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Title: The Sin is in Drunkenness
Author: sayasama
Series: Axis Powers Hetalia
Character/Pairing: Russia/Latvia, some England, Sealand, Estonia, Prussia, and Italians on the side. Liet, Poland and America are mentioned.
Rating: PG-13/M
Warnings: Teacher!Russia, Student!Latvia. Use of human names. OOC. Drunken molesting of underage teens. Un-beta'd.
Summary: There are plenty of reasons why they shouldn't, but the one reason they should is more important.
1. This Cannot be Good 2. In Which Ivan is Made to Feel Increasingly Awkward in His Own Home
A/N: A third installment! Why can I never keep myself from writing series...? orz And more characters are making appearances, too. This one is a bit heavier than the last two, so beware? I hope I don't offend anyone with this. Not like it's unusual to see fics that involve things many times worse, but nonetheless...Sorry ^^;.
Ivan Side
.001
Raivis has recently purchased a cell phone. Ivan likes to call it.
It is the day before the new school year starts, and Raivis is taking the precious few moments that his roommate is out talking to Ivan. Those “few moments” have reached nearly a half an hour now.
“So you’ve got all your summer homework done?” Ivan chuckles when he hears something of a whine come from the other end of his call. He’s a teacher; he can’t help but ask Raivis about these things.
“Y-yes… To-Toris helped me with what we didn’t finish at your house…”
“And you’ve got your homeroom assignment?” At this there is a long pause, and even though the phone Ivan can feel tension radiating off of Raivis. He imagines that Raivis is sitting stock still at his desk in his dorm room.
“Ye-yes, I-I’ve got it. I-I have to go now, Eduard is at-at the door, go-goodbye,” Raivis says hastily, and then the line goes silent. Ivan pulls his phone from his ear and gives it a questioning stare as through the expression will reach Raivis that way. He is not completely certain, but he’s fairly sure he was just lied to.
“Huh, I’ll have to ask about that later…”
.002
Ugh, the first day is always such a hassle. Class lists always come in late and by the time Ivan has his in hand half his class is already in, sitting down wherever they feel like it. He wishes the school would just e-mail these things to him so he could have his seating chart ready but no, can’t be prompt with these things, what a silly idea.
So Ivan starts filling in his seating chart as he waits for the class to fill up, going in backwards alphabetical order as he tends to do. He finds it almost ironic that the late bell rings just as he reaches a name he does not expect to see on this list.
Galante, Raivis.
No, no, no, that can’t be possible. Raivis is a second year, this is the third-level Russian course. Raivis would’ve had to have taken the two previous classes last year and most students only take their language classes one semester…
Most students.
But no, Raivis would’ve told him about this, right? Of course. He would not let Ivan find out like this. He would’ve given Ivan proper time to panic.
That’s right. These sorts of mix-ups happen all the time. They just put his name on the wrong list, that’s all.
Ivan is sure he’s right when the morning announcements end and Raivis has not yet entered the room. He starts assigning seats, feeling the relief well up in him.
And then it all goes to pieces when the door opens and he hears a timid, “So-sorry I’m so-so l-l-late…”
.003
Ivan is very glad he mixes a bit of vodka into his water in the mornings. It’s nothing much, not even enough to give him a buzz, but just knowing it’s there is calming him down now as he sits slouched in the mostly empty teacher’s lounge. He is angry that Raivis didn’t tell him about this, unnerved by the thought that he could easily slip up in this situation.
“He’s in your homeroom, hm? I saw him leave your class this morning.” Oh goodness no, the last person he wants to talk to is Arthur. The English teacher seems to understand this but takes the seat beside him anyway.
Ivan nods in response, just one quick movement. It’s enough to encourage Arthur to continue though that’s really the last thing he wants. “Look, speaking as someone who’s been there and done that, I’d say it would be much better for you to just break it off and wait until he’s in college but-“ And it is a good thing he added that “But” or Ivan surely would’ve put his fist through his face, “since you aren’t up to that, I’ll… make it easier for you, however I can.”
This is a pleasant surprise, pleasant enough perhaps to get him through the rest of the day. He gives Arthur a questioning look; it’s not as though they get along at all, so why the sudden offer of help?
“Don’t -Don’t misunderstand! I’m not doing it for you, I just owe you. For Alfred. For keeping your mouth shut. I’m just repaying you, that’s all.” Ivan chuckles and rolls his eyes; he really should’ve known. He turns to Arthur with a falsely sweet expression and a teasing glint in his eyes.
“How is that little upstart, anyway?”
.004
They are now two weeks into the school year, and Ivan thinks he’s done a pretty good job of not slipping up in school. Raivis has, too. It seems like his own nervousness over the situation has set him to constantly shaking in Ivan’s class though. It rather worries Ivan because that can’t be healthy, but at the same time it does a good job of covering most things up.
Still, there has to be some way to calm the shaking without seeming too out of character.
“Raivis, the answer to number ten, пожалуйста?” The way Raivis goes pale as a sheet almost makes Ivan feel bad, but he knows Raivis knows the answer, knows they’ve gone over this subject before. Raivis’ answer does not disappoint him. The boy has to take a deep breath to steady himself so he doesn’t stutter, but his answer is correct and well-pronounced. Ivan feels himself well up with that bit of pride every teacher feels when a student is correct, along with a more personal pride that cannot be explained as easily. He has a feeling that both show through in the smile he gives Raivis.
“Perfect, nice pronunciation,” Ivan compliments before moving onto the next student with the next question. He is a little worried that maybe his students would find his behavior odd, but Raivis is not shaking so hard anymore so in the end he can’t say he cares much.
.005
Mr. Lorinaitis registered Ivan as a trusted adult with the school at the beginning of the year who could be allowed to take Raivis in and out of school when necessary. So on weekends when the boy leaves the dorms to spend time at his cousin’s house, Ivan is the one to drop him off there.
That is why no one finds it odd that he’s waiting around Ivan’s classroom after school. It’s so strange, to not have to worry about what people will think of them being alone together as he packs up to leave. But he still worries, worries that maybe someone will find it odd if they are together after school when he isn’t driving Raivis home. He worries someone in the office might wonder why he’s suddenly became close to Raivis’ family. He worries that someone in the class (like Raivis’ goddamned roommate) might notice something off.
“Little Raivis,” he says once they’ve made their way out of the building and to his car. Raivis gives him a questioning look as he gets situated in the passenger seat. Oh, how to say this… “I think we should try not to meet in school too often.” There, he said it. His eyes are concentrated on the road he’s pulling onto, but he can tell that Raivis is stiff in his seat. He knows why and he wishes he didn’t have to say it, but it’s best if they don’t draw too much attention to themselves. He has already faced questions about why he’d become a contact for a student, he doesn’t want Raivis being questioned by his peers.
“I just do not wish for either of us to have to deal the consequences of being discovered.”
“I understand,” Raivis says immediately. Ivan knows he does, knows he worries about these things too. Still, that doesn’t make it hurt less, doesn’t make it easier for Raivis to keep that feeling out of his voice.
.006
Raivis is very good at following instructions, Ivan finds. He shakes less in class now, which is a relief, but if the change was brought on by anger or hurt, Ivan would rather he tremble a bit. Just the next week after Ivan asks him to keep his distance in school, Raivis starts packing up early to make sure he’s one of the first students out. He decides to meet Ivan at the field house entrance near the faculty parking on Fridays rather than in his classroom. And, after an astounding period of a month where he had somehow not been late even once (with the exception of the first day), he starts coming into class late again.
It’s partially irritating, but mostly it makes him feel the same way he does when he skips on vodka for a week, only the sickness is in his heart and not his body. Raivis acts the same toward him once they are on the road or in his apartment, but it doesn’t feel like enough anymore. He doesn’t understand why just seeing Raivis outside of school isn’t enough, but it’s not. So Ivan counts the tardies and waits for them to hit the magic number.
“Raivis,” Ivan says in his sugary sweet I’m-an-intimidating-teacher-who-pretends-not-to-be voice, “if you’re late to my class again I’ll have to assign you detention.” This statement receives an oddly hopeful look that is hidden from the rest of the class.
Without fail, Raivis is late the next morning.
.007
Ivan is drunk. He has not been this drunk is perhaps half a year now, not since he started seeing Raivis. However, after a rather nasty inquisition by said boy’s assistant headmaster on why he was being given only teacher detentions for his tardies rather than the usual office detention had put him in a drinking mood. It is partly Raivis’ fault for being late in the first time, but it’s his fault too for making detentions the only way they can meet in school. He’s aggravated and upset, horribly stressed and incredibly drunk all at once. He’s never been very good at dealing with pressing situations.
It is this sort of mood that he finds himself in when he goes to answer the door. If he were sober he’d tell himself he’s in no condition to entertain visitors, but he is very far from it so he drunkenly sways over to the door to answer it. He thinks he sees apprehension in Raivis’ eyes when he sees the vodka bottle in his hand.
“Come on in Raivis, would you like a drink? I know you’ve been eying the liquor all summer.” His voice is sing-song and he is a master of drunkenness, so he does not slur as he invites the other in, looping his arm around the boy’s little waist and pulling him in. When the door is safely shut behind them he pulled Raivis to the couch-not the long one, the little armchair in the corner. He’s happy now, because all he really needs is Raivis anyway, right? And the boy is here with him now! What is there to be upset about anymore?
The haze in his mind sets him to thinking that indulging in Raivis seems like a very good idea.
“Want a sip?” He asks as he takes a swig of vodka, holding it his mouth and diving down to give the boy an open mouth kiss, all but forcing the alcohol on him. He meets with resistance but it’s minimal and easy to ignore so he does, he ignores it and ignores it until he’s fumbling with Raivis’ belt and it’s at that point that Raivis snaps and slaps him hard enough to snap his head to the side. Ivan is immediately brought to his senses by this. Raivis is angry at him, almost yelling. Raivis is angry because he’s tried to do something wrong and very, very bad--
“Yo-you…You will st-stay r-r-right there! I’ll make, make some coffee… to sober you u-up. If you be-behave, I-I won’t tell Toris,” Raivis stutters out, the shaking in his limbs furious and frightened and upset all at once. There’s authority in his voice though, enough to make Ivan listen instead of follow the other to the kitchen. Oh he’s made little Raivis so mad at him! Well, not that it matters at the moment as Ivan’s body decides now is a very good time to pass out.
.008
It’s been three days since the episode at his apartment and Ivan still can’t look at Raivis. He knows if he does he’ll see the boy’s tie pulled tight as a noose around his neck, keeping his collar up enough to cover most of the marks he’d left. There might be some sort of make-up to cover whatever his shirt can’t. His roommate probably has his suspicions as well. Eduard has been giving him the evil eye all morning. He wants to apologize but doesn’t know how. Raivis is probably scared of him now, he may have just screwed over everything and that’s really the last thing he wants or needs. It doesn’t help that Raivis had dumped all his vodka down the sink and he now has no way of coping (he should invest some time in learning some better, less troublesome ways of dealing with his problems).
He decides to let the class have the rest of the period to start on their homework so that he can concentrate on thinking of how to make things right. ‘So much for being the responsible adult,’ he berates himself as he corrects the essays for the last test particularly harshly. He knows he needs to do something and quickly, but what can he do, besides leave Raivis alone and hope he doesn’t hate him now?
.009
“Oh, that is quite the predicament you’ve gotten yourself into. A drunken incident and a roommate who’s possibly suspicious? I do say, you have it worse than I ever did.” Arthur is definitely not helping, but he’s the only one Ivan can actually talk to for this. After all, there’s no drinking his problems away anymore, is there?
“How kind of you to point that out,” Ivan says with an aggravated groan. “But how do I fix this? You’re an insufferable drunk; surely you’ve faced this problem before, yes?” The face Arthur makes in response to that makes Ivan feel a bit better. Picking on others always makes him feel better.
“Well, perhaps. In any case, the best thing you can do is just apologize, give him time, and swear off alcohol for life. Swear it off again and again…” Arthur is getting a dismal, far-away look in his eyes and Ivan knows just how well swearing off alcohol has gone for him. And if it won’t work for Arthur, who usually only drinks at nights and in pubs, then it certainly won’t work from someone who drinks vodka like it’s his fuel. He sighs and pokes his bottle of water (plain, nonalcoholic water).
“I guess I will have to apologize sometime…” Oh, how Ivan dreaded the day he did.
.010
They are driving to Mr. Lorinaitis’ home and Raivis is radiating discomfort. He’s just staring, and it doesn’t even seem like he expects anything from Ivan, he’s just staring; unwavering, unnerving. He doesn’t know how much longer he can stand the silence before he goes insane.
Well, if he has to fill the silence with something, it might as well be something meaningful.
“I… I apologize for my behavior last weekend. There is no excuse for it. I can… understand if you wish to stop seeing me.” Boy, can he. If he were in Raivis’ place he wouldn’t have even gotten into the car with himself. He might’ve keyed the door, but he wouldn’t have gotten in. Raivis has a heart much larger than his, clearly. That or he’s far too naïve and trusting for his own good.
Raivis just keeps staring at him for a long while and Ivan wants to stare back but he’s got to keep his eyes on the road. They are more than half-way to Toris’ house before Raivis speaks up. Ivan internally squirms through the whole wait.
“No-no more getting dru-drunk, okay? I can’t m-make you stop drinking alcohol but, but no more getting, getting drunk.”
“Okay,” Ivan agrees immediately. He can do that, surely. He went half a year without over-drinking, of course he can do that for longer, forever.
“An-and, if you’re worried about something, ca-call, don’t drink.”
“I will.” He hopes Raivis has unlimited minutes.
“Good.” There’s silence again, but it’s much more comfortable now, though there is still an awkward edge to it. He’s unsure, not certain at all if he’s been forgiven even a little bit or if he really can be at all. His worries are dispelled some though, when Ivan pulls into Toris’ driveway and Raivis leans over the space between them to place a chaste kiss on his cheek. It’s with a bright flush on his cheeks that he hurries out of the car.
Raivis Side
.001
Raivis knew this question would pop up, and he’s been dreading it.
“And you’ve got your homeroom assignment?” Ivan asks, innocently curious. Raivis doesn’t know how to tell Ivan that he’s his homeroom teacher. He’s only a second-year so normally he wouldn’t be in a third-level class yet, but he’d taken Russian both terms last year, had decided to do that before he’d even met Ivan. If he’d known this would happen, he wouldn’t have been in such a hurry to take his languages classes.
“Ye-yes, I-I’ve got it. I-I have to go now, Eduard is at-at the door, go-goodbye,” Raivis lies badly, Ivan probably knows he did. He sighs, wishing he’d had the courage to tell Ivan the truth and give him time to prepare for the next day. He considers calling back and telling him, but then Eduard really does come back into the room and he gives up on the idea.
Behaving as though they have no relation is going to be difficult. Raivis knows he’s too nervous to sleep because of it. He wonders how Ivan will cope with it tomorrow.
.002
Today was the one day he’d desperately wanted to be on time. He’d set five alarms and had begged Eduard to try his hardest to wake him up and only stop if it got too dangerous. He had apparently not been too nervous to sleep after all.
He couldn’t just start the school year late, especially not when Ivan was his homeroom teacher! He doesn’t know which Ivan he’s going to see when he enters the classroom. Will it be the kind one he’s used to, or the one all the students feared because he is so “accidentally” intimidating?
He takes a deep breath outside of the classroom door; he’ll find out the answer to that question soon enough.
“So-sorry I’m so-so l-l-late…” Ivan turns away from the class to look at him and his face pales; he makes an expression like he’s just seen a ghost. Raivis just hangs his head and goes to stand with the others who have yet to be assigned to their seats. Ivan isn’t going to handle this well at all, is he?
.003
“Mr. Braginski wasn’t as frightening as I’d expected,” Eduard says when they sit down at their lunch table together. There are a few others with them, the Italian brothers Feliciano and Lovino, and Peter started talking to Raivis again during the vacation so he’s there too. However, he sours considerably upon hearing that name.
“That bastard? He’s insane as hell according to the seniors. He’ll smile at you even when he’s peeved and he gets psycho if ya piss him off bad enough. Liberal with detentions, too,” Lovino says, looking deeply annoyed with the topic of conversation, as well as vaguely frightened. Raivis wonders when Romano ever had Ivan as a teacher.
“Fr-Francis says he’s really scary!” Feliciano exclaims, edging closer to his brother as though the teacher in question is going to pop out any minute now. Raivis grits his teeth and hopes they change subject soon, because he doesn’t want to snap again and hurt someone. He only just made up with Peter recently and really doesn’t want to go through that again.
“What about you Raivis? He tutored you after school last year, what’s he really like?” Raivis freezes for a second, thinking this is the worst possible situation. He can’t exactly tell them how Ivan really is with him, after all Ivan works hard to seem scary, Raivis knows. But he doesn’t want to say mean things about him…
“This is dumb!” Peter says suddenly, “Look how much this talk is making Raivis shake! Clearly the rumors are right and he’s traumatized, so don’t bug him about it!” Peter says with crossed arms and a pout. Raivis looks up to his friend, wonders if he meant to help him or not. The sheepish little smile Peter gives him says that he did.
.004
“Raivis, the answer to number ten, пожалуйста?” Raivis feels himself pale at the question. His brain is scattered and fried, he’s been so afraid of doing something wrong and trying not to slip up these past few weeks that he just can’t concentrate and he always has to have Ivan help him after school so he can keep up. His nervousness makes A block something of a hell for him.
His eyes flit over the question he’s been asked to answer quickly and is surprised to find how easily the answer comes to him. It shouldn’t, he shouldn’t be able to even think clearly in this situation, but Ivan has done a very good job of pounding the basics of Russian into his head, so it does. The answer is out of his mouth almost before he realizes it.
“Perfect, nice pronunciation.” Raivis looks up when Ivan complements him; he’s half surprised because Ivan doesn’t usually complement people in class, and he’s half elated because of the smile Ivan sends his way (much more personal that a teacher’s smile should be, but Raivis doesn’t care at the moment). And since two halves make a whole, he’s no longer got room for nervousness. He does, however, have the sense to keep acting afraid.
.005
Raivis is more attentive than people give him credit for, especially when it comes to Ivan. He can tell there’s something worrying the older man, there has been since the beginning of the school year. He wants to tell Raivis something, but he doesn’t know how to say it right. Raivis has a sinking suspicion as to what it is that Ivan wants to say.
“Little Raivis,” he starts once Raivis is properly seated in the car and has closed the door. He braces himself for whatever it is that’s going to be said. “I think we should try not to meet in school too often.” Raivis knew it was coming, but it still hurts to hear it. He know why, he does, but that doesn’t stop it from hurting. It’s not the end, he knows it’s not because he’s just being asked to stay away during school, but on most days that’s all they have; they only have that and the phone and the apartment every other weekend. It’s not enough; it’s not going to be enough like this!
“I just do not wish for either of us to have to deal the consequences of being discovered.”
“I understand,” Raivis responds immediately, not wanting Ivan to know that this hurts and feels like something is ending when it’s not, not at all. Besides, Raivis knows of less conspicuous ways of meeting in school. It’s just a matter of going back to square one.
.006
This is difficult, this whole avoiding Ivan in school business. It feels so natural to walk to Ivan’s class after school, to take his time packing after the bell rings so that he can say goodbye to Ivan properly once the class has been emptied. Still, Raivis does his best to only stay around Ivan for as long as he has to during school. He feels like he’s doing something mean like avoiding Ivan, though he tries to show him that he’s not mad or anything by behaving normally when they’re alone. The guilt makes him oddly subdued and less shaky.
There is, however, one thing that Raivis finds very easy to change and he is more than happy to do it. He stops sleeping in his uniforms, sets only two alarms instead of five, and asks Toris not to call to wake him up anymore, saying he’s gotten the hang of waking up early when he truly hasn’t. Before he was sure to wake up on time because if he got to school early he could talk with Ivan in the mornings but now… Well, now being late is the only way he’s going to see Ivan in school at all.
“Raivis,” his shoulders jump a bit when Ivan addresses him with that tone in his voice the minute he enters the class, but not because he’s afraid. No, it’s because he remembers when they tried to scare each other in Ivan’s apartment and wants very badly to laugh. He hides it well though.
“If you’re late to my class again I’ll have to assign you detention.” Raivis can’t quite keep the happiness off his face at that. Who cares if this looks really bad on his permanent record? Never stopped him before.
The next morning Raivis hits snooze an extra time for the hell of it.
.007
The smell hits him the moment Ivan opens the door. Raivis is very good at discerning just how drunk people are and he determines that Ivan is very, very drunk when he answers the door. Drunk enough to make Raivis want to say he’ll swing by later and make a run for it. However that option it taken from him when a strong arm loops around his waist, pulling him into the apartment.
“Come on in Raivis, would you like a drink? I know you’ve been eying the liquor all summer.” Raivis ducks his head in shame because he has been; but unlike a certain teacher he knows, he’s done a much better job at abstaining. Ivan leads him over to the sitting area, is a little surprised when they end up on the recliner rather than their usual couch. He’s equally surprised and more than a bit hesitant when Ivan starts kissing him, tempting him with the after taste of vodka on his lips.
“Want a sip?” Ivan’s question turns out to be rhetorical as he does not give Raivis a choice in drinking it. He swallows so he won’t choke on it, tries to tell himself he’s not enjoying the burn down his throat. He can’t let this happen, he can’t let himself get drunk with Ivan right now, because Ivan is going to regret this in the morning, because Ivan is making quick work of his clothing and he hasn’t stopped yet ,even though Raivis has asked him to multiple times. Ivan always stops when he asks him to. Sober Ivan does.
But drunk Ivan doesn’t, drunk Ivan thinks he can get away with stripping Raivis completely (and doing more, no doubt) as long as he keeps alcohol going down Raivis’ throat. Raivis is more frightened of Ivan than he’s ever been, and he uses that to push him on when he makes a clear attempt to get Ivan off. The sound of the slap reverberates through the room, or seems to.
“Yo-you…You will st-stay r-r-right there! I’ll make, make some coffee… to sober you u-up. If you be-behave, I-I won’t tell Toris.” Raivis is stuttering horribly and he’s shaking so much that it’s difficult to right his clothing. But he does, and he does successfully make them coffee. He even manages to calm himself down enough to call Toris and tell him he’s staying the night (to make sure Ivan doesn’t drink anymore when he wakes up, to make sure the now-unconscious idiot of a teacher doesn’t get sick in his sleep and choke on his own vomit, but he doesn’t tell Toris that, no. He just says he’s going to sleep over).
The hardest part though, is dumping all of that damnable vodka down the drain. He tries to keep what it’s made Ivan into in mind as he does and that makes the chore easier.
.008
“Hey, Raivis …What’s that thing on your neck?” Eduard is rubbing at his glasses as though maybe that will make the marks on Raivis’ skin go away. Raivis’ hand shoots up to his neck immediately, covering whichever mark Eduard’s seeing. Damn, and he’d even made a point of getting up early so he wouldn’t meet Eduard in the bathroom this morning. He hopes that if he doesn’t answer, maybe Eduard will stop asking.
“Is it a bruise..? How’d you get one there? You didn’t have it when you left last Friday…”
Panicked, Raivis hastens to fasten his tie tightly about his neck, hoping it’ll be covered if he just keeps his collar on tightly enough.
“And… another one here…” Eduard lifts a finger to trace another mark, this one on the underside of Raivis’ jaw. He shutters accidentally, and Eduard squints.
“Hey…These aren’t bruises at all, are they?” Raivis flees the bathroom, ripping through his top drawer until he finds the cover-up that Feliks had slipped him some time ago. He knows what it’s used for now.
Ivan makes that day and the ones following it entirely worse when he refuses to even look at or call on Raivis all morning. This is unusual behavior as he tends to call on Raivis for answers no one else knows because he always does (Ivan keeps him ahead of the class somewhat). He sees the gears turning in his roommate’s head as he puts two and two together and he knows Eduard is uncomfortably close to figuring it out.
.009
“Mr. Braginski is acting strangely toward you,” Eduard whispers to him one day in class. Ivan has given the class some time to do their homework again, it’s odd for him to do this for days in a row, he usually teaches until the last five minutes of class. He still hasn’t looked at Raivis either. It’s enraging and frightening in its own way.
“Is he?” Raivis pretends not to notice what everyone else probably has.
“He has been, huh?” Raivis jumps at the new voice that joins the conversation. It’s Gilbert, the class troublemaker who has this odd habit of patting Raivis on the head. It’s embarrassing, and doesn’t feel as nice as when Ivan does it. “He’s always callin’ on you and smilin’ at you and stuff. You’re his lil’ pet but he hasn’t called on you for days! Did ya ditch ‘im or something?”
“D-don’t say such w-weird things!” Raivis all but squeaks out, looking horrified because what if Gilbert knows? But Gilbert takes it at face value, figuring Raivis is embarrassed by his wording and because he was called the teacher’s pet.
“Chill out kid, I’m just kiddin’. He’s probably pissed ‘cause of all those detentions yer rackin’ up!” Gilbert laughs it off, claps Raivis on the back so hard he falls out of his seat. Eduard shouts in a panic over him, and quite quickly a scene is made. Raivis just shakes and hopes things go back to normal soon. He really doesn’t like this at all.
.010
Raivis is angry and afraid and very uncomfortable. Ivan is not drunk, but the memory is still fresh with Raivis and now that they’re alone again it’s making him tremble with dread. He’s angry because Ivan hasn’t said a word to him all week, and the avoidance hurts, makes him feel unsure (maybe Ivan really did just want him for…things?) and has drawn unnecessary attention to them that Raivis has had to deal with alone in class. Stupid Gilbert and his big mouth, getting everyone curious about things that don’t concern them…
The car is silent as they drive, Ivan staring at the road and Raivis staring at him, thinking, ‘This is what it was like being stared at all week because you avoided me. Not fun, huh?’ He hopes Ivan feels as uncomfortable as he does.
“I… I apologize for my behavior last weekend,” Ivan says, breaking the silence and Raivis’ concentration. “There is no excuse for it. I can… understand if you wish to stop seeing me.”
…What? Stop seeing him?
Raivis’ stare goes from being intent and angry to confused. Sure, he’s very upset with Ivan, scared too, and he thinks that there are probably a lot more pros than cons to breaking up at this point but… But he really loves Ivan (when he’s sober), and Ivan had behaved that night after he’d gotten slapped so…
“No-no more getting dru-drunk, okay? I can’t m-make you stop drinking alcohol but, but no more getting, getting drunk.” Maybe Raivis is just being incredibly stupid right now?
“Okay.” How can he be so sure of that?
“An-and, if you’re worried about something, ca-call, don’t drink.”
“I will.”
“Good.” He must be very dumb indeed, to be so trusting. But he’s been watching Ivan all week, even if Ivan hasn’t been watching him. He’s seen the repentant looks Ivan’s been sending his way whenever he thinks no one’s looking; he can hear the conviction in Ivan’s voice, his determination to keep these promises. So, even though he’s telling himself he needs to be harsher with Ivan and smarter about this whole situation, he leans over the arm rest between them to kiss Ivan’s cheek. He lets the man squirm a bit first though.
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пожалуйста-please, according to some online translator or other. Feel free to correct me if that's wrong. ^^;
Uh... Probably going to have another part, yup. Goodness knows when it'll be out, who'll pop up, or what it'll focus on, but there will likely be another part. Hope you're looking forward to it~!