Trespassing on Love (a Punk Hetalia au fanfiction)

Chapter Five

Kirk led us to a part of the construction site that had a tent with Arab designs on it.

"Dick?! Are you here?!" Kirk called out as we entered.

I looked around and saw that the place was set up like a tattoo parlor. Only, with a Mediterranean feel. I could hear certain sounds coming from somewhere in the tent. I tried to block them out.

Kirk walked up to a table that served as a receptionist desk. He rang an old bell and the noises stopped as a blond peeked out from behind a curtain. Her hair was messed up and I could tell that she didn't have clothes on. I recognised her as the girl with huge breasts from the night before.

"Um, can you give us just a few more minutes? We're still, um, setting up, yeah! Uh, in the meantime, have a seat! Please!" She disappeared behind the curtain and we could hear the groans and moans coming from behind it as they finished "setting up". My friends and I looked at each other with shocked faces, while Kirk and his gang just ignored it.

The blond came out from behind the curtain again, this time in an Arab styled belly dancers dress, and sat at the table. She smiled at us and I could tell that she enjoyed what she had been doing.

"You know, Kate, you really shouldn't be doing that sort of thing, love. It's not good for you. Think of the consequences." Kirk gave her a knowing smirk.

"Who cares about consequences? I love him and he loves me! He even promised that he would marry me! Isn't that wonderful?" Kate had a dreamy look in her eyes and sighed in happiness.

"Whatever. Look, Kate, is he ready for us?" Kirk was drumming his fingers on the table.

"Huh? Oh! Yes, sir! Sorry!" She stood up, held open a curtain (not the same one as before, thank God), and gestured for us to enter.

Kirk went in first and we all followed. The room had multiple stations set up with different sized needles and colored inks. I suddenly understood what Kirk had meant by Inking.

"Hey! Kirk! Nice to see you, bud!" The guy with the mask from the previous night exclaimed as he saw us enter.

"Dick! How have you been? How's Kate? Has she been satisfying you, so to speak?" Kirk gave him the same look he had given Kate.

"Yeah! Let me tell you, she may not have much brain, but she can sure keep a guy happy!" Dick exclaimed.

"Oh, well that's nice! Good for you!" Kirk walked up to him and smacked him upside the head. "You bloody wanker! What the Hell were you thinking?! Do you know how bloody risky that was?! If Ivan had come in behind us, he would have killed you for fucking his older sister!" He told him off.

"Awe, what Ivan doesn't know won't hurt him! Besides, they're not even related through blood. They just call each other brother and sister. Same with him and Nat." Dick told us.

"What does he mean?" Mathew asked.

"Well, in our gang, some of us have formed blood sibling relationships. You know, to protect each other? We cut our palms and shake hands as the mixture of both bloods drips into a small bottle. Then we seal the bottle with a cork and promise to take care of and protect each other always." Al explained. "That's what Kirk and I did when we started this gang."

"Ja! And that's what Lutz and I did, too! Now, we're siblings!" Gil put his arm around his "brother".

"Huh. You know, I've always wanted a brother? I never got one, though." Mathew looked away from Al.

"Hey, I'll tell you what, I'll become your brother, if you want." Al patted him on the back.

"Really?! Thanks, Al! That means a lot to me!" Mathew smiled at him.

"Yeah! We'll do it after you've officially become a member of the gang! Sound good?"

"Yeah, eh! Sounds great! This is awesome! I'll finally have a brother!"

"Sorry to interrupt this touching moment, but we need to continue with the initiations." Kirk glared at us and I could tell he wasn't sorry. He turned back to Dick. "So, is everything ready?"

"Oh, yeah! But first, who's Inking who?" We all paired up and he smiled. "Alright! Follow me!" He led to different stations and we split up.

Al and I were the last pair in the group.

At our station, Dick explained to Al what he needed to do. "Alright, it's all yours! Have fun and be careful! This stuff is permanent! I gotta go explain this to the other groups!" He left us alone.

As I sat in a chair, I looked at Al. I think he could tell I was nervous because he gave me a caring smile.

"Don't be nervous, Roddy. This will only hurt for a little bit, besides, I'm going to numb you first, so you won't feel a thing." He walked over to me with a syringe in his hand.

My heart started pounding and my breath caught! I felt like I was going to pass out!

"Hey, do you want to squeeze my hand?" Al asked in a calming voice.

I nodded my head and he took my hand, while simultaneously breaking my flesh with the needle. I closed my eyes, tensed my muscles, and clenched my teeth to avoid screaming. As he injected the liquid into my muscles, I squeezed his hand for dear life.

"Good job, Roddy. You can open your eyes now."

I opened my eyes and looked at him.

He had the needle in his hand was cleaning the blood from where the needle broke through my flesh. He smiled to himself and walked back over to a table with different sized needles and colored inks. "Hey, what country do you represent?" He asked, not turning around.

"Austria." I told him.

"OK, and what does the flag look like?"

"Well it has three horizontal stripes. The top is red, the middle is white, and the bottom is red. Oh! And the red is bright red."

"Got it!" He picked out the colors and walked over to me. "Can you feel your arm?"

"No."

"Good. Now then, close your eyes. I promise that this will be over before you know it." He started the needle and I closed my eyes.

I don't know how, but while he was Inking me, I fell asleep. Sometime later, I woke up to Al shaking me. "Roddy! Hey, Roddy! Wake up!"

"Ugh, Al?" I looked at him with a tired expression. "What happened?"

"You fell asleep while I was Inking you. You actually looked kind of peaceful, so I waited for a few minutes after I finished to wake you up." He walked away and returned with a mirror. "How does it look?" He held the mirror a few inches away from my arm and I saw that there was now an Austrian flag on my shoulder.

"Wow. Nice job."

"Thanks! Now then, Kirk wants to move on to the next part of the initiations."

"Which is?" I asked as I stood up.

"Wardrobe! You see, if you want to be a Punk, you have to dress like one! Come on!" He grabbed my hand and we met up with Kirk and the rest of our friends.

"There you two are! What were you two doing?" Kirk looked annoyed with us.

"I was taking my time with his tattoo. I wanted it to look as close to professional as possible! Show 'em, Roddy."

I lifted up the sleeve of my shirt and showed off my new mark.

Kirk said that it was indeed professional level quality. "Alright, boys! Let's move on! Come along!" Kirk led us to the next stage of the initiations. Wardrobe.