A/N: Quick update is quick. Well, it's not that quick but considering the last one, it is. ^^ Anyway, here is a longer chapter to compensate the previous late update.
The matchmaking shall commence. Like I mentioned before, the masterminds are Bad Friends Trio + Kiku and Matthew. Sadly, Antonio won't be participating because he's too busy courting our favourite tomato lover.
Get ready for a messed up strategy and some cracking action!
Edit: Yes, I know I made mistakes. Sorry about that. ^^;
By the way, in this chapter, the organizers will be called by their family name. Some conditions apply.
Please enjoy!
FOR THE THIRTEENTH TIME, I DO NOT OWN HETALIA.
Four organizers' conversation...
?: Bonnefoy here, do you receive me? I'm standing near the Tea Shop, over.
?: Yes. Williams on the line. I'm on the other side of the street, over.
?: Honda desu, I read you five on five. 7 o'clock from target no.1, over.
Bonnefoy: Target eyebrows at five o'clock. Let's move out. Beilschmidt, report your position, over.
?: Beilschmidt here. I'm behind the garbage can near target eyebrows. Where's Carriedo? over.
Bonnefoy: Carriedo is experiencing the wonders of l'amour. Beilschmidt, follow target eyebrows, over.
Beilschmidt: Could you sound any gayer? Seriously? Anyway, roger, sir! Kesesesesese~ over.
Williams: Shut up guys. Target eyebrows has started moving. Let's go, over.
Honda: Hai, desu. Over.
Williams: Plan A on the go! over.
Beilschmidt: Plan A? What plan?over.
Honda: Plan A: Make Arthur-san jealous.
Plan B: Get him drunk so he spills the info. Further blackmail purposes.
Plan C: Make Alfred-san woo him. Typical hero and villain play.
Plan D: Lock both of them in a closed place. Make sure to prevent any communication with the outside world.
That's all our plans so far, over.
Beilschmidt: Ja... I like plan B and D better, kesesese~ over.
Williams: Seriously, let's go, over.
Beilschmidt: Roger Birdie, over.
Francis: Répendez l'amour mes amis~ over.
Somewhere on the street...
It was very early in the morning when the British blonde went out. The sun was still rising, leaving the sky in a pinkish blue colour. The boy stared at the remaining stars and sighed. Today was going to be a long day. He roamed down the avenue, feeling blue. He headed to the place where he could feel at ease, the Tea Shop. The morning breeze was fresh, although a little cold.
"Hah... I don't feel well. I knew I should've stayed home..." Arthur said discouraged.
He wandered on the streets, barely showing any signs of life. He walked at a peripatetic pace, slightly focusing at his footwork. He seemed like a desolating soul. Much at his demise, he couldn't notice the four lurking daredevils waiting for him to take the bait.
"What do I do with my life?" He sighed with the most crestfallen voice ever.
Further down the street...
Bonnefoy: Arthur... Big brother can console you, honhonhon~ If only you were always this cute...
Williams: Yo Francis, we're trying to hook up Arthur and Alfred, not you and everyone else, over.
Beilschmidt: What happened to the awesome code names? Not awesome Birdie, over.
Williams: Says you, Beilschmidt, over.
Beilschmidt: No! Don't call me that! You sound like a teacher! Call me Kaiser Awesome, kesesese, over.
Kiku: Why do I feel like we're never going to succeed? Over
Williams: I agree Honda, over.
Bonnefoy: LIES! We are going to succeed! With the power of l'amour! Over.
"What was that sound?" Arthur asked himself as he turned over. He peered suspiciously and waited for something to come out. He was about to seek the sound's origin until...
"Meow! Meow!"
"Oh, it's just a cat." He sighed relieved.
Or is it?
Bonnefoy: Good job Honda! Over.
Honda: Anytime sir, over.
Arthur continued his gloomy walk and arrived in front of the Tea Shop. Seeing his target approaching, agent Bonnefoy escaped to another location. The poor Briton, blinded by his depressive feelings, didn't notice the loud crash caused by Bonnefoy as he ran into a pole.
Beilschmidt: Wow, just wow, over.
Williams: *facepalms*
Bonnefoy: I didn't know there was a pole here! And now my beautiful face is ruined, over.
Williams; Nobody cares about your face, Bonnefoy, over.
Honda: Hey! Isn't that Alfred-san? Over.
Williams: You're right! Why is he here?
Beilschmidt: Who knows. Anyway, perfect opportunity for plan A! Kesesese, over.
Bonnefoy: Bonne idée! Over.
Beilschmidt: Okay, Bonnefoy, go talk to Alfred. Honda, you go lure Arthur out. Make sure he sees Bonnefoy chatting with Alfred. Birdie and the awesome me will stay at our positions, over.
Bonnefoy: Oui chef! Over
Honda: Hai desu! Over.
Williams: Wow, you sure are an awesome tactician, over.
Beilschmidt: Of course I am Birdie! You used the word awesome! Kesesesese~ over.
Williams: Your foolishness is rubbing onto me. Over
Beilschmidt: My awesomeness you mean, over.
Williams: Suit yourself Gilbert, over.
Alfred was not happy today. First reason: he lost in his favorite game. Second reason: the McDonalds discount was over. Last reason: he couldn't face Arthur anymore. He sighed, for the fifth time in one minute as he slowly marched into the street. He stopped at the Tea Shop, just to observe the place where his crush spent most of his mornings. He sighed again.
"This place reeks of tea... I hate tea..." Alfred spoke to himself. 'But Kiku likes it so it's fine.' He added in his mind.
He glanced at the store. It's fancy glass door was not to be unnoticed. He was about to leave until a certain Frenchman called him.
"Bonjour Alfred, how are you today?" He exclaimed joyously.
"Go away Francis, I'm not in the mood to talk to you." Alfred rejected coldly.
"Ouch, I'm hurt." Francis faked pain. "Let me guess, it's eyebrows isn't it?"
Then, Alfred's face turned as white as a ghost.
"Bullseye." said the French male.
"I-It doesn't concern you!" The American quibbled nervously.
"Anything that concerns l'amour concerns me." Francis stated.
"Shut up!" Alfred protested with a blush.
"Do you want to know Arthur's secrets? Big brother knows plenty of information." The Frenchman bribed with a broad grin.
Alfred didn't say anything for a while. Then, he faced the the Frenchy with a pouting face.
"Fine, tell me." He demanded with a slight frown.
"Here goes, are you ready?" Francis asked.
"Yeah, yeah, skip the lame part." The blonde implored irritated.
"Calm down Alfred. I know you're excited." Francis teased. "So anyway, did you know that Arthur has a tattoo on his lower back?"
"WHAT? Artie has a tattoo? Oh my God, a person like him has a tattoo? That's so unexpected!" Alfred shouted in shock. "Wait, how do you know that?"
"It's a secret. Honhonhon~" Francis said. Alfred decided to ignore that.
"Tell me more!" He begged.
"Sure mon ami. Did you know that Arthur was an ex-delinquent?" Francis declared smirking. "I remember when he destroyed Antonio's armada collection. I can't believe he sank all of his little ships down the toilet..." Francis sighed nostalgically.
"He was...a delinquent?" Alfred
"You bet he was! I can remember it like it was yesterday! Ah, good times." Francis recalled smilingly. "Oh yeah, he might look like a neat goody-two-shoes freak, but he's actually a pervert."
Alfred didn't manage to process all the information. He just glared at Francis' lips as they were articulating lively. He was completely stupefied by all the secrets hidden behind the stick-up-his-ass gentleman's face. His real nature was truly fearful. But Alfred was already ready to accept every flaw in order to gain the other boy's affection. He was stubborn, persistent, annoying and reckless most of the time, but he could also be adorable and loving when he felt like it. It was the first time that Alfred encountered such a difficult boy which made it all more interesting.
"...and yeah that's how he defeated the beautiful me in combat." Sigh. "Alfred, are you listening?" Francis paused to see if the boy was paying attention. Figures that he wasn't.
"Ah... Sorry 'bout that. Hey Francis, what does Arthur like?" The American boy asked curiously.
"That's a tough question... Well I guess he likes to read since he does it all the time. Oui! He likes to drink tea and to cook. Even if his cooking is a biological culinary weapon...the horror. Anyway, I've heard that he's into mystical creatures, like fairies and unicorns... Dieu...he has no sense of style...ugh..." Francis described with complaint and disgust.
"What? Unicorns? That's just... Pfff... Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha ha!" Alfred said as he let out a thunderous laugh.
"That's not it! There is more!" Francis annouced victoriously.
"Tell me! Tell me!" Alfred answered with enthusiasm.
"So you see..."
The two that were left out...
Beilschmidt: Kesesese! It seems that Alfred took the bait. What's your situation Birdie? Over.
Williams: Plan A is running smoothly. Honda is doing a great job, over.
Beilschmidt: Copy that. Honda, do you receive me? Over.
Honda: ... ...
Beilschmidt: I repeat, Honda, do you receive me? Over
Honda: ... Arthur-san, I'm going to the washroom.
Beilschmidt: Honda?
Honda: Please excuse me Beilschmidt, I had to distract him, over.
Beilschmidt: Whatever. Anyway, it's time. Get going, over.
Honda: Roger that, over.
Williams: Again, wow. Why are you so good at this? You don't sound like an amateur, over.
Beilschmidt: Aww... Curious about my awesome past Birdie? Anyway, Old man Fritz was the one who thought me all about war tactics and strategies. I wish he was still alive...over...
Williams: I see... I'm sorry for your old man...over...
Beilschmidt: It wasn't you fault... Anyway, enough unawesome stories. It's time to spy on them. Be the most quiet possible Birdie. I don't want my awesome plan to fail, over.
Williams: Even if I didn't want to, I'll still be unnoticed...over.
Beilschmidt: Don't say that! I will never leave you alone, over.
Williams: You are such a sappy romantic boyfriend, over.
Beilschmidt: Hey! I was just being nice! Anyway, let's go, over.
Williams: Roger sir, over.
"Arthur-san, it's getting late. We should probably go to school now." Kiku suggested while staring at the clock located on the wall of the store.
"I think so too. Let's go, shall we?" Arthur affirmed. He and Kiku left their seats and walked to the exit. With a gentleman's gallantry, the Briton opened the door for his boyfriend, who acquiesced with a nod.
"The weather is nice today..." Kiku declared glancing at the clear blue sky.
"It is quite nice, isn't it? I'm glad it's not raining. It rains all the time in my country. At one point it's irritating." The gentleman complained slighty. "Ah, I'm sorry to get off topic."
"It's all right, I don't usually hear about your country anyway." Kiku replied casually. He looked up front to find an American talking with a Frenchman. "Oh, isn't that Alfred?" He pointed out.
Hearing this, the British boy froze on the spot. He tried not to look at his direction until he heard a very loud French accented laugh.
"That bloody frog! What is he doing with Alfred!" Arthur protested, angry.
"They look like they are having a good time." Kiku added to make matters worse. Apply salt on the wound, as they say.
"Bloody moron, he looks so damn happy with the frog. How come he never smiles like that with me? Stupid. It's not like I care anyway!" Arthur ranted.
"Arthur-san... Who are you talking to?" Kiku asked confused.
"N-Nobody!" The other protested embarrassingly.
"Could it be that... Are you jealous?" The Japanese questioned boldly.
"L-Like hell I am! Why would I be?" The Briton disclaimed nervously. His face was getting redder and redder. His movements were very fidgety and he started sweating a little.
"Um... Arthur-san? Could it be that you like Alfred." Kiku quizzed slyly.
Arthur choked on air by the stupor of the question.
"W-What the bloody hell are you blabbering about? This isn't funny." Arthur replied surprised.
"Your words are contradicting your body... Why are you so nervous?" The otaku sage kept on asking.
"That's... It's because we have a test today! Yeah, that's why!" The Briton denied.
"Arthur-san... Just admit it... It hurts to see you struggle so much..." Kiku sighed hopelessly.
"I will never admit that I like Alfred!" Arthur yelled reddening further.
"You just did." Kiku stated.
"I... You bloody tongue manipulator..." The British young lad admitted shamefully.
"I knew it." Kiku smiled as he answered. Oh the wonders... If only Arthur knew the internal conflict Kiku had with himself to not let out his inner fanboy squeal. If that ever existed...
"What? How did you know?" The denial male questioned, baffled.
"It's written all over your face." He replied joyfully.
"Am I that obvious?" The opposite boy asked honestly.
"More than you'll ever know." Kiku concluded satisfied. 'OH MY GOD, USUK, JOKER, MIKAKU ONCHI, WHATEVER, IS REAL! MY OTP IS LEGENDARY! GOD, I HAVE TO TELL HUNGARY-SAN ABOUT THIS!' He thought silently. After all, Japanese people are really good in hiding their emotions...
Beilschimidt: Kesesese~ This went better than expected, over.
Williams: Yeah, he already confessed everything. I guess we can skip plan B, over.
Beilschmidt: No! I want to see eyebrows drunk! It's going to be hilarious, over.
Williams: Gilbert, we don't have time for this. More ever, I think we should go to school now. We're going to be late, over.
Beilschmidt: Who cares about school? We can simply skip it, over.
Williams: We have a test today. A very important one. I don't want to fail it, over.
Beilschmidt: Nerdie Birdie. Fine, I'll go because you insisted, over.
Williams: Oh my God, Gilbert is listening to my requests. Is it the start of apocalypse? Over.
Beilschmidt: Hey! Give me some credit! I can perfectly follow anyone's orders. Okay, maybe not anyone, but I can do that for you. Because I am this awesome, over.
Williams: I don't know whether I should feel honoured or humoured.
Beilschmidt: Birdie, you're being unawesome, over.
Williams: I was only joking, over.
Beilschmidt: Kesesese, I know, over.
Williams: Tsk, let's go, over.
Beilschmidt: I'm being tsk'd by someone less awesome than me. How dare you Birdie! Over.
Williams: Serves you right you conceited bastard, over.
Beilschmidt: Woah there. Is there something wrong? You seem a little pissy today, over.
Williams: Sorry... It's because I couldn't sleep last night, I'm so tired, over.
Beilschmidt: Why is that? Over.
Williams: My brother was not feeling well so he came and slept with me, over.
Beilschmidt: What? He slept with you! I never thought you were interested in incest... That bastard! Nobody sleeps with Mattie except for me! Over.
Williams: Not in that way! Over.
Beilschmidt: Oh okay...over.
Williams: Awkward...over.
Beilschmidt: Um... Let's go to school! Haha...over.
Williams: Yeah, let's do that, over.
A/N: So, did you like it? There was more PruCan than anything else in this chapter... Oh well, I hoped you enjoyed it because I had a good time writing this. Honestly, I don't ship PruCan but I'm okay with the pairing. I ship PruHun. Haters gonna hate.
Damn this, is such a bitch... I edited so many things and it didn't let me re-publish... stupid...
Anyway, the fact that Gilbert planned everything is based on the fact that Prussia, the kingdom, had wonderful strategies. I knew it could come in handy.
Today is November 11... Remembrance day. Let's pray for all the war veterans and the soldiers who died in battle.
Translations:
Répendez l'amour mes amis~ : Spread the love my friends.
Bonne idée! : Good idea!
Hope you enjoy! Review please, I'm not updating until I get 45 reviews. ^^
-SkyEternal-