. The four eyes man was apparently in his good mood or he just pretended to be polite. Let’s do it quickly. Say it, pay for everything, smile as well and come back home. Nothing else.
Arthur felt drops of sweat on his neck. ‘Say something, or else you’ll end up with an autograph of an Exorcist guy…’
‘D..d-don’t you have a leave?... It’s so hot since July that I thought all the actors must have had holiday…’
‘Right. This summer is very hot. But we are about to finish the series soon so we can’t stop and take days off.’
Gosh. What lucky words he said!... Ah-aha-ha, he would now tell Gilbert that they were still working and his sweet actor cannot leave Japan! He would force this Prussian jerk to chose something else as a reward. Everything would be fine. What a perfect day!
‘But you wanted to ask for something, don’t you?’
No, you Okumura guy. There’s no need to ask now. Come back to your anime series and do your best there while fighting against all these deamons!
‘Oh, yeeah, I just thought you’ll be able to meet with my friend this weekend, he claims he’s a fan of yours. But it doesn’t matter, you’re busy with your work, so I’ll tell him that’s impossible.’
Arthur smiled, bowed down due to his happiness and turned back.
But he felt a strong pat on his shoulder and was made to stay.
‘I didn’t say I can’t. I am here for my fans too, it’s the part of my job, though. I don’t object to this idea, all in all at weekends we don’t work.’
Hehehe. What was he saying right now?... Was he… insane?
Yukio Okumura took Arthur to his private lodge, gave him a business card and told where he’d be available on Friday. If something’s wrong, Arthur would be about to call for the given number.
England observed everything as if he was already a deaf person. Unless he looked at the number, he wouldn’t believe it was happening.
Everything went so easy.
Damn, it was too easy!...
Like in amok, he found the first cab on the street and deliriously headed for the airport. In general, he was successful. Now, Gilbert would help him with France. But…
Why the hell wasn’t he happy at all?!
***
Arthur didn’t know how it happened, that on Friday evening he came straight to Gilbert’s house. It was nine o’clock and in three quarters he would have his romantic date with France, but he spent this all day doing nothing. He wasn’t able to focus on basic preparations at all, his thoughts submerged deeply into the image he saw yesterday.
Speaking of which…
Of course when England told him about his ‘successful’ mission, Prussia tousled him impulsively and gave him the eye.
‘Nice job, man. You really can if you want. Naah, now tell me when to go to my beloved French friend and make him accept your lickerish kiss’
In an ordinary situation, England would kick his ass. He was not a lickerish person, what did this stupid country imagine!... But at that moment he only sighed silently and explained everything to him.
When every detail connected with English plan was ready, it was Prussian turn.
And of course, nothing unexpected happened, so this four eyed ‘I’m-always-smiling’ man finally arrived. Without any obstacles. The flight was pleasant, yeah. The weather tonight is nice as well, yeah. Thank you for your kindness, Arthur-san, yeah. Gilbert-san, where should we go now?
This eerie stranger took him so easily. And England was the only person to object. But he was too ashamed to stop this silly game and confess everything in front of Okumura’s eyes.
When he saw their wandering shadows, so close together, he eventually realized for what reason he embroiled himself in such stupid situation.
From all people around him, he picked up Prussia. But only then he conceived the illumination - he needed Gilbert solely because he’s in love with Francis. Yes, he’s in love with Francis and he must have somebody who would help him. He couldn’t choose somebody else, due to the fact Prussia was French closest friend and he knew everything about him for sure. That’s why he wanted to be that close to albino. It was because of this adroit plan and of nothing besides it.
‘Maan.’ England sighed and hid his face in his hands. ‘For how long will you be still pretending?...’
The truth was completely different. Different from all this shit he told Prussia. Arthur was sure that Gilbert would want sex as an exchange. But he was entirely sure it’d be sex with him.
And the last thing he would envisage was that it’d be sex with a famous star.
What had he done. What the fuck had he done…
Stupid Frog was probably already waiting for his arrival. Stupid horny Frog or disgusted one. If Francis was shocked when he heard of English bogus feelings, England would gross him out anytime they will meet.
At the same time Prussia was having fun with this…
No. He couldn’t stand the fact he gave him another man just like that. Arthur was used enough to tolerating his younger brother as Gilbert’s so called lover but this time… It was too much for him.
Too much, and that’s why he sat there, hidden behind his house, thinking desperately of what’s happening now. He had to stop it. Or else he would lose everything he always wanted to have.
***
Everything was quiet. It seemed that Germany must have left before. It stood to reason that Gilbert, this pervert, didn’t want anyone to become a witness of… this. The house was empty, every room was existing silently, except one. It was easy to predict in which one would be loud, though.
Arthur gulped and after lifting the window with trembling hands, decided to come in.
All right. He found himself in their kitchen. Prussian sleeping room was below. The staircase couldn’t be big, all in all their cellar was situated not as deeply as one might think.
Well, then. He knew were to go. But what was he supposed to do?... Horn in, without hesitation and stop everything? Watch Gilbert becoming angry and approaching to him, full of anger? Let albino punch his head as much as Prussian fist was able to?
Gosh, it was too horrifying. England couldn’t appease his heart, beating abruptly in defiance of his will. But he couldn’t wait anymore… maybe it wasn’t too late.. maybe nothing had begun yet… Maybe…
While struggling with these thoughts deep in his mind, he slowly moved to the other side of the kitchen, left it and went downstairs. He realized what he imprudently did after he’d knocked the door.
Geez. Wha-… wha-…
It hadn’t passed a single second, when they become abruptly opened and England was dragged inside.
***
‘G-…Gilbert?!’
Arthur shrieked at him hastily and immediately turned back. But he was caught at his palm and forced to stay.
He abided like this for a while until, at long last, he realized there was no one in this room. No one besides Gilbert.
‘W-what… what a-are you doing…’ He stammered faintly, thinking about the appropriate reason, why the four eyed guy was not here.
‘Ha? It’s me who should ask first. What the hell are you Artie doing at my place late in the evening, when you should be with your French lover right now?!’
He wasn’t that mad. But he was serious. Whatever the reason of Okumura’s absence could be, he had to explain everything.
‘I thought you are a burglar. Oh maan, what’s wrong with you?’
‘I-I just…’ What just? What the heck could he be doing here just now?!
‘Oke, let’s go to the kitchen. I’m hungry and I’m not gonna listen to your twaddle unless I’m full.’
While Gilbert was preparing a meal, he plucked up his all courage and asked where Okumura guy was. It’s the only thing he could focus on now. His thoughts were completely messed up.
‘Don’t know. In restaurant, maybe? Or already in a hotel?’
Wait. What..
‘W-what are you saying?! You don’t know? For heaven’s sake how can’t you know?! Weren’t you both about to have sex tonight?!’
He exploded so suddenly that must have confused Prussian but he couldn’t bear with it anymore. It was all way too long. He was hiding his feelings for such a long time that all his emotions blew up in a single second after Arthur heard that words. He finally wanted to know the truth.
As a response for English yelling, Prussia stooped his work and looked at England as if he was a cursed phantasm. Then he came closer to Arthur and goggled at him.
‘Who the hell told you I’m having sex with him…?’
Now it was Arthur who looked at him as if… wait. What did he say?...
‘You’re… not?...’
‘Of course not! Geez, are you man completely insane because of your English literature?! Check yourself, I asked you for Okumura because of Liechtenstein and her stupid brother.. She’s a big fan of this guy, whoever he plays and whoever he is, and she’s also a shy small girl who cannot do anything on her own. I helped her only because I was owed with her brother. That’s all.’
After listening to these words his mind went totally blank. And England would disappear in his thought again, thinking of the case, with new facts in his head, if it hadn’t been for Prussia and his irritated voice:
‘Hiaaaa… Only you can imagine something like that! You’d better tell me why you are here now, or else I will do something very bad to you.’
Right… No matter how ashamed or bewildered he was, it was high time he conceded everything. He couldn’t hide it inside anymore. It hurt so much.
That was the day he would finally tell the truth. Without any fear. After all, it was him who was responsible for all this shit.
He opened his mouth to say the first word, but Prussia was quicker. He stopped glancing at him and turned around, speaking with differently quiet voice:
‘Or… you don’t have to.’
***
‘Yea. I knew you’ll discover my sham but I thought I’ll make it and fall asleep before you’ll come and invade my front door,’ Gilbert chuckled. ‘But I am late, right? I’ll be mistreated and murdered now.’
Arthur observed a tiny blush spreading on albino’s face. What was this guy saying…
Of what sham was he thinking right now? He tried to come with what albino’s words could mean, but his mind was too lost to think rationally.
England looked around desperately as if their surrounding could anywise help, and then his sight came across the small photograph hung on the kitchen wall.
And yes!..
There it was, the Bad Trio in the picture, thanks to which Arthur finally saw a light.
‘So Francis is not there?...’
‘Nein.’
‘But why..’
‘I didn’t want to help you, though.’
He didn’t understand. France was not in the hotel. Moreover, France did not know about this meeting at all… How could it happen?...
And why Gilbert told him such weird stuff?
For a short while, a quick thought crossed his mind. But. No. It couldn’t happen.
It was impossible. Just…
He’d known Prussian for ages and it was absolutely impossible that everything might end just like that…
‘I didn’t want to help you,’ albino continued, averting his eyesight. ‘I bilked you. You have nothing in exchange, sorry. Kill me or whatever you want.’
He had to know. Or else everything what happened this night would become pointless. Would not solve anything.
‘But why didn’t you want to help me?...’ England asked, impatiently waiting for the answer.
And for the first time, during this conversation, Gilbert smirked.
‘Think.’
He thought of it. But the one good explanation he came across was too chimeric to turn out to be true.
‘You’re here at my place and it’s midnight soon, envisage that I can do it to you as many times I can, but I know I’m an egoistic skunk and I cannot. Huuh… I didn’t know how to tell you about this so after you proposed me this freaking stuff I was sure that after me acting in that way, you’ll figure it out by yourself.’
‘I wouldn’t have figured it out for myself, you stupid jerk!’ Arthur felt a salt drop on his lips. After all this silly action he was so embarrassed, so that he wanted to run way or hide somewhere else, far away from albino’s eyesight. Yet, Gilbert gave him an uplifting look and smiled apologetically.
‘I’m hopeless at this, I know… call me names as long as you want now.’
But he didn’t want to call him names. He didn’t want to believe in what he’d just heard. It was so… irrational. It was so lowbrow and stupid.
‘We are both hopeless,’ he smiled and still ashamed looked Gilbert in his eyes.
So, before England came to Prussia’s place, they were both sure nothing would happen between them that night. But at last, both of them were quite wrong.
THE END
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Comments are loved.
X-posted to hetalia and drunkendisorder.
Pairing/Characters: Prussia&England with a little bit of France
and extra crossover.
[<<Spoiler>>]
THIS IS THE FANDOM OF THE CROSSOVER ANIME
Rating: R-18 (because of mild language)
Notes: I wrote this fanfiction for a summer contest 2011 for Kinght&Pirate Club on DA, but eventually
I didn't post it. It's freaky, that's why I didn't do it. From that time I have changed some of the lines
and tried to make it better than it was before. Anyway, hope that somebody of you will like it ;)
Summary: Arthur wants Gilbert to help him with his foxy plan "How to seduce France and make him obedient English lover". Prussia seems to be interested in taking part in that, but Arthur has no idea what unsuspected thing albino wants as his reward.
Word count: ~ 3, 700.
SORRY FOR MY MISTAKES IN ENGLISH !
[Read me!]
The Romantic Feelings
For Knight&Pirate summer contest
‘I didn’t mean it. I mean, I thought of something sophisticated you will ask for..’
‘Shut up.’
‘But Geez, can’t you really change your mind?... It’s… it’s ridiculous… it’s… it’s LAME!’
‘I said shut up’
A strong hit reached his head and made him drop abruptly. At ta ta tai… C’mon, what the hell was wrong with him?!
Arthur picked himself up and braced on his elbows. He gave Gilbert an enquiring look but the only thing he could read from his face was a permanent possessiveness.
He was suspicious, of course. Anyone would be. He could demand anything he always wanted to, all in all, England was not a country which is unable to fulfill one’s imaginative dreams…
But. Why the heck something as stupid as that?! An ordinary sex with his dumb German brother wasn’t enough? He must have been looking for a new fancy adventure?!
Gosh. The only thing which made Arthur rely on albino’s silly fad was the fact that he couldn’t rely on somebody else. The goal he wanted to reach was… let’s call it somehow delicate so he couldn’t let it spread and make a fool of himself.
Who else could he ask? People who were close to France were not kind of trustworthy at all…
Anyone from Allies? America? No. This hamburger freak was the first person to tell the world everything about his “romantic feelings to Francis aha ha ha!” … Russia or China? Forget. Definitely. So the only option was to pick up a man who was Frog’s closest friend.
Spain. Long time ago they were such passionate rivals, especially at that time, when England didn’t use to be a gentleman and earned his living in an… eventful way. But as soon as pirates’ lives were over, Spain changed dramatically into a careless, bird-brained boy so…
Forget as well, though.
The only one left for him was Prussia (he was lucky indeed it wasn’t his younger brother, in that case he would rather go die than ask German potato for help). Arthur knew his old mate quite well and he was sure albino would demand a huge reward in exchange for Prussian services. England was prepared for anything and ready for this sacrifice, but when he was told what Prussia really wanted to get, he just couldn’t stop laughing his ass off.
‘What’s that funneh?’
‘IT is FUNNEH! Gosh I can’t stop I can’t stop you’re such an asshole.. OH MY GOD…’
But he had to stop when Gilbert gave him a telltale glance and murmured equably:
‘I don’t have to be there, bro. In that case, I’m going back so get out of my way.’
“NOO! I didn’t mean it! I mean, I thought of something sophisticated you will ask for..’
‘Shut up.’
‘But Geez, can’t you really change your mind?... It’s… it’s ridiculous… it’s… it’s LAME!’
‘I said shut up’
Ouch… What’s wrong with this man, really…
In the way round, in front of them, Francis had been sunbathing since the very afternoon. This summer was extremely hot and almost every day was a sauna. Arthur didn’t get how French body could deal with it but he’d already stopped with complaining about France’s kinks. Now, he was sure he must do something with this uncomfortable love and Prussia was the only one who could support his action. So he had to appease albino and make his extravagant whim come true.
‘All right.’ He admitted unwillingly, when France stood up and headed for some water. They were hidden in bushy boscage so there was no possibility that Francis was able to see them.
‘But… the reason I acted like this is… is thaaaat… THAT they are in Japan! They are shooting this movie in there and I have no influence to draft this man in Europe!’
‘Don’t bugger me. You’re on good terms with Kiku, aren’t you? So talk to him, give me the man for one weekend or fuck off.’
This guy. England was aware Prussia solved problems like this but all in all Arthur wasn’t some kind of Sealand or stupid Italy brothers. Albino should respect him more. It was somehow.. painful…
‘Be sure you’re done till Thursday. Or else I’m not going to Francis. I’ll return you all the stuff you gave me for that plan.’
He couldn’t let it happen. Eventually, after hundred years of hesitation he was mature enough to face the truth and accept his own feelings. He had already made the preparation and paid the host not to rent rooms for this week. He only needed a good friend, who will give France a little bit more wine than he should drink and tell the blond expressly, that unless he agree for becoming obedient English lover, he won’t be able to live without English hell curses.
“Yyy. Verdammt you Artie.. You really think it will work?’ The first Prussian reaction must have been exactly the same as English one, when he was told what Gilbert wanted to receive from him as a reward.
‘Kesesesese! It’s as shitty as piss in pants, you know!’
Fuck it. All. He was lucky that Prussia finally accepted the job, justifying his decision by “awesome men always help!”. None of the piss in pants would make him spin out of control.
On the whole, besides him, Arthur had no one left.
‘And what if he’s not there? Or he has too much work to leave?’ Arthur asked. It was the only option which could make Gilbert abandon this crazy idea.
Prussia looked at him as if England was totally out of his brain and gave him a wanton smile:
‘Nope. It’s holiday season, he’ll definitely have time for me.’
Unfortunately, he had to agree. Hope Kiku would be in a good mood that day…
***
So there he was, in the darn middle of filmset, hell knew where else would he finish up if it hadn’t been for Honda and his generous help.
England didn’t use to be a kind of an open-ended person so he wasted the biggest part of that extremely hot day on sitting in the guest room and thinking about himself as a person who had already went to the wall. For now, the Prussian whimsy was such a ridiculous idea… How was he supposed to go to this man and ask him whether he doesn’t mind having sex with his friend as an exchange for fulfilling English dreams?
Gosh gosh gosh it was unacceptable!
For godness’ sake, he would rather marry America than do such an ignominious thing.
But… did he really want to marry Alfred? And to forget about what he had planned? What did he honestly feel?
He raised his head once again and glanced at the impeccably painted ceiling.
Right… All in all, he didn’t have to tell the man what Prussia’s about to do to him. He can only allude it or, the better way, say nothing. ‘Mr. Okumura, since the series was released, you are such a popular man that everyone wants to meet you. Yes, exactly, I know, I know, not everyone can afford it. But actually I have such conditions and, because I want to requite a best friend of mine who is a passionate fan of yours, please do me this favor and please, accept my proposition…’
More less like this… After such speech this damn actor would not suspect anything…
Hm… but it sucked. And Arthur knew it sucked, however, he had no other option left.
Eventually, after almost whole day of doing nothing, he headed for checkout, paid for the drinks and gritted his teeth for the last time. Then, he was ready to face this ill-starred man, Yukio Okumura.
***
‘Um, excuse me…’
England had to start a conversation, so he easily found a dark-haired man taller than him, with a pair of glasses on his nose. A few minutes had passed before he decided to make this final move, but after he spoke the words, he realized one important thing.
They are in Japan, and despite the fact that the actor probably knew English, Arthur should have used Japanese. On the whole, he couldn’t forget about urbanity, even if he was there only because of Gilbert’s silly act.
In this moment, England was grateful he knew this language. And somehow thankful that Prussia chose Japan - if it had been Macedonia or Erytrea, he woudn’t make an attempt to learn the language first.
‘Etto… sumimasen’
‘Don’t worry, I can use English if it’s easier for you.’
Arthur looked at the man, who was smiling at that moment and felt a kind of relief. But wait… did he think England cannot use Japanese? Of course he’s able to do so, so move this silly smirk from your face!
But, on the other hand, he must deal with the weird and uncomfortable question, so it’s maybe better to use his mother language indeed…
‘How can I help you?’
How irritating. The four eyes man was apparently in his good mood or he just pretended to be polite. Let’s do it quickly. Say it, pay for everything, smile as well and come back home. Nothing else.
Arthur felt drops of sweat on his neck. ‘Say something, or else you’ll end up with an autograph of an Exorcist guy…’
‘D..d-don’t you have a leave?... It’s so hot since July that I thought all the actors must have had holiday…’
‘Right. This summer is very hot. But we are about to finish the series soon so we can’t stop and take days off.’
Gosh. What lucky words he said!... Ah-aha-ha, he would now tell Gilbert that they were still working and his sweet actor cannot leave Japan! He would force this Prussian jerk to chose something else as a reward. Everything would be fine. What a perfect day!
‘But you wanted to ask for something, don’t you?’
No, you Okumura guy. There’s no need to ask now. Come back to your anime series and do your best there while fighting against all these deamons!
‘Oh, yeeah, I just thought you’ll be able to meet with my friend this weekend, he claims he’s a fan of yours. But it doesn’t matter, you’re busy with your work, so I’ll tell him that’s impossible.’
Arthur smiled, bowed down due to his happiness and turned back.
But he felt a strong pat on his shoulder and was made to stay.
‘I didn’t say I can’t. I am here for my fans too, it’s the part of my job, though. I don’t object to this idea, all in all at weekends we don’t work.’
Hehehe. What was he saying right now?... Was he… insane?
Yukio Okumura took Arthur to his private lodge, gave him a business card and told where he’d be available on Friday. If something’s wrong, Arthur would be about to call for the given number.
England observed everything as if he was already a deaf person. Unless he looked at the number, he wouldn’t believe it was happening.
Everything went so easy.
Damn, it was too easy!...
Like in amok, he found the first cab on the street and deliriously headed for the airport. In general, he was successful. Now, Gilbert would help him with France. But…
Why the hell wasn’t he happy at all?!
***
Arthur didn’t know how it happened, that on Friday evening he came straight to Gilbert’s house. It was nine o’clock and in three quarters he would have his romantic date with France, but he spent this all day doing nothing. He wasn’t able to focus on basic preparations at all, his thoughts submerged deeply into the image he saw yesterday.
Speaking of which…
Of course when England told him about his ‘successful’ mission, Prussia tousled him impulsively and gave him the eye.
‘Nice job, man. You really can if you want. Naah, now tell me when to go to my beloved French friend and make him accept your lickerish kiss’
In an ordinary situation, England would kick his ass. He was not a lickerish person, what did this stupid country imagine!... But at that moment he only sighed silently and explained everything to him.
When every detail connected with English plan was ready, it was Prussian turn.
And of course, nothing unexpected happened, so this four eyed ‘I’m-always-smiling’ man finally arrived. Without any obstacles. The flight was pleasant, yeah. The weather tonight is nice as well, yeah. Thank you for your kindness, Arthur-san, yeah. Gilbert-san, where should we go now?
This eerie stranger took him so easily. And England was the only person to object. But he was too ashamed to stop this silly game and confess everything in front of Okumura’s eyes.
When he saw their wandering shadows, so close together, he eventually realized for what reason he embroiled himself in such stupid situation.
From all people around him, he picked up Prussia. But only then he conceived the illumination - he needed Gilbert solely because he’s in love with Francis. Yes, he’s in love with Francis and he must have somebody who would help him. He couldn’t choose somebody else, due to the fact Prussia was French closest friend and he knew everything about him for sure. That’s why he wanted to be that close to albino. It was because of this adroit plan and of nothing besides it.
‘Maan.’ England sighed and hid his face in his hands. ‘For how long will you be still pretending?...’
The truth was completely different. Different from all this shit he told Prussia. Arthur was sure that Gilbert would want sex as an exchange. But he was entirely sure it’d be sex with him.
And the last thing he would envisage was that it’d be sex with a famous star.
What had he done. What the fuck had he done…
Stupid Frog was probably already waiting for his arrival. Stupid horny Frog or disgusted one. If Francis was shocked when he heard of English bogus feelings, England would gross him out anytime they will meet.
At the same time Prussia was having fun with this…
No. He couldn’t stand the fact he gave him another man just like that. Arthur was used enough to tolerating his younger brother as Gilbert’s so called lover but this time… It was too much for him.
Too much, and that’s why he sat there, hidden behind his house, thinking desperately of what’s happening now. He had to stop it. Or else he would lose everything he always wanted to have.
***
Everything was quiet. It seemed that Germany must have left before. It stood to reason that Gilbert, this pervert, didn’t want anyone to become a witness of… this. The house was empty, every room was existing silently, except one. It was easy to predict in which one would be loud, though.
Arthur gulped and after lifting the window with trembling hands, decided to come in.
All right. He found himself in their kitchen. Prussian sleeping room was below. The staircase couldn’t be big, all in all their cellar was situated not as deeply as one might think.
Well, then. He knew were to go. But what was he supposed to do?... Horn in, without hesitation and stop everything? Watch Gilbert becoming angry and approaching to him, full of anger? Let albino punch his head as much as Prussian fist was able to?
Gosh, it was too horrifying. England couldn’t appease his heart, beating abruptly in defiance of his will. But he couldn’t wait anymore… maybe it wasn’t too late.. maybe nothing had begun yet… Maybe…
While struggling with these thoughts deep in his mind, he slowly moved to the other side of the kitchen, left it and went downstairs. He realized what he imprudently did after he’d knocked the door.
Geez. Wha-… wha-…
It hadn’t passed a single second, when they become abruptly opened and England was dragged inside.
***
‘G-…Gilbert?!’
Arthur shrieked at him hastily and immediately turned back. But he was caught at his palm and forced to stay.
He abided like this for a while until, at long last, he realized there was no one in this room. No one besides Gilbert.
‘W-what… what a-are you doing…’ He stammered faintly, thinking about the appropriate reason, why the four eyed guy was not here.
‘Ha? It’s me who should ask first. What the hell are you Artie doing at my place late in the evening, when you should be with your French lover right now?!’
He wasn’t that mad. But he was serious. Whatever the reason of Okumura’s absence could be, he had to explain everything.
‘I thought you are a burglar. Oh maan, what’s wrong with you?’
‘I-I just…’ What just? What the heck could he be doing here just now?!
‘Oke, let’s go to the kitchen. I’m hungry and I’m not gonna listen to your twaddle unless I’m full.’
While Gilbert was preparing a meal, he plucked up his all courage and asked where Okumura guy was. It’s the only thing he could focus on now. His thoughts were completely messed up.
‘Don’t know. In restaurant, maybe? Or already in a hotel?’
Wait. What..
‘W-what are you saying?! You don’t know? For heaven’s sake how can’t you know?! Weren’t you both about to have sex tonight?!’
He exploded so suddenly that must have confused Prussian but he couldn’t bear with it anymore. It was all way too long. He was hiding his feelings for such a long time that all his emotions blew up in a single second after Arthur heard that words. He finally wanted to know the truth.
As a response for English yelling, Prussia stooped his work and looked at England as if he was a cursed phantasm. Then he came closer to Arthur and goggled at him.
‘Who the hell told you I’m having sex with him…?’
Now it was Arthur who looked at him as if… wait. What did he say?...
‘You’re… not?...’
‘Of course not! Geez, are you man completely insane because of your English literature?! Check yourself, I asked you for Okumura because of Liechtenstein and her stupid brother.. She’s a big fan of this guy, whoever he plays and whoever he is, and she’s also a shy small girl who cannot do anything on her own. I helped her only because I was owed with her brother. That’s all.’
After listening to these words his mind went totally blank. And England would disappear in his thought again, thinking of the case, with new facts in his head, if it hadn’t been for Prussia and his irritated voice:
‘Hiaaaa… Only you can imagine something like that! You’d better tell me why you are here now, or else I will do something very bad to you.’
Right… No matter how ashamed or bewildered he was, it was high time he conceded everything. He couldn’t hide it inside anymore. It hurt so much.
That was the day he would finally tell the truth. Without any fear. After all, it was him who was responsible for all this shit.
He opened his mouth to say the first word, but Prussia was quicker. He stopped glancing at him and turned around, speaking with differently quiet voice:
‘Or… you don’t have to.’
***
‘Yea. I knew you’ll discover my sham but I thought I’ll make it and fall asleep before you’ll come and invade my front door,’ Gilbert chuckled. ‘But I am late, right? I’ll be mistreated and murdered now.’
Arthur observed a tiny blush spreading on albino’s face. What was this guy saying…
Of what sham was he thinking right now? He tried to come with what albino’s words could mean, but his mind was too lost to think rationally.
England looked around desperately as if their surrounding could anywise help, and then his sight came across the small photograph hung on the kitchen wall.
And yes!..
There it was, the Bad Trio in the picture, thanks to which Arthur finally saw a light.
‘So Francis is not there?...’
‘Nein.’
‘But why..’
‘I didn’t want to help you, though.’
He didn’t understand. France was not in the hotel. Moreover, France did not know about this meeting at all… How could it happen?...
And why Gilbert told him such weird stuff?
For a short while, a quick thought crossed his mind. But. No. It couldn’t happen.
It was impossible. Just…
He’d known Prussian for ages and it was absolutely impossible that everything might end just like that…
‘I didn’t want to help you,’ albino continued, averting his eyesight. ‘I bilked you. You have nothing in exchange, sorry. Kill me or whatever you want.’
He had to know. Or else everything what happened this night would become pointless. Would not solve anything.
‘But why didn’t you want to help me?...’ England asked, impatiently waiting for the answer.
And for the first time, during this conversation, Gilbert smirked.
‘Think.’
He thought of it. But the one good explanation he came across was too chimeric to turn out to be true.
‘You’re here at my place and it’s midnight soon, envisage that I can do it to you as many times I can, but I know I’m an egoistic skunk and I cannot. Huuh… I didn’t know how to tell you about this so after you proposed me this freaking stuff I was sure that after me acting in that way, you’ll figure it out by yourself.’
‘I wouldn’t have figured it out for myself, you stupid jerk!’ Arthur felt a salt drop on his lips. After all this silly action he was so embarrassed, so that he wanted to run way or hide somewhere else, far away from albino’s eyesight. Yet, Gilbert gave him an uplifting look and smiled apologetically.
‘I’m hopeless at this, I know… call me names as long as you want now.’
But he didn’t want to call him names. He didn’t want to believe in what he’d just heard. It was so… irrational. It was so lowbrow and stupid.
‘We are both hopeless,’ he smiled and still ashamed looked Gilbert in his eyes.
So, before England came to Prussia’s place, they were both sure nothing would happen between them that night. But at last, both of them were quite wrong.
THE END
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