I do not own Hetalia. If not, it would probably be one huge Glee-fest! So thank your lucky stars I don't own it! (:
A/N: Oh hello! How long has it been? Haha My O levels just finished so yeah.
Constructive critique and reviews will be appreciated greatly!
Also. This chapter has a huge amount of swear words so brace yourself!
So… enjoy chapter 16!
The girl: Sakura Honda
Sakura zipped around her room, frantically digging through her closet. Her hair was frazzled and make up had not been applied.
She pulled out a flowery top, examining it briefly before tossing it into the 'reject' pile. She glanced at the massive pile behind her, groaning and slumping onto the floor.
For god's sake Sakura! Get your act together! Who said this was a date? Why are you even freaking out? A simple dress would do! Come on! You only have an hour!
Sakura took a deep breath and stood up. She paced to her closet and picked this first dress that caught her eye. She smiled; it was her favourite white dress with the sailor collar.
It's settled then. I'll wear this. Now for the hair and make up.
She scampered to the bathroom, slipping on the dress and applying light make up. She stared at her hair in the mirror, twisting the limp strands. Her hair wasn't very long so elaborate styles weren't really an option. She decided to settled for the simple short pigtails.
Ring ring! Ring ring!
"Hello?" Sakura picked up her cell.
"Hey Sakura! I'm here!" Alfred's voice boomed through the phone, "You ready?"
"Oh wow. You're early."
"Being early isn't bad!" Alfred defended, "Or would you rather me being late?"
"True." Sakura giggled.
"Well, get down asap Sakura! We don't want the best seats to be nabbed!"
"I'll be right down." Sakura hung up and quickly grabbed her purse and headed out.
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"Alfred-kun!" Sakura called once the elevator doors opened. She had spotted him almost immediately.
"Sakura! Wait. What did I tell you about the kun? Alfred is fine."
"It's hard to stop."
"Really?"
"You try calling me Sakura-chan then."
"Challenge accepted!"
"I'm waiting for you to admit defeat already."
"Oh Sakura-chan, we must hurry or we'll miss the movie."
"Well, we must get going then!"
The guy: Heracles Karpusi
"Are they here yet?"
"Why do you keep asking me that you bastard? And stop pushing me!" Sanaz glared daggers at Heracles.
"Not my fault you're the only one who can see from here! And why must we hid behind bushes?"
"Shut up! You want to succeed or not?"
"Urgh it's as if you stole this idea from some amateur spy handbook!"
"It's not amateur! I'm a professional!"
"Oh, you mean you've stalked all your friends? I'm not surprised you have none."
"Don't make me bail on you! And shut up! You're supposed to be my servant! Obey!"
"Fuck you."
"Bloody asshole."
"Urgh this is pointless!" Heracles growled.
"Your plan to stalk. Not mine."
"Shut up Turk!"
"Oh no you didn't!"
"What?"
"You irritant! No wonder your economy is in shambles!"
"Don't insult my country!"
"Really?" Sanaz grabbed Heracles by the collar, "Who started it then?"
"Bitch. Let me go."
Luckily for them, they heard a familiar voice from a far.
"Sakura-chan! What kind of popcorn would you like? How about a burger? Or nachos? Damn I love nachos!"
"I'm fine with anything Alfred-kun."
"Really? Okay then!" Alfred went to order.
"Idiot." Heracles hissed under his breath.
"What?"
"Sakura hates butter popcorn. She only likes sweet popcorn."
"So?"
"If the idiot mixes, it'll be hard for her to find the sweet popcorn."
Sanaz rolled her eyes, "Go save the day then."
"No! My cover will be blown!"
"Oh look, they're going in now." Sanaz pointed out, "Let's go!"
The duo kept at least three meters from Sakura and Alfred, quietly trailing behind.
"Hi, what show would you like?"
"The same one as the people before us." Heracles declared.
"Okay…" the cashier eyed him suspiciously, handing him the ticket, "Knock yourself out."
Heracles and Sanaz followed the two into the theatre, ignoring the seats assigned to them and sat two rows directly behind the couple.
"I hope the movie's good. Aaron Eckhart is amazing." Sanaz babbled mindlessly whilst munching on popcorn.
"You're a fan?" Heracles was taken aback.
"Is something wrong?"
"You don't seem like the type."
"Well, who wouldn't like a handsome man like him?"
"You have a point."
"Oh hey, Alfred is leaning onto Sakura." Sanaz pointed out.
"Hell no!" Heracles grabbed a fistful of popcorn and flung it at Alfred.
"The fuck?" Alfred exclaimed, turning around, "Who did that?"
Heracles and Sanaz sank down in their seats, thank goodness for the dark theatre.
"You idiot!" Sanaz hissed, "You wasted my popcorn!"
"You're only caring about popcorn?"
"I paid for it!"
"Okay then, here." Heracles handed five euros to Sanaz, "I'm buying half the popcorn."
"You're giving me more that the cost of half."
"I might use more than half."
"Okay."
For the next hour and a half, Heracles kept his eyes on Sakura and Alfred like a hawk, flicking or tossing popcorn at them for any act of affection or anything he didn't like. This caused Alfred to become very ticked off and actually had stood up shouting until a person had asked him to sit down.
Once the movie ended, Heracles and Sanaz rushed out of the theatre and waited for Alfred and Sakura to leave.
"You totally spoiled the show for me." Sanaz grumbled.
"You can always watch it again."
"Easy for you to say! You have the time! You're not enrolling into a school!"
"Who said you'll get in anyway?"
"You punk!"
"Oh! They came out!" Heracles pointed to the two familiar silhouettes, "We'll settle this later."
The guy: Alfred F. Jones
"Bloody son of a bitch bastard. Why did he throw popcorn at me?" Alfred grumbled, trying to pull pieces of popcorn out of his hair.
"I'm sure it wasn't on purpose." Sakura tried to calm him down, "Or maybe he was drunk?"
"The world is full of inconsiderate assholes."
"But there are also good people Alfred-kun. Don't lump them with these horrible people."
"I guess you're right." Alfred smiled.
"I know."
"Well, despite everything, how was the movie?"
"It was so-so. The popcorn thing was actually the highlight of the night." Sakura chuckled.
"Well, what if I could change that?" Alfred stepped forward.
"What do you mean?" Sakura asked confused, though her heart was palpitating inside her chest.
"Could I kiss you? I feel like it."
"You…" Sakura spluttered.
"Oh hell no!" A voice called from the vicinity.
"Who's that?" Alfred surveyed the area. He and Sakura were in the car park and hearing a voice was a little creepy.
Alfred suddenly spotted two figures in the distance, scampering behind cars.
"Hey are you two stalkers or something?" Alfred shouted, "You want something?"
The two figures stood up from behind a car.
"Hey man, we're just looking for out car! No biggie!"
"Like I'll believe that! Who looks for cars by dodging behind cars? You know what, if you want to fight, come on!"
Alfred marched towards the two figures.
The girl: Sanaz Adnan
"Shit shit shit shit!" We're toast!" Heracles chanted.
"No we can do something!"
"What can we do? We barely have a minute before he gets here! Let's run!"
"No! Then he'll know we're bad people!"
"Then what?"
Sanaz pinched the bridge of her nose and an idea came to mind. She turned to Heracles, "Okay, you're going to have to trust me on this."
"Erm…"
"Yes or no Heracles?"
"Hey punks! Wanna rumble?" Alfred's voice became louder with every passing second.
"Hell, I don't care what you think!" Sanaz scoffed.
And with that, she grabbed Heracles's face and crushed her lips on hers.
Which then led to quite a passionate make out session.
Alfred who had seen from a far had stopped, it wasn't right to interrupt a couple in embrace.
"Oh you're just lovers; I'll leave you guys alone then."
Once Alfred turned back, Heracles pushed Sanaz off him, quite forcefully.
"What the hell?" Heracles sounded exasperated, "You just kissed me!"
"Nice wasn't it?"
"You fiend!" Heracles spat, "My girlfriend is just in the distance you know!"
"She doesn't know it's you. Besides, doesn't mean anything to me if it doesn't' mean anything to you." Sanaz shrugged.
"Ah just great! I cheated on my girlfriend!" Heracles threw his hands in the air.
"Well, if you see it that way."
"Urgh, come on let's get going."
"Do you still want me to tell you about my meeting with Sakura tomorrow?"
"Yeah yeah, whatever."
"Someone's touchy."
"It didn't mean anything! Just get that clear!"
"Was clear already just now!"
"URGH!" Heracles screamed again.
Sanaz walked behind Heracles as they headed for his car. She touched her lips and felt her face flush. Truth be told, she had felt excitement and adrenaline rush when she kissed him.
Did it mean nothing?
Now she wasn't quite so sure on that one.
The girl: Venecia Vargas
Venecia loved helping people. She always felt oblige to lend a hand to people, not even caring how difficult the task was. Her favourite though, was helping people get ready for a date.
Madeline had finally scored a date with Gilbert and Venecia had been ecstatic when Romina had volunteered their services. She could see Madeline in so many different styles in her head and she couldn't wait to test them out.
Today was test 1 and Romina and her had invited Madeline and Abigail to their house. Romina took charge of the clothes while she took charge of hair and make up. Abigail was there to critique. After all, to reach perfection, they needed a sharp and no-nonsense critique.
At the moment, Madeline was sitting in the middle of her room dressed in baggy sweatpants with her hair in a complete mess. The Vargas sisters were pacing around her, trying to come up with a look.
You see, the Vargas girls had a special method. Everyone they dolled up had to be in their worse state while they thought of a look. It gave them endless varieties and options to toy with. Also, it would look like a miracle when they compared it to the 'After' photo.
"Red dress?" Romina offered.
"With a chiffon bun!" Venecia squealed.
"A bit clichéd don't you think." Abigail commented.
"Floral print?"
"Curled hair."
"Clichéd."
"Lace?"
"Curls."
"Suits her personality. Not bad."
"Okay then. Colour."
"Light pink."
"Yes." They agreed in unison.
"Okay, we're settled then."
"Erm… don't I get a say in this?" Madeline asked.
"No."
The guy: Antonio Carriedo Fernandez
"I thought you were so confident about taking her out?"
"No! Reality has sunk in and I'm freaking out!" Gilbert was walking non stop around the room, "I haven't gone out on a date for a long time!"
"Get a grip on yourself Gil!" Antonio cried, grabbing Gilbert by the shoulders and giving him a good shake.
"No no no! I'm going to fail miserably! I still practice and tips! Toni! Francis! Give me tips!" Gilbert shook his head.
"God… you're sweating now Gil."
"NOOOO!"
"Wasn't Lucerne counted as a date?" Francis offered.
"No! It was planned! It's not the same! I'm alone this time!"
Then, a switch in Antonio's mind flicked on.
"Gilbert Beilschmidt! You better stop whining this instant!" Antonio exploded, "Stop being such a wuss!"
The two other guys just stared at Antonio as if he had grown an extra arm. He had never exploded so suddenly, let alone at them.
"Tonio, calm down."
"No! Don't you dare!"
"What?"
"Why are you being such a sissy Gil? Can't you see? The one she wants is you. No matter how awkward you are, or how weird you get, she'll still accept you. If a person loves you, they love you for what you truly are. No gimmick or tips would help you. You and all of us know, to her, you're more than she could ask for."
The trio sat in silence.
"Wow… words of wisdom." Francis agreed, "Better listen to him Gil."
The two looked at Gilbert who had an unreadable expression on his face.
"Have I said too much Gil?"
"No. You said enough." A smile crept on his face.
"Bruder! Is everything alright? I heard screaming! Then silence! I'm not cleaning up the mess this time!" Ludwig crashed into the room.
"Ever heard about knocking Luddy? It's quite common nowadays."
Ludwig ignored Gilbert's comment, surveying the room. Everything'sinplace. And with that, he left.
"No even a word of apology?"
"Man of few words."
"Man of no words is more like it."
"Well Gil, what are you going to do now?" Antonio asked.
"I'm going to take Maddie out on a kickass date that'll blow her mind!"
"I was thinking something more romantic but that works." Francis shrugged.
"Go away Frenchie! I'm taking out Deutsch style!"
The girl: Erika Skarsgard
"The Viking Lounge! Where you taste Scandinavian food made from the heart!" Matthias's desperate scream for customers could be heard by Erika who was wiping the counter.
"Enough of that Matthias! We're not even ready for business!" Erika scorned.
"No you don't understand! A long line of customers outside waiting for us to open will make people think we're popular!"
Erika rolled her eyes, "Idiot. I still can't believe we actually opened a restaurant!"
That moment, Tina strolled in from the kitchen.
"Hej! So are we ready for business? I've got the kitchen set for a busy night!"
"Why are you guys so ambitious?"
"What do you mean Erika? Who doesn't love a good Scandinavian meal at a one of a kind Scandinavian restaurant?"
"More like dubious."
"Don't be such a party pooper Erika, lighten up a bit! This is the result of a team effort!" Tina declared proudly while admiring the restaurant, "Oh by the way, where is Ida?"
Erika shrugged, "Who knows."
"Oh there she is!" Tina spotted a familiar figure rushing from the distance, and as if on purpose trying to avoid the crazy Dane outside.
Matthias had wrung his arm around Ida, preventing her from escaping.
"Hehe you're late Ida! Where you been? With that elusive dark haired boy again?"
"Lemme go Matthias! You idiot!"
"Never! Unless you help me advertise!"
Ida tried to struggle for a while before giving in. She heaved a sigh and Matthias let go of her.
Matthias was about to give her instructions before Ida swiftly dashed into the restaurant the moment she was free.
Erika chuckled at the infuriated Dane outside, "That's my sister."
Ida panted, "Sorry I'm late. Lecture ended late."
"Lecture?" Tina cocked her head to the side in confusion, "School ends at 3pm all the time. How can it even drag to 5pm?"
Ida flushed, "Erm… I had a photography club meeting?"
"You're asking us?" Tina smiled, amused.
"And you're not in photograph club. Leon is."
Ida blushed even more furiously, "I…"
"T'n!" Berwald called, peering out of the kitchen, "Is 't a pl't' of s'lm'kk' at ev'ry t'bl'?"
"Oh I better go help!" Tina rushed off to the kitchen.
"Saved by the Swede." Erika commented deadpan.
"Stop it." Ida glared.
Erika just shrugged and went back to wiping stuff.
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Soon, it was 6pm and doors were open. Surprisingly, there were a few customers who were anxious to try Scandinavian food.
"Hey! Waitress" a man waved to her.
"Yes. What's wrong?"
"Er…" the man pointed to the plate of Salmiakki in the middle of the table, "My licorice tastes a bit weird."
"Sir, this is a Scandinavian type of licorice. It's supposed to be different."
"Oh. Thanks anyways."
"No problem."
"Excuse me!" a woman waved.
Ida approached her, "May I help you miss?"
"What is this Cloudberry thing?"
"Well, basically it's a berry quite special to us. We can serve Cloudberry tea, liquor, chocolates and even chilled and coated cloudberries."
"Well, I guess we'll try the liquor."
"Coming right up."
In her arm was still a tray of fresh Klienas that needed to be served, so she tried to get the attention from her sister across the room.
"Erika!" she mouthed.
From the corner of her eye, Erika caught her sister's call.
"Yes?" she mouthed back.
"Come here!"
Erika approached her sister, whispering, "Yes?"
"The lady wants cloudberry liquor and my hands are tight."
"Okay."
Erika rushed to the counter where Matthias was stationed. He was in charge of drinks and money.
Upon seeing his darling Norwegian approach, he gleamed.
"What can I do for this lovely Norwegian?"
"One glass of cloudberry liquor. Hurry."
Matthias huffed, "So not cute!"
Erika just rolled her eyes again.
"Here you go! Anything for me?" Matthias placed the glass on the counter.
"You think?" Erika sneered defiantly.
"Yes." Matthias leaned over the counter and a little closer to Erika.
Swiftly, he closed the distance between them with a chaste kiss.
"Snagged one!" he winked triumphantly.
Erika whacked him on the head, "Cheeky bastard."
Erika grabbed the glass and rushed off to the lady.
"Here you go!"
She was about to return to the kitchen when she heard the door open.
In came Sakura whom she recognized from school with some tan girl.
"Welcome to The Viking Lounge!" Matthias greeted from the counter.
"Table for two?" the tan girl held up a peace sign.
"Right this way." Erika guided them to a cozy table near the counter and handed them the menus.
The girl: Ida Skarsgard
"Excuse me miss! I would just like the say that these Swedish meatballs are exquisite! Would you call the chef out to give him my thanks?"
"Sure."
Ida rushed to the kitchen, swinging open the doors.
"Hey Berwald, you're want-OH MY GOD WHAT ARE YOU GUYS DOING?"
The couple before her eyes who had been engaging in a steamy make out session immediately broke apart, blushing from ear to ear.
"Erm.."
"What what what?" Matthias rushed to her side, glancing at the two for a moment before realizing the issue, "Oooh someone's getting horny eh Sve?"
"F'ck 'ff M'tth'as."
"Oooh someone's not getting some tonight is it?"
Berwald stormed over and grabbed Matthias by the collar, "Sh't th' f'ck 'p."
"Hey hey! Let me go!"
"What the hell is going on?" Erika rushed over, "Fighting again?"
"Somebody can't keep his little guy at bay! That's all!" Matthias nonchalantly commented.
"Th' f'ck!" Berwald slammed him against the wall.
"What happened?" Erika turned to Ida.
"Well, a customer wants to thank Berwald so I came to look for him and walked into their hanky-panky session."
Erika sighed, "Tina, Ida and Matthias get back to work. Berwald go meet the lady."
The group broke apart and things went back to normal.
While she was going about her own business, Ida happened to overhear Sakura's and Sanaz's conversation.
"-you have a boyfriend Sakura!"
"But Al-kun's cute!"
"Still! You have a pretty hot boyfriend!"
"I still have a fiancé waiting for me you know."
"Seriously! Why are guys all falling at your feet?"
"No no! Leon's just a friend. I have in interest in him!"
Ida twitched at the sound of Leon's name. So this was the girl his parents arranged him to marry!
"So how now Sakura?"
"I don't know…"
"You can choose. Goofball American, sexy European or rich Asian. It's as if you're conquering all the continents or something! Now all you need is an Arabian oil tycoon, an African prince and a hot Latino!"
"You're fantasy San-chan. Not mine."
"Yeah, I would be great. Mind if I take your leftovers then?"
"Whatever."
"Miss!" a man waved from across the room.
Ida sighed. She wanted to listen more but duty calls.
Eventually, the two girls were the last in the restaurant.
Ida was helping Erika stack the chairs and clean up while she watched the two girls chatter on and on.
She glanced at the clock, reading 11pm.
"Hey can we go home now?" she nudged Erika.
"Not yet. They need to finish first."
"Chase them away then."
"No!"
"Hey babe, it's getting late." Matthias stifled a yawn.
"Wait."
"Er'k'. We'll be heading back first then. T'n's asl'ep." Berwald emerged from the kitchen with Tina in his arms.
"Yeah okay."
This left the trio watching from the counter, waiting for the two girls to leave.
After 15 minutes, Ida could not take it anymore.
"That's it! I don't care if they chatter until the cows come home but I'm not waiting!"
She walked towards their table and asked in the sweetest voice she could muster.
"Excuse me but don't you guys have school tomorrow? Also, we've close as of 15 minutes ago."
"Oh! Sorry!" Sakura quickly packed up her stuff and slapped a 50 euro on the table, "Keep the change."
Ida raised an eyebrow. Hey big spender!
Soon, the two were cleared of the premises.
"I guess I'll be going now." Ida grabbed her bag and headed out, "Don't make out for too long!"
She could feel Erika glare at her from behind. She smiled smugly.
Payback dear sister.
The guy: Lars Verhoeven
Upon seeing Madeline, a blush crept across Lars's face. He was one of those people who had taken note of her before the Beilschmidt fiasco (As the school called it). It was love at first sight for him, he was sure. He didn't seem like those sappy romantics but he was a closeted romantic. Had he the chance, he was confident he would be able to whisk Madeline off her feet. The only thing was that Beilscmidt kid. He had always noticed Madeline discreetly staring at Beilschmdt during some instances.
He knew now he had to take a stand, so he mustered up the courage to ask her out.
He took confident strides across the corridor to Madeline. However, inside he was shaking nervously.
"Hey Maddie." He smiled, leaning against the neighboring locker.
"Hi Lars. How are you today?" she smiled, melting his heart at that moment.
"Er.. fine." He took a deep breath, "Hey, are you free this Saturday? I thought we check out the burger joint I was talking about."
"Oh." She looked away, "I'm not free. I have plans. Sorry."
"Plans?"
"A date actually."
That line struck Lars's heart hard.
"With who?" he managed to choke out.
"Gilbert."
"Oh." He looked crestfallen, "Have a great time then."
He walked away, leaving a very confused Madeline.
"Next time okay Lars!" she called out.
"Yeah." He replied half-heartedly.
The guy: Heracles Karpusi
Heracles sat on hotel bed, staring sat the ceiling aimlessly.
In his mind he replayed the kiss over and over again. It wasn't supposed to bother him but damn it did!
If only Sanaz hadn't kissed him so passionately.
It's in our blood to be passionate! He tried to reason with himself. We're from the Mediterranean!
He ran a hand through his hair, letting out a grunt to express his frustration.
He reached for his mobile which was on his side table and clicked on the photos folder.
He just lay there, sieving through his photos. Most of which were him and Sakura, smiling like all was perfect.
Beep!
Sakura's confused. –Sanaz
He typed back a reply.
I'm confused too.-H
Soon, there was a reply.
Same here.-Sanaz
"Here we go again."
The girl: Madeline Williams
"Stop twirling that strand of hair Maddie!" Romina rushed over to slap Madeline's hand, "You'll mess up the curl!"
"But… It's reflex!"
"Reflex my ass! You can control this hair twirling thing!"
Lucky for her, Venecia was quick to her rescue.
"Sorella! Calm down! She's nervous!"
"Calm down? You want to see the hair you arranged to be destroyed even before the date?"
"No. But.."
"But what?"
"Would you guys shut up?" Abigail sneered sharply from the couch, "Sherlock Holmes is on."
"Who give a shit about your show?"
"I do."
"Okay guys, calm down. Take a deep breath." Venecia tried to mediate.
While the two girls calmed down, Venecia turned to Madeline.
"Ve~ you look beautiful! I'm sure he'll be starstrucked!" she squealed, "When will he be here."
"In about 5 I guess."
"Enough time for me to do some touch-ups!" Venecia pulled Madeline aside to the mirror.
"Vene? What if the date's an awkward fest?"
"Just work your way around it. Or do all the talking!" she giggled while applying the final touches to Madeline's make up, "My first date with Luddy was awkward and I was the only one talking."
"I guess…"
"Oh! Don't get drunk ok? Or you might end up in weird situations. In the event, use protection ok?"
"Venecia!" Madeline screehed.
"Kidding!" Venecia giggled.
DING DONG!
"He's here!" Venecia sang.
As they walked to the door, they heard Romina's voice.
"Okay buddy, here's the deal. Don't you try anything sleazy on Maddie. Also, alcohol is prohibited. Do not, I repeat, do not embarrass her in front of everyone and make sure she's back in one piece."
"Okay okay, I got it!" Gilbert chuckled, "Where's Maddie?"
"Here she is!" Venecia announced, appearing with Madeline at her side.
"Hi." Madeline muttered.
"Hey, should we get going?"
"Sure."
The two walked out of the door, towards Gilbert's car.
"Don't you dare try anything funny Beilschmidt! I'm warning ya!" Romina shouted from the house.
Gilbert chuckled.
He opened the door for Madeline, "This way princess."
Madeline giggled and curtsied, "Why thank you kind sir."
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After a short drive, they arrived at their destination.
It seemed different from how it looked in the day. The gothic streetlamps glowed, lighting up the place with warm hue. The shops had a Victorian feel to them; even the pathway was made cobblestone. The aroma of fresh Rösti and cheese fondue filled the air and excited their senses.
They two walked along the streets, blending into the festivity. After all, winter was approaching and people were stocking up on festive goodies. Not to mention, Thanksgiving was just round the corner.
The walked in silence before Gilbert tried to strike a conversation.
"Hey Maddie."
"Yeah?"
"You look… really breathtaking today."
Madeline blushed, "Thanks, you too."
As they walked, they began to warm up to each other. Gilbert started pointing out a few shops that were his favourite. It seemed like he was a frequent wanderer of the area.
"Gilberto!" a man from the roadside café had called them as they approached, "I didn't know you were coming!"
Gilbert chuckled, "Hans, you know I can't resist your Bratwurst!"
"True. Oh and you brought a lady this time! Who this beauty be?" he motioned to Madeline.
"Hans, this is Madeline. Maddie, this is Hans. Owner of the best German restaurant in Zurich!"
"Ah you flatter me too much!" Hans waved, "Shall I sit you guys?"
"Table for two then!"
Hans led them to their table, making sure it was a cozy and (kind of) secluded area.
"I'll leave you two then." He winked.
Once Hans was gone, Gilbert slid the menu to Madeline.
"Ladies' first."
"Thanks, but" she slid the menu back to Gilbert, "I believe I'm in good hands and the German should pick."
"Oh!" Gilbert exclaimed in mock astonishment, "You are one smart cookie!"
"I've been told." She smirked.
"Well, let's just say you're in very capable hands." Gilbert smiled back, motioning for Hans to take their order.
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Soon, their table was ladled with an array of German treats. Gilbert had pointed out that the chef's specialty was Schweinshaxe (Crispy pork knuckles) and Königsberger Klopse (Meatballs drenched in white sauce, accompanied by capers). He had also mentioned that Königsberger Klopses were his absoulute favourite. After all, they originated from his favourite ancient empire, Prussia.
"Dig in!" he motioned to the food.
"Er... you go first." Madeline was a bit overwhelmed by the vast amount of German dishes in front of her. She was a more, maple syrup and pancakes kinda girl.
"Are you serious Maddie? With this delicious food in front of you, you still say that with a straight face! Come on, do I have to feed you?"
"No!"
"Well then, if feeding won't do. I'll help you. Sort of."
Gilbert then stretched over and grabbed Madeline's plate. He pulled the different dishes and cut of a sizeable amount from each, placing them on her plate. When he was done, he handed the plate back to her.
"Eat up!"
"Thanks…" she blushed.
Madeline took a bite of the Schweinshaxe, savouring the combination of the smokeyness and the cruchiness of the dish. Weird combination but the two complemented each other in perfect balance.
"You like it don't you?" Gilbert interrupted her
"What!"
"You're enjoying it! You have this dreamy smile on your face."
"Oh!" she blushed and covered her face with her hand, "Don't look!"
If she could describe Gilbert at that moment, it would have to be bold. He had reached over and pushed her hand aside, starring right into her eyes, "Don't. You're cute when you smile."
The two stared into each other eyes for hat seemed like forever, smiling goofily.
That was until Hans had interrupted them.
"Baumkuchen is here! Compliments of the chef! Oh! Sorry!" he quickly sat the cake on the table and rushed off.
The two broke apart from their trance.
"Arschloch." Madeline had heard Gilbert mutter.
"Dig in!" she pushed the cake towards him, "Germans first."
He had looked up and smiled, "Glad you know that Germans get dibs on dessert!"
The girl: Belle Verhoeven
Belle had just returned from cheerleading practice. She roughly remembered her brother telling her his plans for Saturday so she guessed she had the house to herself. She was ecstatic! After all, after rigorous training, home alone relaxing on the couch watching one chick flick after another seemed ideal.
She trudged up the stairs to her room to get her toiletries before heading to the bathroom for a hot soak. She passed her brother's room en route and heard the vague noise of the game Halo.
Curious, she pushed open the door. Only to realize her brother was the one playing video games.
"broer? You're still at home! Weren't you going out with that Canadian?"
"Not anymore."
"Huh?" she walked into the room and plopped herself aside her brother, "What happened?"
"Don't want to talk about it."
"Tell me!" she nudged him, "Wait. She rejected you?"
"Stop it zus."
"Oh. She totally did! For who? Does she even like anybody? For all you know, she could like girls! She and that Abigail seem pretty tight!"
"No."
"Then she likes someone?"
Lars grunted in response.
"Who?"
Belle had noticed Lars's hands grip tighter onto the controllers. This was usually a sign that he was genuinely upset.
"Come on. You can tell me anything."
"Beilschmidt." She had heard him spat out in fury.
"Oh." She put her arm around Lars, "I'm sorry."
Oh. It was Gilbert Beilschmidt. He was head honcho of that obnoxious band called the 'Bad Touch Trio'. The one that had females of all ages fall at their feet. She couldn't deny that she hadn't once been under their spell. Especially the one cast by the sexy Spaniard.
The Carriedo family had been a family friend since forever. She, Lars and Antonio had been playmates when they were younger. At a young age of 5, Belle had developed a crush on the Spaniard, vowing to become his lovely wife one day.
When she finally plucked up the courage to confess to him, she had been shot down almost immediately. He had told her that he was in love with an Italian called Romina Vargas. For nights, she had curled up in her bed sobbing her eyes out and wondering why she wasn't good enough for him.
Deep in her heart she had harbored a hatred for him and one Romina Vargas. Up till now, she never understood why anyone would fall for such a short-tempered girl. She felt that Romina's outbursts and tantrums had no lady-likeness in them. She felt these traits of hers were undesirable and a little uncouth. Sure she was a beauty but her mouth was a sewer! Also, Antonio was her first love and as they say, first loves are forever. She would never forgive the man who broke her heart for the first time.
After all this time, she had overlooked the obnoxious BTT's antics and all but this time was it.
The head honcho had caused her brother heartbreak.
And nobody messes with the Belle Verhoeven and gets away with it.
She whipped out her phone, calling her ally on speed dial.
"Hello, Liza? Our opportunity has arrived. Call Natalia and let her know. We start Monday."
Hanging up, she smirked.
Watch out BTT. You just made a powerful enemy.
The guy: Gilbert Beilschmidt
After the dinner, he had suggested they take a walk to the park nearby. He knew the park looked picturesque at night, especially with the festive décor hanging on the branches of trees.
He knew that the night so far had been amazing. He felt a great vibe coming from Madeline and he was feeling like the king of the world.
"Oh look! An accordionist!" Madeline had pointed to a street performer who was up ahead of them.
Suddenly, Gilbert had an idea. She took Madeline's hand and ran up to the man.
"Hello sir. Can we request a song?"
"Yes yes!" the man gleamed, "What will it be?"
"Suggestions Maddie?"
"Erm… Bella Notte?"
"Fantastic choice!" the accordionist complimented and started to play.
Gilbert admired Madeline watching the man in awe.
He stuck out his hand, "May I have this dance?"
Madeline had looked at him with jubilation, "Yes, yes you may."
The two then slow danced to the song, enjoying each other's company. Both of them glowered with delight and didn't want the moment to end.
Once the song ended, Gilbert fished out a 10 euro bill and handed it to the street performer, thanking him.
The two walked around for a little bit more, not wanting the night to end.
Time passed by fleetingly, and soon it was 11pm. Being a gentleman, Gilbert knew it wasn't nice to keep a girl out too late. He drove Madeline back home and walked her to her doorstep.
"So…" Gilbert mumbled, staring at Madeline straight in the eyes. The two of them were standing by the door, staring into each others' eyes.
"Today was… great."
"Yeah."
"So…"
"Thanks for tonight."
"No problem. Anytime."
The two stood in silence. Gilbert noticed Madeline fidget uncomfortably.
"So… I should go." Madeline motioned to the door.
"Yeah. It's late. Any later, Romina might slit my throat."
"Yup."
"So…"
"Thanks again."
"Yeah."
"Night."
Madeline turned to open the door.
Gil! What are you doing! Seize the moment! Come on! Seal the deal!
"Madeline!"
Madeline turned stopped and turned around. Gilbert had never called her Madeine.
"Yeah?"
"Wait."
Gilbert stepped forward, "Maddie, I"
At that crucial moment, it was as if the universe had turned against them. This is because the door had swung open.
"Maddie! You're home! Tell me everythi- Oh. Sorry!" Venecia closed the door.
Gilbert wanted to yell "Screw you!" at the universe at that moment. If a perfect moment could be ruined, the universe was the expert.
"So…"
Oh great! Back to the awkward post date thing! Okay! Gilbert Beilschmidt! You ca do this!
"You should go. I'll text you."
"Night Gil. Thanks again."
"Night." He leaned down and kissed Madeline on the cheek, "Tonight was magical."
Madeline had mumbled night again and rushed into the house, closing the door behind her.
Now what?
He walked back to the car and drove off.
Along the way, he heard his phone beep.
You're right. Tonight was amazing. Thanks so much! –Maddie
Gilbert broke into a smug grin.
That'll teach the universe to screw with Gilbert Beilschmidt!
The girl: Elizavta Hedevary
"This is a capital idea!" she gestured to Belle's plan.
"I know!"
"Hehehehe… my curses will be of no need then." Natalia cackled from the side.
Elizaveta had held a grudge towards Gilbert since forever. Not only was he the first guy to break her heart, he also had mocked her boyfriend, Roderich since they had known each other. The heartbreak, she knew she would get over but the constant mocking and jeering at Roderich made her blood boil. She had endured it and his recent prank was the last straw that broke the camel's back. Gilbert had snuck into the music room and toyed with the grand piano. Obviously he had done something to the strings inside so during the recital later that day, Roderich's performance was a complete flop! Not only was Roderich horrified, his confidence was greatly shaken. Elizaveta felt the need to do something and finally, a chance had come up.
"Okay. So we want to get back at the guys via the girls. Natalia, you want to get back at Francis right? Why?"
"Well, before he was a kept man, he was this crazy womanizer and all. He tricked Katyusha! She fell for him and later, he dumped her! She was devastated and took forever to recover. I'm doing this for her!"
"Okay then, so you target Abigail Kirkland."
"Wait." Elizaveta interjected.
"What?"
"Abigail has all that black magic hooha up her sleeve. Also, she's student council president. We might risk expulsion if we try."
"Okay so she's off. The other two are her friends so it would in turn affect them."
"Doesn't that Vargas kid have connections with the mafia?"
"Yeah she does. Her grandfather is a huge donor to the school too."
"Trouble will come with that one."
"So all that's left is that Madeline Williams."
"Yeah."
"She's meek."
"And weak."
"It's settled then!" Belle declared proudly, "Operation tyranny is on!"
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The girl: Madeline Williams
After that date, Madeline was in sheer bliss. She hadn't spent a moment upset since the date.
After she had gushed to her friends about the date, they had huddled up and watched movies until 5 am. Venecia and Romina had then treated them all to a day of relaxation and primping.
Now was Monday and she still was in obvious delight.
She walked to her locker, humming Bella Notte under her breath. She fiddled with the lock for a moment, unlatching it from the door. Upon opening the locker, a slip of paper caught her eye.
Could it be a note from Gilbert? She giggled at the prospect.
However, upon unfolding the note, she was greatly horrified by the contents.
YOU LITTLE BITCH! YOU BETTER STAY AWAY FROM GILBERT OR ELSE! ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR FUCKING MIND? WHY WOULD A GUY LIKE HIM EVEN FALL FOR A TWERP LIKE YOU? STOP LIVING IN A FANTASY! WAKE UP YOU SKANK!
A/N: LA CLIFFHANGER! Haha so this is weird. I apologize if it's too long or draggy or too dramatic or plain stupid! I promised myself to upload by after Thanksgiving (a little treat for you guys!) and so here. I hope this is okay. Writing skills are rusty.
OH TO THE GLEEKS! What is your favourite pairing? I'm a huge klaine shipper! And how do you guys feel about the latest episode? Are you on Santana's side, Finn's side or neutral?
And for the poll, it looks like Ameripan and Girikey are in the lead. I'm actually thinking about writing an alternate ending so yeah.
Also, I've been receiving a bit of critique about the French so I'm going to stop using Google Translate. If any French crops up, it's from my little knowledge. I'm actually trying to learn French now so please be patient with me. Sorry.
And Liz! Can you check whether the Dutch here is correct?
Replies! (Not much his time….)
UnDetectedWriter: Ah thank you! You're too kind! *Accept the cookie and nibbles*
Crazy4animeCouples:Okay! Taken note of! (: Thanks for reviewing!
Ishallbiteyou:Hee being sadistic isn't a bad thing! :D If GerIta was a real live couple, I'm sure they'll be the power couple! I think they were the first couple I ever shipped for Hetalia!
Ah skanky Quinn is hot! Haha Dianna Agron deserves all the awards! Darren is awesome! I scream for no reason when he's on screen! He killed that solo! Glee is amazing. (:
Thanks for reviewing!
IchibanSweetie:Hmm for the fandom, it was basically because during the April Fool's thing Gil took over Hima's blog and had a post that he loved pancakes. Something about Mattie too. So viola! A ship was born! Haha But historically, I'm curious too! And history is my favourite subject! :D I took world history!
Okay, I'll take note! I hope this was better. Usually when I write, there's some parts I have trouble linking and all. Then I get frustrated and type the first thing in my mind. I do need help with the linking though! Tips? (:
Thanks for reviewing!
Nerdyrainbows:Thank you thank you thank you! (: Nah no pressure! I'll find a place to slip him in. Like there was a request of Nordics earlier and I put them in this chapter.
EizaOfTheLowLands:Thank you! I hope you achieve your dream! It sounds amazing! I'm sure you will though! (:
-MoonxStar-:I hope you don't mind this bullying thing I tried to put in. Hockey!Maddie sounds enticing! I'll probably write it! (: And there's another request of Ivan so I'm sure I'll fit him in! (: Thanks for reviewing!
Animalfangirl:HK has been added! fem!China probably will be added too! She made a cameo in one of the earlier chapters but I'm sure I'll slip her in somewhere again! (: I hope you like the Nordics installment in this chapter! I hope they weren't too OOC. I have a really hard time writing Norway!
And Scandinavia is cool I dream of visiting Scandinavia one day.
Freakyvampirecatgirl:haha sometimes I forget it started out as a love triangle! Wait. Does this type of thing happen in real life? Because if it does, I sure don't want to be caught in it! xD Okay. I've taken note! Thanks for reviewing!
Thanks also for the favorites and alerts!
One more thing. Does anyone know where LiungArkeanda has gone to? I missed her lovely long review this time!
[WARNING: Here contains my obnoxious ramblings. Feel free to ignore. Thanks for reading until here though!]
Or maybe she gave up my story.
I FEEL LIKE I'M LOSING YOU GUYS!
It's my fault though. I update sporadically.
But I've been doing some thinking recently and I'm wondering what gift I have. Like I'm not smart, pretty or talented. I really want to know what talent/gift I have because once I know it, I want to bless the world with it! But ah, maybe I just don't have any.
Also, it's 1:30AM now in S'pore.
Oh. 45 pages! I'm on a roll! ;D