Gakuen Hetalia! ~Romance Edition~

Title: Gakuen Hetalia! ~Love Edition~
Author: TheLadyGrey + Frau's Bug
Rating: M
Anime: Hetalia! Axis Powers
Genre: Romance/Humour/Drama/AU
Summary: Its the summer of their youth. Two girls will find themselves. In the heat of their growth two boys will become two men. A tale of romance, humor, tragedy and...sex?! Gakuen Hetalia! Romance Edition.

Chapter II: Conclusions

Francis watched the interaction between his student and his cohort, feeling a bit of a pout twist his insides. He preferred being on the receiving end of that sort of thing rather than witness it. Especially involving Mateline. Not quite sure what to do with the unfamiliar discomfort, he followed Ludwig's eyes to his assailant and the adorable Italian loving all over Igiko's belly like a cute puppy. The shorter teacher met his gaze and frowned. "Don't you have a class starting in a moment, wanker?"

Gilbert felt like he was about to fly up to cloud 9 and reached to grab Mateline's hand, grinning widely when she tangled her fingers back before pulling away to make her way to Igiko and Feliciana, talking with the women.
Feliciana hid a little giggle as Mateline approached looking at Igiko. 'You aren't going to hurt Gilbo~ right?' she asked giggling.

Gilbert meanwhile grinned at his brother and of course bad friend. 'I can't believe...West~ Did you see?! She kissed me! Me!' he said shaking with joy before jumping on his brother, not really caring about the fact that Mateline could hear and see him. 'Francis, I, this is, awesome!' cried out Gilbert tackling his friend afterward.

Francis smiled, laughing good-naturedly and pattting Gilbert on the back. "Oui, mon ami. You're very lucky indeed." He watched her interact with the women, grabbing his bag and slipping it over his shoulder thinking to himself how lovely she would look with Igiko's bump and those blushing cheeks. He shook his head of the thought, starting to leave and only stopping once at the door. "You have French next hour do you not, ladies?"

Feliciana blinked and stood up gasping. 'Ooooh! That's right! Mrs.Kirkland-Jones, please don't stress out so much! Bye bye bambino-bambina~' sand out Feliciana patting the woman's belly and bouncing up to Ludwig and giving him a little peck.

'Will you take me to the dance?' she asked shyly, swinging her arms childishly, peering up at the man.

Mateline kissed Igiko's belly standing up and smiling at the woman. 'After classes, I can come by and help you with anything you need' she said softly, before nervously biting her lip.

'W-What do you think...of Gilbert that is?' she asked shyly, brushing a strand of wavy cherry blond hair away. She always needed Igiko's approval for anything.

Ludwig lightly pushed her from the room to follow Francis, his cheeks stained pink. "If you get higher than a B on your next math test, I'll go with you. Now get to class!"

Igiko stroked her swollen stomach, contemplating the question. "He's cocky and daft as a monkey, dear, but he's not a bad person. Why?"

'Ah! I will, watch Ludovigo~' she said sweetly, kissing his cheek and following Francis with an airy giggle, waving back to the German male with a happy blush.

'Would it be ok if I went....out with him?' asked Mateline with a heavy blush shuffling her feet. 'I mean....just to try? I-I won't do anything stupid! I promise!' stammered out Mateline twiddling her forefingers together.

Ludwig gave a short wave in return, ignoring his brother all the way to his next class.

Igiko sighed, reaching out to take one of Mateline's hands. "Sweet girl, you don't need my permission to date. If you feel uncertain about something, you can always come talk to your brother or me. Do you want to go out with Gilbert?"

'I-I know I don't need it. But I feel better when you approve. It means that I'm doing something good.' answered Mateline softly, before blushing and looking down.

'I-I am curious....you know. Having someone to like that is' she said softly, peeking up at Igiko. 'You're a wonderful big sister and Alfred's too over protective.'

"Then... you like him?" Igiko inquired, slowly heaving her six months pregnant body out of the chair and over to her file cabinet, beginning to put the demonstration items away, as this was her free period. She'd write a pass for her sweet Mattie later. "If you feel strongly about him, don't pass the opportunity up."

'I don't know if I feel strongly. I've never....I mean...Gilbert is so sweet, and he's very good-looking. He never has done anything bad to me. In fact, he was really nice when he didn't even have to associate with me.' Mateline helped Igiko so that the woman wouldn't hurt herself.

'Gilbert.... he's really nice. So I...I want to give him a chance. Maybe he would...maybe we'd be like you and Alfred' answered Mateline blushing heavily and looking down. How could she say that her 'first' crush was out of her league anyway? With a girlfriend AND he's professor. At least Gilbert was more realistic.

Igiko stood on her tiptoes to put a few beakers on a taller shelf. "Never settle, dear. You're beautiful and cute and kind, and you deserve your heart's desire." She faced Mateline sternly, planting her fists on her hips. "Alfred and Gilbert are on similar playing fields in the mush-for-brains category, so if you can't be firm with them, I would suggest a more... mellow gent."

'Professor Bonnefoy' spewed out Mateline, grimacing and thankful her back was to Igiko at that moment. She turned around giggling nervously.

'Hypothetically speaking. What would you say about him? If I were attracted to him?' she asked continuing to help Igiko.

Igiko was quiet for a long moment, staring at Mateline's back. Hypothetical her arse. She shook her head, grieving for Mattie's poor taste. "He's a foul, perverse, crude, indecent, idiotic wino," the woman replied honestly. "That's what I'd say about him."

Mateline bit her lower lip. She knew Igiko knew. She had always been astute about the things Mateline felt and would always read her like a book.

'I...I'm sorry. I know he isn't the kind of guy I should like. I mean, he gropes women, flirts with them, even when he has his girlfriend. I....during my first year though.....he was so nice to me. I...but I have no chances with him, so I have to be realistic and pursue someone I can have a real relationship with'

Igiko touched Mateline's cheek, smiling what she hoped was an empathetic smile. "I know what you mean," she said softly, stroking her sister's smooth face. "I once was in a... similar situation. I grew up a rather lonely child; most children didn't want to be around bookish, frightful me, and my brothers were always picking on me. I felt it was normal to be disliked." She tucked a strand of Mattie's hair behind her ear. "So when a boisterous idiot started pestering me for fun, you can imagine I didn't take it to be kindness." Her smile grew fond, blossoming on her face like a rose. "But he was so persistant. Idiots can be so attentive. Eventually, I fell hard for him, but he was the golden boy, flawless and loved by all, and I was a full-time student working to support Peter and myself, no time for a childish crush on someone so out of my league. But..." She slid a hand over her belly, laughing. "Sometimes the outcome we expect is inferior to what it actually is when all is said and done, if one is strong enough to overcome obstacles for what one desires."

'I-Igiko...' Mateline blushed and tucked herself against the woman. 'Are you....saying that I should try to pursue Francis?' she asked softly, looking at the woman with a confused yet thankful smile. She was always grateful for her. Alfred would just tell Mateline she was too innocent and he'd break which ever guy she tried dating. 'Would you...would I...i-if I do...would you still be kind to me?

Igiko scoffed, turning her nose in the air. "I'm not kind. I still think he's an insufferable git and a wine for brains. You'll get my blessing when he's whipped." She kissed Mateline on the forehead before moving to her desk to write the girl a pass. "Now don't tell your brother I'm condoning a relationship between you and the frog -I'm not- because I don't want to deal with his moping around."

Metaline happily took the pass in her hands, and kissed Igiko on the cheek. 'Thank you. I promise I'll keep this a secret and that I'll whip Francis, if that's possible' she said smiling before looking pensive. 'How...do I attract his attention?' asked Mateline softly, pondering this.

Igiko ripped the pass from her little teacup-shaped notepad and held it out. "You already have his attention, silly. What you must focus on is keeping it." She regarded Mateline warily. "Beating him senseless is a good way of doing so. Heaven knows he hasn't left me alone since we were children."

'B-Beating him?!' Mateline looked a little horrified by the thought and merely smiled at the woman shakily.

'Well, anyways, I'll come by after classes to help' she said smiling and walking out of the room, making sure Igiko was calm and would remain so, before making her way to French class. When she opened the classroom door, she blushed at all the looks she got, trying to find Feliciana and spotting her and she noticed that the girl had graciously saved her a seat. 'Um....Pardonnez-moi. Je suis en retard en classe, mais j'ai un laissez-passer' she said approaching Francis and shakily, shyly holding out her pass with a heavy blush at peering up at the man from thick pale lashes.

Francis returned her look with a pardoning smile and graciously took the note. "Ayez un siège," he said, nodding toward the empty seat beside the Italian and clapped once to call his class' attention. "Nous pouvons finalement commencer."

The Frenchman began a very long description of the conjugated verbs he'd written on the board, hands flourishing with a subtle excitement that he always achieved when teaching fresh young minds about his beautiful home language.

Mateline wrote down all the information that came from Francis, always liking how that rich, velvet voice would change in pitch at the excitement of teaching with pride, about a home language. The Canadian girl made sure to keep a single pad for French, knowing the space would be needed and thoroughly used.

She looked up watching Francis, answering in French and asking in French about what would a certain verb change, or do to a sentence structure, blushing a little.

Francis smiled warmly, answering swiftly, confident that his star pupil would stay on the same page. He then assigned two pages of assignments to a groaning class and threatened smilingly to add another before their adorable little noses hit the grindstone.

Mateline put the eraser end of the pencil to her lips, thinking about the essay and how she should write it. She also was trying to figure out which words to use so that her French didn't sound too formal, but not to lax either. She always tried her best in classes.

Beside her, Feliciana was quickly writing down her essay, having known Francis for a while, as did Rovina. She already knew enough French, she could have easily tested out, but knowing Mateline was in the class made the brunette girl stay.

Francis moseyed around, monitoring his students' progress, smiling at the rate which Feliciana was completing the assignment. He glanced over her shoulder to look closer and chuckled quietly.

"Pâtes, Feli?" he inquired. "Je devrais avoir su."

Feliciana looked up grinning, holding her paper up proudly. 'Francis, you should have. I always write about pasta! You know~' she looked at Mateline and switched her language to Italian, which she knew Mateline knew little to none of and that Francis did.

'Ho visto il modo al cui hai guardava Mateline. Quando baciato Gilbert ella? Sei gelosa? Hai una ragazza! Sei dovrebbe davvero fare la tua mente e non spago, attraente Mateline in questi giochi si gioca!/I saw the way you looked at Mateline. When she kissed Gilbert? Are you jealous? You have a girlfriend! You should really make up your mind and not string, sexy Mateline in these games you play!/' she scolded the man quietly, narrowing her eyes. She loved Francis, but she also liked Mateline.

'Inoltre, non vi pare il suo crudele? Se ti piace ella, dump Seychelles./Also, don't you think it;s cruel? If you like her, dump Seychelles/'

Francis playfully pinched Feliciana's nose and replied shortly, "Ella È mio allievo. Quello non è qualcosa che possa trascurare./She is my pupil. That's not something that we can neglect./"


Feliciana shook her head and pointedly looked at Francis in warning. The man was a smooth talker and knew how to hide his feelings, but Feliciana know him better than that. 'Listen Francis' she said in English waggling her fingers.

'Non essere stupido. Se ti piace, perseguire ella!/Don't be stupid! If you like her, pursue her!/'

"Non se e illegale. Siete un romantico, Feliciana./Not if it's illegal. You are a romantic, Feliciana./" he said, waving his finger right back. Besides, he'd only ever once promised himself to a girl eternally, and it had not ended so well. After that... rather unpleasant experience, fidelity had been a stranger to the Frenchman. He was a player, and as long as people knew that, they would choose to or not to become involved with him of their own discretion. He certainly didn't enjoy breaking hearts.

Feliciana stood up, glaring at Francis, her eyes a little wet and she slammed her paper against his chest. Her anger always got the best of her, especially when it was for love so it was no surprise when she stormed through the room to get out. 'Jeanne wouldn't like that!' she said cruelly, crying out the name of Francis first love.

Mateline looked up, shocked by Feliciana's anger, standing up worriedly as she saw her friend in tears, she was about to call out to her, but the Italian girl slammed the classroom door shut loudly as she ran out sobbing I hate you Francis.

'O-Oh...Feliciana' quickly, Mateline finished her paper, leaving it on her desk and shyly toeing around Francis.

'Forgive me teacher, I'm worried about her' she called out running towards the classroom door to pursue her roommate.

Francis watched them go, his wide eyes slowly going back to normal, sighing and running a hand through his hair, wondering why on earth he didn't just move on from Feliciana's desk in the first place. He glanced around and upon noticing the eyes of the class on him he smiled. "Back to work, chatons!"

Turning a corner, Ludwig was fully immersed in the text he carried, not noticing a very distraught Italian barreling toward him.

Looking up, Feliciana gratefully huggled the German male with pitiful sniffles.

'Oh Ludovigo~ I can't believe how heartless and stupid Francis is!' she cried out. Mateline reached in time, hiding behind the corner of where she was at, watching Feliciana and Ludwig.

Ludwig blinked in surprise, laying his hands uncertainly on her slim shoulders. "What's wrong, Feliciana?" If it pertained to Francis, it probably wasn't anything good... He grimaced.

'I w-was talking to Francis about-about Matea! Y-You know what he tells me!?' cried out Feliciana softly.

She sniffled and hiccuped snuggling into the man and hiding her wet cheeks against his broad chest.

'He said 'she's my student, its illegal! It's not like he hasn't ever dated any other students before! That bastard!' cried out Feliciana in pure anger.

'I hope his dick falls off and he dies!' she said sniffling. Her anger always got the best of her and showed just how similar Rovina and herself were. Twins were always alike, no matter what.

The German coughed a little at that, awkwardly patting her back. "I... see. I'm not sure what to tell you." He pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and lightly dabbed her chubby red face as though she were a small child. "I don't understand why it upsets you."

'Mateline!' she hiccuped and let Ludwig clean her face, wriggling her eyes closed as Ludwig pinched her nose so she could blow it. After that was over, she calmed down and smiled at the other, her eyes puffy and red, with the rings to prove she had indeed been crying. The only adorable thing on her mucky face was her cute pink nose.

'I saw the way Francis was looking at Matea when she was rubbing Mrs.Kirkland-Jones' stomach, and when she kissed Gilbo too!' she snuggled against Ludwig greedily, trying to comfort herself against the German student. Ludwig was always sweet and attentive to her. Mateline was embarrassed to say, that she hadn't noticed at all that Francis had been staring at her, but then she recalled Igiko's words and she blushed even more.

Could it be true....?

Gilbert hobbled along into the scene, grinning and talking with Antonio and pinching Rovina's cheeks, before spotting Ludwig and shaking with joy, running to his brother. 'Weeeeee~eeeest!!' he sang out, jumping on the larger man's back.

Ludwig nearly toppled over at the unexpected contact, pulling Feliciana against himself protectively and staggering to regain his footing. "Bruder," he growled in warning, turning his head to watch his brother. "What are you doing out of class?"

'Yao was being attacked and molested by that Russian student, Braginski? I think that's the name, anyways, we were let out early' he peeked over at Feliciana, seeing her face buried against Ludwig's chest.

'No way! You're already makin' her cry West?!' he said teasingly. Rovina hears this and immediately is checking on her sister, glaring at Ludwig a bit and asking if he had hurt her. Thinking it was time to show herself, Mateline walked out of her corner, noticing Feliciana's eyes widen and how she flushed nervously.

'Oh, did you....you know, hear?' she asked softly and at the Canadaian's nod, Feliciana winced. Mateline smiled and shook her head, looking nervous.

'Is it...that obvious I like Francis?' she asked, covering her mouth afterward. Gilbert looked at her with wide red eyes, before they narrowed and closed in on Antonio in a knowing way, and this made Mateline even more nervous. Rovina looked a little annoyed and crossed her arms, about to open her mouth and say something.

'Rovina, no!' chirped out Feliciana, covering her sisters mouth with a quick motion, whimpering as her sister bit at her hand. Mateline was confused, did they know something she didn't?

'Eh...well..' Gilbert began, snuggling into Ludwig's back.

Antonio moved in closer to the Italian twins, draping his arms over Lovina's shoulders and watching Gilbert, his face serious.

Ludwig warily watched his brother out of his peripheral vision, just as clueless as Mateline as to what he was about to say.

'Francis...well, there's this thing about Francis you should know' answered Gilbert, pulling away from Ludwig. and sighing. 'Antonio and I...Rovina and Feliciana....well, we're all friends right? There was a situation that happened a while ago...long ago...and' Gilbert scratched his white mane, looking to the others.

'Just tell her already Antonio!' answwered Rovina, removing Feliciana's hand from his mouth. Mateline started getting a vague idea about what was happening and wondered what this was leading to.

Antonio tugged his lover closer to himself, smiling almost apologetically at Mateline. "It was a long time ago... years really," he said, his accent soft and sweet. "Francis had a lover -- a real one, not just an amorous endeavor that he indulges in now -- that he was... pathetically in love with." He turned his eyes to Gilbert, sharing a knowing, sad smile. "And to make things short, she broke his heart. She told him she was leaving one day out of the blue and the next, she had moved away, with no word to him after. It was not until one year had passed that Francis' heart was beginning to repair itself when her..." And at this, Antonio felt hot tears prick his eyes, for he was an empathetic soul, attuned to the emotions of those he loved to an unfortunate degree. "Her madre called him. Jeanne had died." He sniffed, nuzzling Lovina's shoulder. "She was terminally ill, but she hadn't wanted Francis to worry..."

Rovina didn't like the sad smile Antonio had on his face, and she leaned to kiss him awkwardly. She loved her boyfriend a lot, even though she seemed abusive and that was why as she gave him her little peck, she blushed looking down.

Mateline looked a little shocked. Jeanne was the name Feliciana had, looking towards the Italian girl, she realized that Feliciana had purposely used that against Francis, and that was why she was crying now. Knowing this made the Canadian girl feel guilty. She liked Francis, a lot; But she hadn't known that he was suffering the loss of a lover.

'Don't look like that Mateline! It's not like it's your fault' answered Gilbert, noticing the small changes in the girls features. There was no way he was going to allow the girl to feel bad over a situation she hadn't known. 'The only reason we're telling you is because we wanted you to know.' he gently pulled Mateline into him.

Rovina made a little sound, kissing him again, scrunching her eyes shut in embarrassment. 'No importa, s-solo...no te enojes....por favor?' asked Rovina shakily in her small Spanish. Gilbert attentively kissed Mateline's forehead. 'Look, I really like you, you're a sweet girl. But you have to play at Francis' level if you want him to notice you' answered Gilbert looking at Mateline seriously.

Feliciana walked up to Ludwig, pressing against him, her arms trapped between his chest and hers, simply closing her eyes and resting her forehead against the German's cushioned pectorals.

The German placed a hand at the small of her back and watched his brother, pointedly ignoring the couple nearby getting soft with each other.

The Spaniard in question smiled. "La oigo, Lovi~"

'T-Te...a-amo' mumbled Rovina, slapping the guy, her face red. 'G-Get away!' she said self-consciously. Felicana sighed and eagerly accepted Ludwig's gently touch, enjoying the large hand that occupied her lower back.

'At his level? What do you mean? ' she asked curious as to what Gilbert was getting at. Gilbert looked at Ludwig, and stared at him, as if saying; What are you lookin' at? West, flirt with your girl! before returning his attention to Mateline.

'It means, flirt with him a little, but at the same time, make it seem like you're into me, that's simple' he said smirking a little. 'He's into you, you just gotta make it so that he feels threatened enough to want to take action' Mateline blushed heavily and bit her lower lip. 'Will that actually work? Won't it just make more problems?' she asked softly, and Gilbert felt the need to hug her for being so cute.

'Of course! The awesome me says so!' he answered grinning.

Ludwig lifted an eyebrow at Gilbert's sudden desire for privacy and turned his attention to Feliciana. "If you're feeling better, don't you think you should get back to class?" He looked up, School President mode on. "Find somewhere to be that won't disrupt the classes," he ordered firmly.

Feliciana looked up at him and reached a hand to tangle it into his shirt, shaking her head. 'I...I have a headache Ludovigo' she whined softly, closing her eyes, her thoughts muddled.

'Well....I-I guess we could try' Mateline looked nervously at Gilbert before walking towards her roommate, gently grabbing her shoulders. 'Actually, I'm not feeling well either, let's go back to our dorms, I'll call Alfred and let him know' answered Mateline softly. She felt tired.

Gilbert nodded and tugged at Antonio's arm. 'Hey, let's go have a chat with Francis, this is his last class for the day' he said, giving Antonio a shared look. Rovina knew what this meant and rolled her eyes. 'I'll follow the president to class then' she said standing beside Ludwig, bristling like a cat at being anywhere near the guy. She was iffy about this German.

Ludwig left Feliciana in Mateline's care, walking back to his honors course warily. He never knew what to say when he was alone with Lovina... luckily it didn't happen often.

Antonio walked with Gilbert to Francis' class, waiting outside the door patiently for the bell.

Gilbert waved to all the girls that walked out, waiting for Francis, narrowing his eyes as said man walked past him and Antonio.

'Hey...that any way to treat your awesome pose-um?' asked Gilbert smirking and crossing his arms.

Francis turned and smile. "Mes amis! What brings you to my class? Are you ready to take French again.. and pass this time, Gilbert?"

'Kesesese!' laughed Gilbert shaking his head. 'Hell no! I hate French, Deutsch is the best!' he answered, smirking, before letting a somber look come over his features, looking at Antonio to do the rest of the talking.

Antonio smiled brightly. "How is everything with Seychelles?" he asked, cheerful as the morning sun. Francis' smile grew haggard.

"Why is everyone so interested in my love life today? Things are fine. She is as lovely as she ever was."

Gilbert didn't like that answer, and he looked to Antonio, wondering if maybe bringing up sweet, little Mateline? He waited for his friend to start it. Antonio was a lot kinder about things than Gilbert, and this kind of a situation required delicacy.

Antonio laughed lightly at that, slinging an arm around his blond friend's shoulder, totally oblivious to the grope he received in return. "I heard from Feliciana that she is not the only one on your radar of amore, amigo."

Francis scratched the back of his head, a grimace gracing his face. "She... overreacted. About a student. I tease, Antione, but I do not engage my pupils in serious relationships."

'Yeah, we know' answered Gilbert, grinning but inside feeling annoyance.

'Like Elizaveta, and that Ukrainian Girl, and Melissa, oh yeah, let's not forget, Rovina AND Feliciana at the same time, oh, and the latest, Mateline.' he said narrowing his eyes. He wasn't a saint, but it had hurt when Francis had dated the two Italian twins who had always trusted him and betrayed him with each other. Rovina never recovered, always glowering at Francis and hiding behind Antonio.

'Step off then. If you don't take Mateline seriously. She's mine. I'll be her first' he said crossing his arms cockily. 'I won't let you hurt her, like I let you with Rovina, and most of all Feliciana. You took her virginity without even taking it seriously. Rovina was lucky, Feliciana told her, she found out about you. About what you were doing to them. Did you know how Feliciana felt looking at you after that?' Gilbert felt anger bubble in him.

Francis winced, that particular endeavor leaving a bad taste in his mouth. "Believe me, I am full of nothing but remorse," he said solemnly, meeting Gilbert's eyes.

Antonio, full of forgiveness (despite the fact that during that time, he had felt nothing but white-hot anger toward his long time friend) tightened his arm around the Frenchman's shoulders.

'Remorse? That's all? What about repenting? Feliciana saw Rovina and herself in Mateline today. I could tell. I mean, come on you jack ass. You make googly eyes at Mateline, she notices, it hurts her thinking that you want to hurt Mateline. She doesn't trust you! You lost her trust Francis. You have no right to even be talking to her, nor Rovina. But Feliciana lets you.'

Gilbert swallowed and glared at Francis with his red eyes, burning hot with anger. The same anger he had felt when he saw his two little Italian twins crying. Those two girls were a hoot, and Ludwig liked Feliciana, he could tell.

'I don't even know how Feliciana or Antonio stand you. Antonio is a pain, but he's never hurt any woman the way you have. Imagine it Francis, all those hearts your breaking, all those 'first' times? A woman's first time is her most memorable. Francis, every single fucking heart you broke, feels worse then you did with Jeanne d'Arc' Gilbert shook his head, looking to the side, he didn't like bringing up his best-friend, second to Elizaveta who now hated him for hanging out with Francis.

'You'd think you'd realize. What about Antonio? How do you think he felt seeing Rovina crying? Feliciana too? Rovina is the love of his life and Feliciana is like his sister!'

"Gilbert," Antonio said softly, glancing between his friends worriedly. Francis shook his head.

"Why do you think I have been with Seychelles for so long? Dieu, knowing what I have done, living with the forgiveness I have been granted... do you not think these things make my stomach churn?" He turned to Antonio. "He is right, and you know it. I do not deserve your compassion. But I have received it, and I had hoped to cherish it and not let something like that ever happen again." Francis met Gilbert's eyes. "However. Do not think for a moment that I don't treasure Mateline. As a student and as a young lady."

'Fuck you!' screamed Gilbert, hands clenched into fists; his nails digging into the skin, nipping, and biting, and drawing blood. Gilbert shook with the red hot urge to punch Francis in the jaw; fuck up his little pretty face.

'I fucking hate you right now! I lost Elizaveta! She was my fucking first friend! It doesn't matter that you're with Seychelles now! In fact, it doesn't count! You fucked Feliciana and left her! You were dating her sister at the same time, you fucking dickwad French! She-She' he shook ever more, eyes clenched shut.

'I really fucking hate you! You're a dirty dog! don't you dare so much as fucking LOOK at Rovina, Feliciana, or Mateline! You hear me?! If you do, you fucking bastard, I'll KILL you!' he yelled the words loudly, his breath ragged, blood dripping from his hands and spit flying from his mouth.

He looked at Antonio, his red eyes wild, but somehow....they looked wet....?


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A/N: Second part, between me and Frau's Bug. I hope everyone enjoys it!