Chapter 3
They say absence makes the heart grow fonder, she didn’t agree with that. No, it made her heart grow colder but that could have been attributed to the way the absence came about. He iced her out and was now trying to sway her with compliments? Just what exactly did he take her for? A fool, it looked like.
“Stupid man, hate him,” she groused, closing an eye and taking her position with a bow and arrow. This uppity school also had an archery range, free for use by the student body as long as no classes or clubs were being held in the area and the student was occupied by a teacher or an appointed upperclassman. Council members were exempted from this rule. Fortunately or not, she did find someone to accompany her; Katya Braginskaya. Not exactly her cup of tea but the female did agree to oversee on the condition that she gave Viktor some note or the other. Why the Ukrainian couldn’t deliver it on her own? She didn’t know and didn’t exactly care to either.
“I saw a you with blue hair,” the Ukrainian puffed, her eyes focusing on the spot where the arrow had landed on the target. “Two inches off the bullseye. You’re not as shit as I thought you were.”
Ignoring the insult, the female pulled another arrow. “The me you saw would be my brother.” Although she didn’t seem to pleased speaking about the male, she still did love him. He was still her little brother but she wouldn’t mind tossing a few punches and stabs at him if it all came down to it. “Speaking of brothers.. isn’t Viktor yours?”
“You’re so full of shit!” Allen barked, crimson orbs clashing with the ruby reds of his younger sister’s.
“You’re so full of shit!” She mocked in a high pitched voice, flailing her arms around with exaggerated motions before glaring daggers at the American male. “Shut the fuck up, why don’t ya?”
“I agree,” the Canadian grumbled under his breath but who he was agreeing with was a question of its own.
“You two do realise we didn’t come here to talk about who our dear Amelia sneaks around with, right?” The strawberry blonde female piped up from her seat opposite Oliver. Shortly after the meeting had started, the topic changed abruptly from budgeting to Amelia’s new buddy.
“I don’t remember asking you, pastel bitch.”
“Allen!” Oliver scolded, shooting a glare at said male. “That’s rude. Apologise!”
“This entire thing is just a waste of time.” Luciano grunted, rubbing his forehead. This caught Margherita’s attention and earned him a ‘I think you’re a waste of space yet here we are’.
Lutz decided to excuse himself while the other members either murmured amongst themselves or observed. The headmaster was also doing the latter, his eyes following the German as he slipped through the door. Hm. He had an idea as to just where the pinkish purple eyed German sauntered off to.
“Charity event,” he suddenly spoke, causing a few of the attendees to jump. “A charity event will be hosted. Work out the details.”
The females gaped, the others looking to Margherita for her rebuttal which she gave, “With all due respect, sir, we can’t do anything without the approval of our Headmistress.”
The headmaster rolled his eyes, already on his feet. “My word is always final. There will be a joint charity event. Incompetence will not be accepted.” He growled, boysenberry eyes looking over the students of both schools. If it’s one thing he liked, it was showing his dominion. Now it was time to remind the girl of his virility seeing as she seemed to have forgotten about it. “Work it out quickly and get the report to me.” Were his final words before he left the now silent room which became filled with groaning and bickering as soon as the door shut behind him. Their bickering simply couldn’t be helped.
The blue haired male, finally deciding to give his input, cleared his throat to get their attention. Of course, this wasn’t effective with everyone but at least he had a few eyes on him now. “Have you guys ever competed against each other?”
The room’s occupants looked at the members of their respective sides, murmuring amongst themselves before turning back to Adonis. “Not really, no. We mostly direct our competition towards those wimps at Hetalia Academy. Bunch of sappy idiots.” This garnered laughs and giggles from both sides. At least they both agreed on their distaste towards their rival schools.
“So..” he continued, resting his chin on his palm. “I’m sure a lot of people are dying to see which one of you is better-“
“Is that a joke? It’s obviously us.” A Chinese girl, Wang Zhu, interjected, her peers nodding in agreement.
“There should be a not between obviously and us, da?” Viktor grunted, arms crossed over his chest.
“Nyet. She said it perfectly fine.” Viktorya hissed with narrowed blood red eyes.
Wow. This would take some getting used to, Adonis thought to himself, listening as the two sides hurl insults at each other. “Why don’t we see just which side is better with a series of challenges then? Send all proceeds to the charity of choice. I wager we’d raise quite a bit of money.”
“Sì.. Decent idea.” Luciano nodded. Was it really that hard to say ‘good idea’? No matter. He would be usurping his spot as president soon anyway.
The girls whispered between themselves before the Italian looked at their visitors and reluctantly agreed. “But, you all have an extra member so how do you propose we even this out?”
“Kick him to the curb.” Allen suggested, still glaring at the female opposite him.
“Or you can add a new member!” Oliver said with a gentle smile. “I think that’d make things much more interesting. The audience would get to see who is better at judging character and strategising that way.”
Olivia nodded at that, her baby blues going over to Frenchwoman at her side. “It is a good idea, isn’t it, Francoise?”
“I don’t really care,”
“She agrees but who do you girls think we should welcome? Everyone we know.. just won’t meet our needs.”
Margherita stared at the blue haired boy, brows furrowed. She had seen his face somewhere. Somewhere near. Oh! “I think I know who will spice things up.”
She had just about finished her archery session. She still didn’t really know how she felt about Katya but she was.. okay? She’d still steer clear of her unless there was a reason not to, however. Deciding to uphold her end of the bargain, she started on her way towards the meeting room she had previously been at, letter stuffed in her shirt’s pocket. She did not expect to happen upon the buff German on her journey, offering him a suspicious look when he finally noticed her presence.
“I was looking for you,” he grinned lopsidedly, making a small circle around her. Of course, Lutz being Lutz, he took the time to smack her rear before returning in front of her. “Gotta say, you make that uniform work.”
“Please, I make anything work.” She retorted, pressing her index against his chest. “Plus, this is just you guys’ uniform but with a skirt- which I’m considering shortening but I made yours work too.”
That had Lutz thinking back on the times when she had been parading as her brother. She didn’t look bad. Not at all. But she did look exactly like her brother in it and he didn’t want to be complimenting the guy so it was debatable. “Ja. How about you show me just how well you can work it off?”
“Seriously?” She quirked a brow, her fingers now curling around his tie. A devious smile crept onto her face when she suddenly yanked the tie, making the German get to her eye level. “How about you give me a reason to get out of it?” She whispered in his ear before turning on her heels and disappearing down the hallway.
He gave her a lazy smirk at that. God, he loved this girl. Wait what? He fancied her. He just happened to fancy her a good bit. That’s all. Luckily, she had already left so she wouldn’t be there to witness his inner conflict. The lingering students and occasional faculty member didn’t really pay them much mind, mostly because they were already aware of Lutz’s position and the arrangement that both divisions had so they allowed them to roam without even as little as a sideways glance.
What he did not expect to see was the girl and his headmaster arguing. Well to be accurate, she argued and he merely shrugged at times. “Everything alright?” He couldn’t help that his voice had a more defensive tenor to it. He didn’t trust the man as far as he could throw him, which wasn’t all that far.
Not seeing the need to respond to the question or even acknowledge his presence, the headmaster ignored him altogether.
“Of course! This guy just refused to let me leave! Funny because I didn’t know he was a faculty member here.” She scoffed, eyes narrowed at the olive skinned male. Was she lying? It was hard to tell.
“Sorry, sir,” the German muttered, hooking his arm around the female’s. “He’s my Headmaster.” He informed the female, his hand now moving to the small of her back.
Headmaster Lucius rolled his eyes at that. “That I am. Did you leave the meeting to sneak off with such a little girl, Beilschmidt?”
“Little girl?!” She snapped, eyebrows furrowed.
He did not just go there. Unfortunately there wasn’t much that she could challenge him with, opting to feign ignorance rather than shine a light on their familiarity.
“Well, sir, this little girl will be on her way. Lutz..” she sighed, slipping a piece of paper into his hand. “Give that to Viktor, please.. We can meet up afterwards, yeah?” She finished, pecking his cheek, all the while maintaining eye contact with their superior. The two men watched as she trotted away before turning their attentions back to each other.
“Why are you still here?” The headmaster inquired, annoyed by the other’s stagnancy.
That was all it took for the German to make his way back to the chaos awaiting him in the meeting room, rolling his eyes discreetly. What a turd.