[Fanfic]Simple Things
Title: Simple Things
Character/Pairing: Chile/Mexico on Hetalia Latina but Mexico/Chile here, honestly it doesn't really matter 8D
Rating: PG
Warnings: Human names use, high school AU setting. 8D
Simple Things
Knowing someone and perhaps in the sort of exist relationship for more than three months has granted him a pathway to do things that he used to not able to before. Maybe not, since none of the rules are black-and-white as they should have, but screw it since he knows that Pedro would not mind the details like most of the people.
At least Manuel has to think this way just to make the act of dragging Pedro to somewhere people usually don’t go during the class time and skipping classes totally legit. Like Pedro would care about that in the first place since he has skipped enough class to the point that some of the teachers would love to fail him if he hasn’t able to turn everything by deadlines and make grades decent enough to make the whole failing process unjustifiable.
So here they are, hiding in one of the prep rooms for the gym and sitting next to all the funny equipments that they might never see again once graduate, with his head resting against Pedro’s shoulder and a book in his hand. He is not sure if Pedro got anything to kill the time with but it’s okay, he can usually entertain himself well enough.
“Are we going to the football practice later, or are you just going to skip all of them altogether?”
The question pops out right at the time Manuel finishes the third chapter of the book. The plot is not really thickening as it should, maybe the author is taking it slow just to make the later love scene seems more stunning, but at the moment Manuel is really regretting over not picking out a book from the authors he prefers since this stupid author’s way of writing romance just doesn’t click with his preference.
“Are you going to skip your work too if I say yes?”
“I will call them later if you promise to cover me up by telling them that I’m incapable to roll sushi and fry tempura for the day.”
And the breeze-like description Pedro has over his part-time job had unintentionally but successfully distracted Manuel’s attention immediately.
“You do those?”
“Whenever comes to need, I admit it is fun to roll shrimps in the bread crumbs just to fry them into something few cementers longer than they should be.” Pedro says as he unconsciously rubs over the area where the hot oil spilled on last time, it has finally stop hurting but still managed to cause enough of inconvenience, “and no need to watch Martin and Luciano going through their mating rituals over again always sounds promising.”
Imaging the fierce verbal arguments between their co-captains as a mating ritual causes Manuel to giggle a little, which then he realizes that this is the first time of today he does anything like this.
And it feels good, good just to have Pedro staying next to him like this, even though he never explains and Pedro never asks. Manuel is not sure if that means Pedro just doesn’t care or knows him better than asking, he is not sure because people normally tend to not ask, for whatever reason they got.
Because Pedro is not like them, that’s why. He tries to tell himself that but uncertainty resurfaces like damn air in the water.
“Aren’t you going to question me?”
“Over what?”
“Of making you skip classes with me.”
“I skip enough of them myself.”
“And the football practice.”
“I only show up half of them and still able to play for the season.”
“And the work.”
“Feel less bad since they almost didn’t pay for my medical bills for the numerous burns,” Pedro says as he holds Manuel’s face with both hands, “so stop feeling guilty.”
For a second Manuel thinks that he is going to cry just because of the warmness from Pedro’s hand, and he probably will if not turn around quickly and pretend nothing is important. He is just asking a simple question out of the basic responsibility as being part of the student council - which is in a totally inexistence at the moment since he is the one who suggested the skipping though the other party did not object - and as Pedro’s boyfriend, though he still has no idea of how they went out in the beginning. It just sort of happened, and the relationship would probably remain ambiguous if Miguel did not sense it - God knows why he was so sensible all the sudden since he normally doesn't give a fuc-, excuse of the language, doesn’t give a damn about things - and decide to be a bigmouth and tell the broadcast crew, or whoever fit in that description, of the school.
They are dating and everyone knows it, it is not even worth hiding a thing from Pedro if the relationship has been recognized and blessed by everyone with some kind of Thank You cards shove in Pedro’s drawer in the next few days after the unwanted announcement was made, most likely from people who knew Manuel too well by not leaving a name on.
Stop feeling guilty, or shouldn’t feel guilty at all. They are dating, and willfulness is allowed as long as the other party is willing to tolerate.
To the heck of it, of course he is feeling guilty, if not this then just feeling simply ashamed of himself of needing his boyfriend to temporally abandon the duty as a student but not even able to tell what has been bothering him.
And it takes Manuel a struggle just to wiggle his face out of Pedro’s hands despite that Pedro has not even really tried to stop him.
“Let go of my face, I can’t continue my reading if you keep holding it like this.”
He sees Pedro narrows his eyes and notices the sole amusement in those dark browns.
“Sure, but I have no idea that you’ve trained yourself to read things upside down.”
This time all Manuel wants to do is to cover his face with the upside down book, whose rather short pages can barely hide his already-red ears and he knows that he looks ridiculous.
“Do you want me to ask?”
“Of what?” the sound came out from behind the pages sounded somehow muffed and could be hardly understood.
“Whatever you want to ask.”
“Do you want me to?”
Not really, Manuel thinks. It is not that he really wants to talk about it, since most of the people do not find a bad grade or a student council project that is going nowhere or a conflict on the football field or a family argument worth to sweat for, unless all of those happened to happen at the same time and some perfectionist - who happens to be him - cannot really deal with all of them at once and feel more crushed then ever. Sure, it would be good to talk about it, but he cannot see what is the deal or why should it matter to others, or at least he doesn’t think Pedro would care that much to learn all of them if the Mexican will not be able to do anything in the first place.
Or it could be just that his Chilean pride could not allow something like admitting his weakness to happen.
And all he wants to do right now is to lock himself up in this stupid PE prep room, read the romance novel that he finds sadly disappointing, and just skip rest of his duty for the day all together so he can drown in the self-pity.
And then maybe tomorrow will be slightly better, maybe.
Pedro narrows his eyes a bit more before he suddenly snatches off the book on Manuel’s face and shoves it into one of the book bags.
“And what do you think that you’re doing?”
“Making use of time, it’s still few hours before the school is off and we can go and get some lunch before drop by my house to pick up my dog,” the Mexican replies easily as he pulls the somehow annoyed Chilean up and picks up both of their bags, “or I can just fix you the lunch myself, if you prefer?”
“Why are we dropping by your house is where my question lies, and what is the mentioning of your dog?”
“I just thought to hide him in Martin’s locker is going to be a good idea, I can maybe ask someone to lend me a video camera.”
“Are you sacrificing your dog-” for me?
“My dog is smart enough to run to people who can provide him safety, and I bet Luciano will love to help us on that one, finding a blond wig and a small jersey shouldn’t be that hard, and I want to see Martin’s horrified face as much as you do.” Pedro says as he heads to the door with Manuel’s hand in his, “come on, it’s going to be such a show and it would be priceless.”
For a moment Manuel doesn’t even know what to respond. He just stands there and stares at Pedro, whom is smiling way too delightfully to be real, before he start laughing himself, so hard that he can feel tears rolling down his cheek and he could hardly care.
Character/Pairing: Chile/Mexico on Hetalia Latina but Mexico/Chile here, honestly it doesn't really matter 8D
Rating: PG
Warnings: Human names use, high school AU setting. 8D
Simple Things
Knowing someone and perhaps in the sort of exist relationship for more than three months has granted him a pathway to do things that he used to not able to before. Maybe not, since none of the rules are black-and-white as they should have, but screw it since he knows that Pedro would not mind the details like most of the people.
At least Manuel has to think this way just to make the act of dragging Pedro to somewhere people usually don’t go during the class time and skipping classes totally legit. Like Pedro would care about that in the first place since he has skipped enough class to the point that some of the teachers would love to fail him if he hasn’t able to turn everything by deadlines and make grades decent enough to make the whole failing process unjustifiable.
So here they are, hiding in one of the prep rooms for the gym and sitting next to all the funny equipments that they might never see again once graduate, with his head resting against Pedro’s shoulder and a book in his hand. He is not sure if Pedro got anything to kill the time with but it’s okay, he can usually entertain himself well enough.
“Are we going to the football practice later, or are you just going to skip all of them altogether?”
The question pops out right at the time Manuel finishes the third chapter of the book. The plot is not really thickening as it should, maybe the author is taking it slow just to make the later love scene seems more stunning, but at the moment Manuel is really regretting over not picking out a book from the authors he prefers since this stupid author’s way of writing romance just doesn’t click with his preference.
“Are you going to skip your work too if I say yes?”
“I will call them later if you promise to cover me up by telling them that I’m incapable to roll sushi and fry tempura for the day.”
And the breeze-like description Pedro has over his part-time job had unintentionally but successfully distracted Manuel’s attention immediately.
“You do those?”
“Whenever comes to need, I admit it is fun to roll shrimps in the bread crumbs just to fry them into something few cementers longer than they should be.” Pedro says as he unconsciously rubs over the area where the hot oil spilled on last time, it has finally stop hurting but still managed to cause enough of inconvenience, “and no need to watch Martin and Luciano going through their mating rituals over again always sounds promising.”
Imaging the fierce verbal arguments between their co-captains as a mating ritual causes Manuel to giggle a little, which then he realizes that this is the first time of today he does anything like this.
And it feels good, good just to have Pedro staying next to him like this, even though he never explains and Pedro never asks. Manuel is not sure if that means Pedro just doesn’t care or knows him better than asking, he is not sure because people normally tend to not ask, for whatever reason they got.
Because Pedro is not like them, that’s why. He tries to tell himself that but uncertainty resurfaces like damn air in the water.
“Aren’t you going to question me?”
“Over what?”
“Of making you skip classes with me.”
“I skip enough of them myself.”
“And the football practice.”
“I only show up half of them and still able to play for the season.”
“And the work.”
“Feel less bad since they almost didn’t pay for my medical bills for the numerous burns,” Pedro says as he holds Manuel’s face with both hands, “so stop feeling guilty.”
For a second Manuel thinks that he is going to cry just because of the warmness from Pedro’s hand, and he probably will if not turn around quickly and pretend nothing is important. He is just asking a simple question out of the basic responsibility as being part of the student council - which is in a totally inexistence at the moment since he is the one who suggested the skipping though the other party did not object - and as Pedro’s boyfriend, though he still has no idea of how they went out in the beginning. It just sort of happened, and the relationship would probably remain ambiguous if Miguel did not sense it - God knows why he was so sensible all the sudden since he normally doesn't give a fuc-, excuse of the language, doesn’t give a damn about things - and decide to be a bigmouth and tell the broadcast crew, or whoever fit in that description, of the school.
They are dating and everyone knows it, it is not even worth hiding a thing from Pedro if the relationship has been recognized and blessed by everyone with some kind of Thank You cards shove in Pedro’s drawer in the next few days after the unwanted announcement was made, most likely from people who knew Manuel too well by not leaving a name on.
Stop feeling guilty, or shouldn’t feel guilty at all. They are dating, and willfulness is allowed as long as the other party is willing to tolerate.
To the heck of it, of course he is feeling guilty, if not this then just feeling simply ashamed of himself of needing his boyfriend to temporally abandon the duty as a student but not even able to tell what has been bothering him.
And it takes Manuel a struggle just to wiggle his face out of Pedro’s hands despite that Pedro has not even really tried to stop him.
“Let go of my face, I can’t continue my reading if you keep holding it like this.”
He sees Pedro narrows his eyes and notices the sole amusement in those dark browns.
“Sure, but I have no idea that you’ve trained yourself to read things upside down.”
This time all Manuel wants to do is to cover his face with the upside down book, whose rather short pages can barely hide his already-red ears and he knows that he looks ridiculous.
“Do you want me to ask?”
“Of what?” the sound came out from behind the pages sounded somehow muffed and could be hardly understood.
“Whatever you want to ask.”
“Do you want me to?”
Not really, Manuel thinks. It is not that he really wants to talk about it, since most of the people do not find a bad grade or a student council project that is going nowhere or a conflict on the football field or a family argument worth to sweat for, unless all of those happened to happen at the same time and some perfectionist - who happens to be him - cannot really deal with all of them at once and feel more crushed then ever. Sure, it would be good to talk about it, but he cannot see what is the deal or why should it matter to others, or at least he doesn’t think Pedro would care that much to learn all of them if the Mexican will not be able to do anything in the first place.
Or it could be just that his Chilean pride could not allow something like admitting his weakness to happen.
And all he wants to do right now is to lock himself up in this stupid PE prep room, read the romance novel that he finds sadly disappointing, and just skip rest of his duty for the day all together so he can drown in the self-pity.
And then maybe tomorrow will be slightly better, maybe.
Pedro narrows his eyes a bit more before he suddenly snatches off the book on Manuel’s face and shoves it into one of the book bags.
“And what do you think that you’re doing?”
“Making use of time, it’s still few hours before the school is off and we can go and get some lunch before drop by my house to pick up my dog,” the Mexican replies easily as he pulls the somehow annoyed Chilean up and picks up both of their bags, “or I can just fix you the lunch myself, if you prefer?”
“Why are we dropping by your house is where my question lies, and what is the mentioning of your dog?”
“I just thought to hide him in Martin’s locker is going to be a good idea, I can maybe ask someone to lend me a video camera.”
“Are you sacrificing your dog-” for me?
“My dog is smart enough to run to people who can provide him safety, and I bet Luciano will love to help us on that one, finding a blond wig and a small jersey shouldn’t be that hard, and I want to see Martin’s horrified face as much as you do.” Pedro says as he heads to the door with Manuel’s hand in his, “come on, it’s going to be such a show and it would be priceless.”
For a moment Manuel doesn’t even know what to respond. He just stands there and stares at Pedro, whom is smiling way too delightfully to be real, before he start laughing himself, so hard that he can feel tears rolling down his cheek and he could hardly care.