Author/Artist: chromatic_coma @ animusia
Character(s)/Pairing(s): (in this chapter) Prussia, Hungary, Austria, Canada, America, England, France; implied Prussia/Canada, France/England, Austria/Hungary, past Austria/Spain and America/England
Genre: Friendship, Romance, Slice-of-Life, Angst
Warning(s): Kissing, Implied threesomes, Talk of (technically underage) Sex, Swearing, It's really long, Lack of Plot, Human names, etc.
Summary: Graduation really sneaks up on you; one minute you think that everything is right with the world and that nothing can ruin this for you, and the next you look at the calendar and find out you only have one more week with your closest friends. But sometimes graduation isn't the end, and sometimes it's not a new beginning either. Sometimes graduation just is what it is, and you have to figure the rest out for yourselves. Gauken Hetalia!AU fic
x-posted @ hetalia, inthreesome
Part I Chapter I - Part I Chapter II - Part I Chapter IV - Part I Chapter V - Part I Chapter VI - Part I Final - Part II Chapter I - Part II Chapter II - Part II Chapter III - Part II Chapter IV - Part II Chapter V - Part II Chapter VI - Part II Final
Scarred Heart in Hand, Part III
“You guys finally made it!” their hostess greeted as they came up the block, leading them through the gate to her backyard, where the party was just beginning, all the guests mingling.
Standing near the refreshments table were Berwald and Tino, the former apparently trying to feed the latter a tortilla chip, who accepted it with a shy, embarrassed flush. Not too far away Gupta was pouring out three drinks, trying to ignore Sadiq and Heracles fighting from either side of his head, and then there was Lovino, standing near the table glaring daggers at Ludwig.
Ludwig was being drug over to the pool by Feliciano, while the brunet was simultaneously attempting to take off both of their shirts (Ludwig seemed embarrassed at being stripped, which Gilbert found strange; after all, his brother was ripped). Already in the pool was Alfred Jones, shirtless and without his glasses, chatting with his brother, Matthew, who was sitting along the pool’s edge with his feet in the water, and Arthur, who was yelling at him not to splash so much. Chelles was also there, laying atop the water and soaking up sunlight. Nearby, Kiku was fiddling with his camera, snapping shots of everyone and everything he could.
Sitting under the shade of the porch awning were Vash, Margot, and Heidi, the former helping the younger braid up her hair so she could go into the water later on. Ivan was also there, sipping on a drink and looking as evil as ever, Gilbert mused, and sitting at the edge of the shade, eyes closed and glasses in his lap, was Roderich.
The trio separated, Antonio skipping over to harass his little boyfriend, and Francis sauntering over to the pool area to join the bubble of blonds seated by the water’s edge.
That left Gilbert alone. He snorted to himself, walking over to the food table and shoving a cheese cracker into his mouth. He stood there for a moment, surveying the area and looking totally awesome and aloof, until Elizaveta came over to him.
“Why are you standing here all by yourself, Gilbert?”
“I’m being cool and aloof. Isn’t it sexy? Aren’t you attracted?” He grinned, and Elizaveta giggled.
“Oh yes,” she agreed jokingly, running a hand over his flexed bicep (was he flexing? Oh, he hadn’t noticed) and smiling. “You’re so hot today, Gilbert.”
“Damn straight I am.”
“Perhaps you should come under the shade for a bit?” She suggested, a dangerous glint in her eyes. “After all, you’re so pale it won’t take any time for the Sun to cook you like a Thanksgiving turkey.”
Gilbert found he could not refuse. He stalked over to the shaded area, huffing angrily under his breath.
Especially after he discovered that the only unoccupied seat under the shade was beside a certain Austrian he may or may not have hated (answer: he did).
“Roderich,” he snapped, and the brunet opened his eyes, unguarded amethyst orbs looking at him for only a moment, before his eyebrows furrowed in distain.
“Gilbert,” the other retorted, pulling his glasses up over his face. “What are you doing here?”
“I was invited, idiot. You’re not the only one Liz likes.”
“I meant here in the quiet area, instead of out there with your loud, obnoxious friends.”
“Elizaveta was worried that I would burn in the Sun, so she asked me to come sit out the worst of the heat. Jealous?”
“Liz’s obvious concern for me. Don’t try to hide it, priss, I know you’re not happy.”
“Well, I can’t say I approve of her taste in friends,” Roderich agreed, “but I’m not horrible enough to tell her who she can or cannot spend time with.”
There was the barest hint of a smirk on his face, and Gilbert growled, “What’re you implying?”
“Nothing, of course. Why, what do you think I’m implying?”
“Well, I don’t speak priss, but it sounds like you’re fucking calling me a bad friend for saving Toni from your worthless ass.”
“Wow, Gilbert, I was not expecting you to be able to reason so well. Perhaps you did deserve to graduate, then.”
“Why you little fucke-“
“Gilbert!” Elizaveta interrupted, slamming a bottle of sunscreen down on the table before them. Her green eyes were furrowed in annoyance as she glared. “I won’t have any of my guests talking to each other that way! And the same goes for you, Roderich.”
Both boys sent each other glares, but a well aimed, sharp stare from Elizaveta forced them to cease.
“Sorry,” the murmured in unison, and Elizaveta smiled. She was, Gilbert finally noticed, dressed very appropriately in a bikini top and a small fabric wrap around her waist, showing skin everywhere. He smirked.
“Can you help me get this stuff on?” he asked, gesturing to the sunscreen. “You know how useless I am at getting stuff like this on.”
Roderich snorted; Elizaveta threw him a look before looking back at Gilbert with a smile.
“Well, alright. But if you get any ideas, Gilbert, you’ll be reacquainted with a dear, old friend.”
The albino shivered, thinking back to the beginning of high school, when Elizaveta was taking Home Ec. as her elective and hit him in the face with a frying pan when he’d tried to grope her. He was grateful that it wasn’t hot, but that wasn’t enough to keep it from hurting either, and it was a pain he’d never forget.
Still, when Elizaveta squatted down in front of him, giving him a good view of her impressive cleavage, and when she started to smear the cool lotion all over his chest, her fingers brushing over his pecs and down his abdomen, he shivered. Roderich glared, and even Elizaveta gave him a look, but Gilbert flushed and looked away shyly.
“W-What?” he murmured, furrowing his eyebrows and not meeting the gazes. He missed Elizaveta’s smile, and she resumed.
“Nothing,” she said. “I’ve missed you lately. I haven’t seen much of you in a long while, Gil. How’ve you been?”
At the softness of her tone, the albino smiled. “I’ve been awesome, of course!”
Roderich chortled; he was ignored.
“That’s good. Any new romantic endeavors?”
Gilbert sighed, and Elizaveta frowned.
“I guess that’s a no. Poor Bertie…”
“Don’t call me that!”
Elizaveta giggled, and even Roderich cracked a smile.
“Hey, Roderich… there’s something I’ve been meaning to ask ya,” Gilbert said suddenly, once their giggles died down.
“Did you… Did you actually like Antonio? Back when you asked him out and stuff…?”
Roderich’s brows furrowed in the way the other two knew meant he was trying to hide how ruffled he was.
“Of course I did,” he answered simply, “or else I would not have dated him. Contrary to the many things you believe about me, Gilbert, I am capable of care, and I do not like to lead people on.”
“Prove it,” Gilbert said decisively, smiling at Liz when she stood up and sat down in a seat that’d just emptied (Heidi had left for the pool). When he turned back to Roderich, he was all seriousness once again. “Prove to me that you cared about him.”
Roderich sighed harshly, looking to the floor. “You like to pick at old wounds, don’t you, Gilbert? Very well…
“When I was younger, as you’ll remember, I did not have many friends. And at first I wasn’t bothered much; I had a few creative hobbies that occupied my time, and kept me busy enough not to miss the company of others too badly. But then, as we got older, I could not help but notice how… happy you and your friends were. You were not very good at much of anything, but because you possessed such a strong friendship, it did not matter to you… I envied that.
“Antonio was the first person to show me true kindness of the sake of being kind. It was around Christmas time, and our class was holding a secret gift-giving exchange. Antonio had pulled my name, and while I had been expecting to receive a cheap toy or some candy, I opened my box and found inside a set of ornaments, all made to look like classical instruments. That was when I first started to think of him in that way, and…”
Roderich paused, something shimmering in his eyes as he reminisced, before he blinked and was all seriousness again,
“I still have the full set, still as good as new.”
Elizaveta reacted first, smiling and patting the back of her boyfriend’s hand tenderly; he turned to her with a smile and allowed himself to be kissed by her quickly.
Gilbert reacted next, “Fuck it. I try so hard to hate you, but then you go and say something like that…” He broke off in a sigh and looked up at the couple with hardened crimson eyes.
“You know,” Elizaveta started to break the silence, “it surprises me that we have never done it together. You both obviously care about each other as much as I care for either of you.”
Perhaps it was the heavy mood in their small circle, starkly juxtaposed by the party going on around them to make it even more somber, or maybe the graduation ceremony and all it meant was still far too fresh on their minds, but neither Gilbert and Roderich protested as they would have.
“No,” Gilbert said finally. “As much as you may be right, Liz, I don’t think it would ever have been possible for me to have sex with that piano playing priss.”
It was not an insult, or a jibe, or anything more than just a noting of the facts. Roderich nodded, adding,
“Nor could I ever have with the loudmouthed, obnoxious albino.”
Gilbert stood, stretching out his back and offering the couple his wide, lazy grin.
“You’re going to Julliard, priss? Good luck there. Go kick all their asses, make all the years I vandalized your pianos and shit worth it.”
Without waiting for anything more than Roderich’s smug smirk to return, the albino walked off, dropping his shirt off beside Matthew and diving into the nice, cool water.
Roderich sighed, shaking his head; the smile, Elizaveta noticed, was still there.
“Remind me again why we still bother with him?”
Elizaveta giggled, nestling against her boyfriend’s arm, her gaze still focused on the loud albino, who was currently trying to coax shy Matthew Williams into the pool with him.
“I don’t know, Roderich, you tell me.”
The Austrian boy frowned, looking at his girlfriend from over his glasses.
“Have you and Gilbert ever had sex?” Elizaveta asked innocently. Roderich make a wheezing sound that was something akin to what she imagined an animal would make if it was run over by a car.
“Do you have to be so vulgar? It’s unbecoming…”
“Your face is red!”
“It is not!”
“Come on, Roderich, tell me,” she cooed. “Who was on top?”
Roderich spluttered, and when he didn’t say anything, Elizaveta’s grin practically became feral.
He cleared his throat, suddenly, “I was, of course.”
It was her turn to be shocked, but the glimmer in her eyes only intensified.
“Don’t doubt me, Elizaveta.”
She giggled, “I think I’m going to need a demonstration, love. Care to spend the night, one last time?”
She was trailing her fingers up his chest, and flicked his nose to punctuate her offer. Roderich flushed, color staining his high cheek bones, but he did not protest.
Elizaveta leaned in, brushing her nose against her boyfriend’s tenderly, leaning closer still and pressing her li-
There was a loud splash coming from the pool, paired with a high pitched yelp and an even louder laugh.
“Gilbert!” Three voices were heard shouting simultaneously; Elizaveta fumed. She rose angrily from her seat, stomping over to the pool and reaching into the water for the laughing albino, tugging him out by his short silver hair. Past him she could see Matthew, secure in his brother’s arms, coughing as Alfred thumped him lightly on the back, his clothes thoroughly soaked.
“Ow ow owow Liz let go!!”
“No, you idiot,” she snapped. “This is a new low for you; you could have killed Matt!”
Gilbert scowled, “I didn’t mean to hurt him! I just wanted him to have some fun, instead of sitting around and watching everyone else…”
“And you thought pushing him into the pool was a good idea?!” Arthur argued, and Gilbert frowned.
“I didn’t mean to hurt him…”
Matthew, whose coughs had all but faded, was next to speak, “It’s okay, everyone. I’m fine. But I think my glasses fell off in the pool, and I can’t really see…”
Elizaveta released Gilbert’s hair, tossing him back into the pool.
“Find his glasses,” she instructed, “and then get out of my pool.”
Gilbert nodded hastily, running his fingers gently through his aching scalp before plunging back into the pool. The was under for a few moments, only the rippling water a giveaway of where he was, before his head broke out from under.
“Here,” he gasped, handing Matthew his sopping wet glasses. “M’sorry.”
The young blond opened his mouth to answer, but without waiting for even a syllable Gilbert hoisted himself out of the pool and snatched his towel, stalking away to sit in the corner miserably.
Matthew’s mouth fell shut, and he frowned, sighing and shaking his head. Elizaveta gently placed her hand on his shoulder.
“Don’t worry about him, hun. He’s punishing himself because he feels bad, but he’ll be out of it soon, okay?” She smiled at him warmly, and, noticing how soaked he was, she added, “Do you need a change of clothes?”
The blond shook his head, but Alfred was quick to steal the attention away, “He’d better be punishing himself, dammit, he drowned my baby brother!”
“Are you sure you’re alright, Mattie? I could go rough him up a bit for ya, make him feel bad.”
“That will not be necessary,” Francis cut in swiftly, taking Matthew’s glasses from him and wiping them on his dry shirt, something Matthew had been trying to do for a while to no avail with his wet clothes. “Gilbert, despite all of his fronts, is plenty capable of feeling guilt.”
Matthew, murmuring thanks as he accepted his glasses back, looked over at Gilbert with a frown; the other looked so pitiable, knees curled up to his chest as he braided together a few blades of grass.
“I think I’m going to go talk to him…”
“No, Mattie, that’s what he wants you to do! To go forgive him so he can go back to hurting you! Don’t do it!” Alfred cut in, grabbing his twin by the arm. Matthew shrugged him off coldly.
“I’m going to talk to him,” he insisted, violent eyes narrowed dangerously. “Don’t try to stop me, Alfred.”
Leaving behind a flabbergasted Alfred, and a very impressed Francis, Arthur, and Elizaveta, Matthew strode across the lawn and went over to the lonely albino.
“Gilbert,” he murmured, “d-don’t feel bad about what happened…”
Gilbert looked up, pouting at the other and dropping his braided grass.
“I almost drowned you, though. Which, you know, is totally not awesome.”
“It’s alright, I’m still here, right? It’s not like you shoved me into a deep freezing ocean all alone in the dead of night and rowed away while cackling.”
Gilbert blinked, and when he caught sight of Matthew’s shy smile he grinned.
“That’s pretty fucked up. Which is a lot, coming from me.”
They shared a short laugh, and Matthew reached his hand out for the other.
“Come on. I know we can’t go to the pool, and trust me, I don’t think I want to, but we could always go get cookies?”
Gilbert grinned, “I like the way you think! So, is there any chance she’s got maple stuff there?”
Matthew frowned, shaking his head somberly. “I checked.”
“Pfft, Matt, you’re so predictable. It’s cute.”
“Yep,” Gil nodded, leading him to the food, “like a little chick or something. Especially when you’re wet and your hair is starting to frizz.”
Matt flushed, patting down his hair as Gilbert started to scarf down a few chocolate chip cookies.
“Roderich…” he muttered angrily, before swallowing the mouthful of chewed food.
“He made these… curse him and his awesome baking skills!” Gilbert swore, before shoving three more cookies into his mouth. Matthew giggled, before taking one for himself.
“Wow, this is good.”
“I know. Dammit.”
Not too far away, Alfred was wading in the water, his arms resting on the edge of the pool. He was staring none too kindly at his brother and the albino upperclassmen, his gaze as fierce as a hawk’s.
Until Francis sat down at the edge of the pool, slipped his feet into the water, and effectively blocked the duo from Alfred’s sight. Alfred scowled.
“No. It is time you let Matthew make his own friends and do things without you watching over him. A day might come when you two will not be together, and you will want to be confident that he can handle himself.”
“That’ll never happen,” Alfred countered. “Mattie and I are gonna be together forever, from womb to tomb.”
Francis smiled ruefully, and he and Arthur shared the briefest of looks.
“You know, Gilbert, Antonio, and I used to say the same thing. But next year we are all going to different universities.”
“Nothing lasts forever,” Arthur murmured in agreement.
Alfred looked from one of them to the other, and asked with a sudden pout.
“So, are you guys dating, or what?”
“Yes.” “No.” They spoke in unison. Francis frowned and leaned into Arthur, resting his body against the other’s arm.
“Yes, we are dating, Arthur. We do not have to hide it anymore.”
“Bullocks,” he snapped, “we aren’t and never were dating.”
“Then what about all the times you guys had sex in the Student Council Room?”
Arthur flushed a bright red color, and Francis was, for once, very grateful for Alfred’s blunt nature.
“That was just…” Arthur sighed gruffly, a hand running through his messy, choppy blond hair. “I’m only eighteen years old, for God’s sake, I’m a horny teenager. Do I need a reason to have sex?”
Alfred frowned, but not nearly as much as Francis, who replied curtly, “No, you do not. But for all those stolen kisses and late night phone calls, I would like to think there was a reason.”
Arthur scowled, his face turning even redder. “Well…”
There was silence when he trailed off, that became more awkward as it progressed until Alfred dissolved it with a small laugh.
“You guys… I guess as unexpected as it was, it works.”
Francis smiled, ruffling the other’s wet hair like one would to an obedient dog; Alfred scowled, but his eyes were still smiling.
“What about you?” Francis asked. “How is your love life, Alfred?”
“Pah, I’m a lone ranger. All heroes fly solo!”
Francis raised an eyebrow. “I take it you’re a virgin, then? Because if that is the case, mon cher, I know of a very handsome young man who could help you out.”
Alfred chuckled, “Nah, haven’t been a virgin for a while.”
“Really?” Francis asked incredulously.
“Yup. Guilty party is right next to ya.”
Francis’ eyes widened, especially as Arthur made a choking sound.
“Is this true, Arthur? You and Alfred…?”
“It was a long time ago,” he said simply, cheeks red.
Francis chuckled softly, and Alfred joined in as well. Soon, a smile broke out on Arthur’s face, unable to keep being embarrassed with that mood surrounding him. Trust Francis to make even talking about sex easy.
“I can’t believe you guys are going to college… where’re ya going again, Francis?”
“The French Culinary Institute. I’m going to study pastry arts.”
The three chuckled at Alfred’s pun, but the laughter was short lived.
“School is gonna suck without you guys,” Alfred decided. “Who am I gonna harass now?”
“Well, you could always go for next year’s Student Council President?”
“Nah, Kiku and I are friends. He loans me his videogames, so I wouldn’t wanna get him angry,” Alfred paused. “Well, at least not til after I finish the Ace Attorney series…”
Kiku, almost as if hearing his name, looked up. Alfred waved happily, and the small Asian boy waved back.
When Alfred plopped his hand back down against the pool’s edge, he turned to the others with a grin.
“Well,” he mused, “it’ll be nice to be able to wreak havoc without bushy brows getting in my way.”
“I feel sorry for Kiku and Toris, then,” Arthur retorted, trying to keep from looking as melancholy as he felt. Francis, who was going through the same, simply sighed and placed his palm gently over Arthur’s hand.
“I think what Alfred means to say is that he is going to miss us very, very much.”
The younger blond snorted, “Oh, sure. If that makes you feel better, let’s go with that.”
Arthur shook his head, but the smile on his face was unmistakable.
“I’m so glad to be getting away from you, too, Alfred. God knows I’ve waited years for this day.”
“Likewise, Artie. But enough about sitting around like old ladies, pruning in the water, let’s go eat something and start having fun.”
Alfred got out of the pool, shaking the water out of his hair and toweling off quickly, his eyes focused the entire time on the refreshments table.
“Are you sure you’re not just suddenly hungry because Gilbert started feeding Matthew?”
Alfred grinned dangerously, “Oh, it has nothing to do with that.”
And, as Alfred stalked off to go “get some lemonade,” Francis found himself praying that none of Elizaveta’s cookware gets destroyed.
to be continued
A/N: Updates will regretfully slow down a bit because it is that time of the year: finals season! My beta and I are both a little busy with schoolwork to get to editing this, but we're doing our best! Thank you to everyone who is reading and commenting; it means so much to me!