Lovely Lady

【ヘタリア】2014下半期まとめ Pixiv ID: 49003696 Member: on℃＠ついった

“What do you know?”

Sharp and to the point, the brunette didn’t give Damian a second glance as she paced back and forth across the floor. This was wrong, this was all wrong. It wasn’t supposed to end this way; it was all because of stupid Giancarlo, that moronic libertine just had to meddle into this entire affair. Why did he have to bud in that way? Bringing back such odd things, making her of all people mess up in such a way…

God, she had to think of a way to cover up this mess. If it were to come up to the light, The Bull–her Anya, she’ll never–

Breath becoming a burden to keep steady, shaky hands moved through stray locks in frustration, trying to figure out some way to get herself out of this situation. Eventually, though, even that seemed to be useless, as that feeling continued to cause pain to her chest.

And then it clicked.

He remembered Lilie complaining about how Giancarlo had opened his mouth and suggested that she head one of the missions into the Pitt’s territory, to ‘get leadership experience’ and to ‘be able to successfully navigate a group of underlings’ or some bullshit like that, and how lately he’d been hearing rumors of a group of headcrushers being held hostage by one of the Bull’s enemies. If that had been Lilie’s mission..

Things were much worse than he thought.

But, although she was cursing Damian to hell in her own mind for interfering, her body had decided to follow instructions. Breathless hiccups littered attempts to take even intakes of air, lips pressed in a thin line to keep herself from going into coughing fits once again. Slowly, labored breath calmed, becoming slightly uneven by the time two minutes have passed.

Releasing his wrists, Lilie’s hands slid down to her sides once more, eyes sliding open and averting downward. That emotion, flying across her face and disappearing almost instantly, was that...Shame?

“Today is the day all my dreams come true! Oh, my lovely wife, I’ll take such good care of you, don’t worry– sweets every day, for as long as we both live! I’ll never let my love go unhappy!”

“Oh my~ I’ve never had anyone love me in my life! I am a poor child that has never had sympathy. Vetty, never let me go! For I shall die if I am apart from you!”

Giving his bodyguard a quick glance over, Giancarlo raised an eyebrow in thought. God, last time he handed him a cigarette, a “concerned citizen” scolded him for giving a minor a …He just did that shit to get him in trouble.

Even so, he gave up one of his cigs to Kichirou, quickly sticking his pack into his blazer pocket.

“Hmmmm..” Kichirou observed the newly chosen overseer for a moment with intensity, watching the shudder run up the boy’s spine once his trademark grin was back on his lips. “He looks like he’d be fun to rough up. A shame he’s special now. Oi! Don’t go messing up your job or I’ll get to play with you, yeah?” And with that, the tiny man playfully stuck his tongue out, pretty sure that the man they were all observing had pissed himself in fright by now. How disgusting.

Then again, he found most people disgusting.

But, just like the shorter suggested, Giancarlo scoffed and turned on his heel, striding out of the warehourse once again.

“Apparently I was the only one that got the email saying to wear your pajamas to school today.”

“Getting really tired of teachers saying whatever they want to me and when I try and defend myself, they send me to in school suspension.”

“I had to come in early to make up the test I missed last week. I’m pretty sure the school would make a fortune if they had a coffee vending machine.”

“I have a near perfect GPA, but that apparently means nothing if my shorts are too short.”

“I studied for this test all week! How did I only get an 8%?”

“I’m not sure if that was sex ed or Sunday school.”

“If you don’t do your share of the work, I’ll take your name off the project and you can take a zero. You’re not getting the grade for doing nothing.”

“My locker is jammed again. I’m ready to find a lockermate and just be done with it.”

“My parents didn’t believe that the homework said to only do the even numbers on the worksheet and wouldn’t let me eat dinner until I did the entire thing.”

“No one told me there was a two hour delay today so I spent half an hour trying to get into the building before a police officer showed up and broke the news.”

“So I found your phone number on another bathroom stall.”

“The teacher caught me with my phone out and took it away. They gave it back at the end of the day and everything but my background was a picture of their face.”

“The vice principal pronounced my name wrong in the morning announcements again.”

“There’s a locker number and combination in the back of my textbook. Are you up for an adventure?”

“Wait I’m sorry, did you say you have a cat in your locker?”

“We don’t have to be friends but we do have to be lab partners.”

“What do you mean you didn’t do the homework last night? I was going to copy off of you before class!”

“When are they going to understand that no one in this school is interested in eating tuna melts every Tuesday?”

“When my locker neighbor slammed their locker shut, my shirt somehow got closed in it and they didn’t notice so there I was with two options: Take my shirt off or wait for help and I really didn’t feel like getting sent home for dress code today.”

“I don’t know~ I think this is pretty funny, pff–”

What a wild, yet believably silly story.  Standing in the empty hallway of their school with hands on her hips, Lilie had to take a step back and grin at the scene before her. Ah, if only the girls who had a crush could see him now~ What a dork!

With a small giggle, Lilie started digging into her school bag, looking for an item or two. Did this frail girl know how to break into lockers…?

He had a reputation to uphold, you know.

There she goes, scolding him like she was the elder instead of a year or two his junior. But really, didn't she teach him common manners more than once? Honestly~ So much for the lady killer everyone thought he was.

With a sigh and a wave of her hand, the brunette stuck her student ID back into her wallet, digging into her school bag once again as she turned on her heel.

“What do you know?”

Sharp and to the point, the brunette didn’t give Damian a second glance as she paced back and forth across the floor. This was wrong, this was all wrong. It wasn’t supposed to end this way; it was all because of stupid Giancarlo, that moronic libertine just had to meddle into this entire affair. Why did he have to bud in that way? Bringing back such odd things, making her of all people mess up in such a way…

God, she had to think of a way to cover up this mess. If it were to come up to the light, The Bull–her Anya, she’ll never–

Breath becoming a burden to keep steady, shaky hands moved through stray locks in frustration, trying to figure out some way to get herself out of this situation. Eventually, though, even that seemed to be useless, as that feeling continued to cause pain to her chest.

Damian had just walked in to find his overseer, his owner pacing back and forth, back and forth. He’d never seen her fret this much over something, and the worst part was that he didn’t even know what had set her off so. He needed to help her somehow, needed to..

Steady hands reached out to firmly grasp her shaking shoulder and turn her towards him, moving his hands up to lightly grasp her face next. He had to make her focus on something concrete, something other than her own demons, and he’d settle for that something being him.

A cough or two was given, before going back to trying to catch the breath that didn't seem to want to stay for long before Lilie's audible breathes could be heard once again. Eyes clamped shut and unwilling to meet the gaze elder male, nails digging into his wrists and trying weakly to pull his hands away.  

How could she have an asthma attack right now, of all moments? The panic nor the burning pain in her chest wasn't at all a concern to her--it was the fact that her subordinate had now waltzed in and was trying to comfort her. He'll surely tell someone about this later--Her Anya, hell, even Godiva or Vincent.

And that will be the end of her.

“I--I don’t need th--this right now! Get o--”

“Lilie, my beauty, my treasure~,” To make this even more ridiculous, Yvette grasped both of the other girl’s hands. “Oh love of my life, would you do me the great honor of being in lesbians with me~?”

"Oh my goodness, Vetty!! This is such a dream come true! For someone like you to fall for someone like me, it's like fate has brought us together. Of course I'll become lesbians with you, of course!!!"

“‘Who knows?’ Oh come on, you’ve gotta have a better answer than that, out with it!”