Summary:

For a certain group of three boys, this was their last year in high school, hence, their last promenade. But when their too-energetic-for-a-human student council president, along with his bushy-eyebrowed boyfriend decided to confess their love in public, they won't stop turning things their way… including turning their supposedly last prom, into so much more… BTT/SpaMano/Pruhun {human names used}

AN: Heyow! My first hetalia fanfic :D I was thinking not to continue this but the plot just never leaves my mind, so I have to write it down. Anyways, I hope you enjoy reading it. SETTING AND CHARACTER'S LOOKS WILL BE THE SAME WITH THE ORIGINAL LOOK IN THE SERIES (OR FANART, IF YOU PREFER IT THAT WAY) I'm not going to stress those out that much.

Disclaimer: Original story belongs to Hidekaz Himaruya-sama. I don't own anything.

CLOCKWORK

By Radically Distinguished

Heavenly Lust

Antonio's point of view

This morning was like the rest.

It was too normal for a day, you could say. The sun was shining vividly with no signs of white patches around it. The glass charm I placed on the doorway by the balcony is producing its high but relaxing sound, a sign that the wind was blowing freely. The morning milk man just passed by and rang his bicycle's bell in front of our house, calling me to get my share, but as always, I won't and he'll just leave it there for me to get it later. Everything is as always.

I lay on my bed, with my white blanket atop of me. Creases covered the mattress, well, I'm not a disciplined sleeper. I just woke up, though not entirely… I felt dizzy when I turned my head slightly on the right side to look at the time, that's what I get for sleeping after two last night.

I stared at the bright, robotic numbers in front of me, 6:07am Wed., it says. Funny, I don't remember sleeping with my alarm clock beside me last night. Did I hit it hard again?

I shut my eyes, feeling that bit of comfort my rugged pillow gave me. I should really buy a new one; my neck's killing me and its starting to give me morning headaches often.

I can't sleep anymore, its morning and I really have to get changed now. Though I really want to.

I really want to sleep more, and it looks like sleep is willing to take me in.

My head's drifting, like an inflated balloon off to set an adventure in the sky. It should be red because its my favorite color.

The wind's blowing to me, it's welcoming me to its domain filled with clouds and the shade of light blue. The strings attached on me seems to be tugging, but I ignored it, I'm in heaven's gate!

Everywhere I look, every place I turned to, it's white with blue as its background.

There's no sound heard, except for the wind. But it's a relaxing one, more heavenly. It's not like its usual attacking state, heck, it was welcoming me!

I saw a peculiar cloud with a yellow shade. It's smaller than the other ones, but it's beautiful. It got me curious, it got me attached…

I followed it, to know where its lair was.

It moves faster compared to the other clouds. It's like a luring one, seducing guests to its owner. Bringing food to its master. But a thought passed me, saying that I should trust it.

So trust I did.

We were travelling. I coped up to its speed and we were now floating side by side.

Suddenly, the atmosphere changed, it got me amused and anxious.

The clouds were increasing, the wind heavier. There was too much cloud that its blue shade cannot be seen anymore. I looked around, it's totally different.

But, it was not scary.

I turned to look at the cloud beside me again, but it was not there anymore.

I halted. As a balloon, I was round and I can't feel or express any emotions, because that would be impossible.

But I was sad, petrified to say the least.

My only companion left me, and here I thought I wasn't alone in this journey.

But it's not like I don't know what to do anymore.

I just have to keep moving forward, to be positive.

I know I'll get there…

Soon.

I started moving forward again, with my original pace when the cloud was not with me yet.

The atmosphere was still heavy, but it's not affecting me.

Then, it's started changing again… in some sort of way, it's changing, but in a rather slow way.

But it didn't stop me, I kept moving still.

Until I came into a corner.

I stopped.

I looked around again, then I saw it.

It's different.

The sky was in a light shade of purple and the clouds were in a yellowish one, a lighter tone from the cloud that accompanied me earlier.

It's simple. It's beautiful, more beautiful than the last.

Then a light stroke me. A blinding one.

I turned to look at it. It's blinding yet inviting for some reason.

Then, it slowly wore off and I caught a glimpse of it, heaven.

I saw gold, gold everywhere!

It's a big staircase with a huge gate, with golden steps and railing and metals.

It shined brightly every second; it's making me feel glorious!

There were clouds on its sides, they were yellow with slight hint of pure white.

There were clouds above too, with that same hue.

The background's still a light purple, which complemented and completed the magnificent scene in front of me.

I was in awe, I was dumbstruck, I wasn't able to move.

I stared at it. Every nook, every place my head went, it was magnificent.

This is heaven.

Then, the gates opened, with a loud a thud.

It's grand, and it's slow.

An even brighter light shone in front of, so bright that if I stare at it, I will burn.

But I didn't…

It was too beautiful for me to look away.

"Antonio…"

I heard my name, an angel-like voice called it.

"Antonio…"

Heck, it might even be a real one!

"Tonio, Antonio!"

I like to answer, I really do… but I can't, cause I'm a balloon.

Then, a gust of wind hugged me, blocking my view entirely.

It surrounded me, with a speed I can't even describe.

I looked at it, bewildered and taken aback.

Then, it disappeared, faster than lightning.

I saw my knees bent and I felt the soft ground with my legs and feet.

I was kneeling on the clouds of yellow, with white pants that reached just below my knees.

But I was cold, and bare at the top.

I touched my chest, feeling a wooden object rested on it.

I took it, and held it in my palm.

I looked down to find out what it is, only to see a familiar face.

It's a cross, bigger than what I usually wear.

"Antonio… "

She called me. She called my name again!

"Antonio… "

"What? W-why are you calling me?"

I trembled.

I was excited, and scared.

It was the first time I felt that in this place.

I waited for her answer, but it didn't come.

It was silent.

Too silent.

I was irritated, I want a proper answer!

But I don't want to be rude; forcing an answer out that casually to a person I don't even know.

"If you're not going to answer me, show yourself at least."

Again, I waited.

But, still, there was nothing.

"Where am I?"

There was no answer.

"Who are you? What do you want fro-?"

A strong and sudden wind came out inside to what I call "heaven".

Then I felt a weight on my lap, a bearable one that is.

The wind formed into a sphere, going around in circles.

Then, it formed to a figure, and it was glowing.

Then, a portion of it stretched out, going to higher at my left 'til it reached to a stop.

It reached just below my jaw.

It had shapes and has what-it-seems turners of a guitar.

I was amused, yet again.

My eyes grew larger.

My stomach was turning, feeling a bit scared and shock to what I was seeing.

I never believed in magic before, but I certainly do now, in a sense.

The other form proved my hunch right as it stretched out just in above my lap.

It had a figure of a guitar.

It glowed.

It glowed until it finished forming.

It glowed still.

But it stayed like that.

It didn't move, it didn't have a color.

It was plain white, no strings, no details… just white.

"Sing me a song, Antonio…"

She called out, and I was rather surprised.

"A… song?" I stuttered as I looked in front, though was neither human nor an angel at sight.

Perhaps, I was talking to Him.

God, that is.

Yeah, maybe… maybe-

But it was a girl's voice!

It can't be Him!

"Yes, sing me a song Antonio…"

Unconsciously, I touched the guitar, pulling it closer, placing my left hand on its neck…

And placing my right to the strings I felt.

It was there alright, I just can't see it, but it's there.

"W-why?" I asked.

Again, "it" didn't answer.

Silenced filled the gap and let out an eerie atmosphere.

I was uncomfortable this time.

I wanted a proper answer.

I want her to spit the beans out, after making such a request.

I was their guest for God's sake!

They're the host, yet their treating me this way!

I'm not the rude one, they are!

They're not even facing me, with a face that is.

And now, they're requesting me to sing and to play the guitar for them!?

Am I really in heaven? Is this really it!?

I expected more!

I really did.

This can't be it!

I'm sure!

God is not like this! God is not rude!

And He will not be rude to me or anyone else, because he loves us!

That's what His Bible says, and I've studied it for almost all the Sundays that passed in my whole damn life!

I was broke out by a sudden gust of wind, again.

It hit me in face, like a splash of cool water.

I was almost taken aback on the ground, but I kept still.

With my right hand as my support, holding onto the ground, and with my other hand drawing the guitar closer as a shield.

I shut my eyes, the wind's getting through and it's making me tear up.

It's stinging, it's not like the rest that came earlier.

Where on earth am I!?

Is this a prank!?

If it is, then where are those two idiots!? I know they're behind this!

If this is a prank, that is…

But why now?

What's so special about this day?

Isn't it August? An ORDINARY Wednesday?

Isn't my birthday on February yet?

What is all this!?

I want to get out!

I want this to be over!

I want this to stop!

I want to wa-

"Antonio"

I felt a hand, a soft yet gentle hand, caress my cheek.

I didn't notice it but the wind had died, maybe seconds ago. It was silent again and I'm not being taken aback anymore.

But, there was wind tugging in front of me.

It's gentle, with its strong scent lingering inside of me.

I opened my eyes, slowly for I don't like to be surprised if there's something in front of me.

But, it didn't work.

I was still taken aback, and astonished.

For in front of me was the most beautiful eyes I've seen in my whole life.

It was shining, it was understanding, gentle.

It loves, it's like it knew me from the beginning.

It's was like a gem, a hazel gem, sparkling even brighter than the heavens.

It surpasses the beauty of the star.

It was like Aphrodite's diamonds staring at the very center of the mortal known as me.

What made it even more mesmerizing were its long lashes that complemented its eyebrows well.

They were brown, and so is its hair.

It had a rebellious curl pointing at my left side. It's adorable and I squinted.

I look at its cheeks, a refined, pink, glowing cheeks which complemented its cute, button nose.

I looked at it, stared at it. I can't get enough of it. I was simply beautiful.

And then, there it is. Its lips.

It's pink, puffy lips that made me go mad.

Never in my life have I experienced this sudden want to kiss a lips this badly, and sudden.

I stared at it, with drool knocking on my lips, asking permission to go out.

I want to let it.

I want to drool… but I have to stay composed.

That's when it hit me.

"Y- You're a… b-boy?" I asked, with fear clear in my voice.

For a moment, he stood still, with his eyes still staring at mine. God, it's beautiful!

He's beautiful!

I took that time to check him more.

He was wearing a white satin dress that reached until his knees.

It was hanging on his right shoulder with a golden lace attached to it.

It was tied at the center, at the part of his hips, with a silver lace and a golden one joint. He was barefoot and other than that, there was none.

He has no wings, to my surprise.

But he was still a sight. An angel in my eyes.

A heavenly lust…

"Antonio…"

He might have noticed what I was doing for when I looked at his orbs; it was staring at me ever so intently with a look of pleading.

It's like he wants all of my attention.

Then, at that moment, he tightened his touch on my cheek, with his other hand on my left shoulder.

The guitar that was on my lap started glowing again, enough for me to look down with my mouth agape.

It glowed, like its glow before.

Slowly, all the wind it possessed earlier came back.

It was ravaging, smaller and smaller by the second.

Until it was small as a ball…

A tennis ball…

A ping-pong ball…

A jackstone ball…

A pin…

'Til it was gone…

"Antonio…"

He called out again. I have mistaken his voice with a girl's voice, it remained the same.

"Antonio…"

He started pushing me slowly to the ground, his legs going lower at the act.

"Wai- What are you doing!?" What is this!? Why is he-

"I've always loved your songs Antonio."

With that, he stopped pushing me, but his eyes are still locked with mine. The difference is that his showed compassion and it was a gentle one, and mine, well, I can only bet that they look a little horrid with a pinch of terrified, and scared, and shocked, and…

"I've always… loved it, Antonio."

"T-those… I have…"

I heaved deep breaths.

I don't know what to say.

I'VE RAN OUT of words to say.

A muse, a boy muse, was staring intently at my eyes.

He was breathing in front of me ever so closely, I'm afraid that if I move an inch or two, our lips… will meet.

"Those… aren't my songs… "

His eyes squinted and changed into a confused one. His head turned a bit sideways and his mouth opened a little.

I swear, my heart just flinched… dang it!

"What do you mean, Tonio?"

God, I know it's a sin, but, can you do an exception this time? I… I…

"Those are songs… of other people… or a-artists, or b-b-bands. I just… memorized their l-lyrics and chords… Those aren't mine…" I stuttered.

There's no helping it now, my cheeks are burning!

I need to get out from here! I just need to…

But… I don't want to miss this… I don't….

Not when he's looking at me like this, and holding me still!

God! Please, help me!

"But, Antonio's voice is his, right?"

Please, just… don't look at me like that! I can't…

"Wh-what… what do you mean?"

"The voice, the voice that I adore. The voice that no other human, nor angel, nor demon can make, it's Antonio's… right?"

I gasped, and it seems the air is willing to pressure me too. Adore?

What does he mean by that!?

"What do you-"

"That voice turns Lovino on. And that voice belongs to Antonio. Therefore…"

Oh no. NO. NO. NO. NO. NO!

Lord, please this is not what- this is not leading to….

He let go of my cheek and placed his hand on my right shoulder. He started pushing me again.

And by God, his face- his cheeks are blushing- his- AARGHH!

God! Help me!

I'm becoming hard because of a boy!

For a boy!

And heaven's right in front of me! I mean literally!

This is not happening! This CAN'T BE HAPPENING!

"He-Hey! What are you-"

He was pushing rather strongly; I had to support my body with both of my hands now!

And it's getting stronger and stronger by the second! What is he-

"Antonio turns Lovino on…"

"WHAT- STOP TH-"

Before I could continue…

He closed the gap between us, and kissed me…

He kissed me…

He kissed…

Me…

Kiss…

Me…

Boy…

Kiss…

Me…

I felt a strong and wet force, licking my lips.

It was soft and smooth…

And…

Turning me… on

I looked at him, his eyes were close… but he was still beautiful, he still made something inside of me flutter… But, I don't know, he's kissing me now, …

And now he was gripping me, closer, to his fair and slender body…

"An…nio! Lovi…ants…ongue…" He moaned… with his adorable voice that I can't get enough off.

He was like a drug, a heroin…

He stroked me, with his gentle and soft fingers…

Going down from my shoulders and neck…

And then he pinched me…

Well, that surely triggered it.

I was looking down at him…

I was looking down at the most precious thing that I have seen in my entire life…

He was beautiful with a messed up hair, sweat travelled down his sides… and he was blushing…

A blush that makes him beautiful, a blush that makes my heart flinch…

"Tell me… your name… again."

We were both huffing, searching for air.

This was too much…

Too damn much.

Too much that I haven't even started the real thing yet!

And yet…

"I…told you…already…Antonio."

He said with a smile, a cute smile, on his face.

"One… One more…time… One more… time please."

I pleaded, with the sweetest smile I could give back.

I brushed off a group of hair that was blocking the side of his right eye.

He blinked at my act, the smile never wearing off.

But before I knew it, his hands were already clinging to my waist.

His hands were so cold it gave me shivers all throughout my body, which was kind of, nice for some reason…

"If I tell you again this time, will you promise that you won't forget?"

This time, I was taken aback and blinked at what he said. It was like his pleading, the serious way. It was like he never plans to let me go after this, it's like he doesn't want me to leave him alone.

But how could he feel that way?

We just met!

And he, KIND OF, seduced me to do this and I was such A MAN to never say no to an offer.

It took me a while to answer I guess, that his grip tightened around my waist.

I brushed the thought off and lowered my body to his.

Now, there's no gap between us and I could feel his bare skin on mine. It's turning me on more…

I'M SORRY, LORD.

"I would never… I promise."

I whispered, with my lips touching his ears… kissing it.

"Tell me… please."

"There's no helping you… Geez…"

I grinned. He's right… there's no helping me now…

"It's-"

"It's not funny, Francis."

He was cut off from ever saying a word to continue when his companion started laughing loudly, earning attention from their fellow passengers. They're riding the train now from station Kemagawa to Reenland, the farthest station on the list. That's where they'll take off. It was now quarter past seven and their running a little late from their 7:30am "sudden" appointment in their academy.

They were standing by the window, one shoulder leaning by the train's door while their hand was holding on to the railings above. That's their usual spot every morning. Even when the train's not that full, they'll be standing there no matter what. They see it as a "gentleman's way" or something like it.

"Oi, cut it out!" Antonio bit out with gritted teeth. He's trying to keep his voice as low as possible.

"I'm sorry! It's just…" And he started laughing off again.

"Stop it, you're embarrassing me!"

"Okay, okay…" he snorted "I'll stop." Then he started laughing again. Well, he's quiet for moment, a second at least.

Antonio tried to stay composed as to avoid further attention and embarrassment from the crowd that was looking at them from their seats. He wanted to give them a glare, really. That glare that says mind-your-own-business, but he chose not to, it's not worth the effort if it was for this goof.

The fact is, he'd be laughing with him now actually. He himself finds it rather amusing and ridiculous that what's getting him aroused, is a boy with brown hair and a rebellious curl at the side, which he thinks is sexy. But it's about his wet dreams, dang it! What if he slipped while his laughing and announced that it IS about his wet dream and it's about a BOY? Now, he would never laugh at that.

He's got no problem about being gay. It's just that, he's not really a gay… just yet.

Antonio just rolled his eyes and stared off at the window. They just passed his favourite building. It was red and has a store with clothes of his liking. The sun shining directly at him but he didn't mind. He loves the sun, especially at this hour of the day. They're two stations away from Reenland.

"So, what's your problem about it?" Francis asked while wiping a tear from his eye, his other hand holding his stomach. His face was still wearing a big grin.

"Tsk, I was asking you if that would be possible?"

"What is?"

"For me to dream that again."

"And why would you want that?"

Now, that's a question. Why does he want THAT? The thought lingered at him.

"Name."

"What?"

"The name. I want to know hi-the name, at least." He was going to use the word his, but preferred not to. He noticed that the guy behind Francis moved near them. He could only guess that he's eavesdropping, or planning to snatch his friend's wallet which was beaming out his wallet like a fish willing to be caught.

He gestured his friend to move to his side by placing his right hand by his mouth and his other hand waving at him to come close. Francis, though confused, obliged to it.

"What is it?" Francis whispered.

"Nothing. I just missed you."

And with that he's bearded friend gave him a smack. They both laughed the gesture off, returning to their earlier topic.

"Well do you recognize his face somewhere? The school perhaps?" Francis asked once again, his voice going lower.

"No. But I feel that he's not a dream either. He's real."

"Hmmmhhm. And what if he is?"

"What do you mean?" He asked.

"Well, if he is a real human, as you say, what would you do?"

Antonio blinked at his friend's question. He smiled and turned his attention back on the road.

"We'll see what happens then…"

"Hmmmhhmm… One more question, Toni." Francis nudged his friend.

"Who the hell was it who cut your dream again?"

Antonio's smile turned into a smirk, a perverted smirk. His friend, who was laying its chin on his shoulder noticed this and quickly understood it.

"It seems like I will be a referee for a day, again." He sighed as he's friend got his knuckles from his pocket and started cracking his finger's bones up.

"That paled albino will see just who the hell he's messing with."

Yeah! Chapter 1's finally finished!

Guys, please review. I'll accept Negative and Positive feedback, tell me it there's something wrong with my grammar and spellings too. :)

Oh and by the way, the station names are just made up by me, if there's a place called Kemagawa and Reenland (which I doubt) then that's what you call a coincidence. :)

Oh and sorry if you're expecting a smut scene. I don't do those kind of things... maybe in the future, but not now. :)

Well, that's all folks!

Hope you enjoy reading it!

RadicallyDistinguished
~YukiePhantomhive~

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