Trespassing on Love (a Punk Hetalia au fanfiction)

Chapter Eight

Since the last part of the initiations didn't start until after dark, we all decided to head to our rooms.

Al and I sat on the mattress in his room as we waited for nightfall. Al's pet Labrador, Hero, was laying at the end of the mattress, sleeping away.

"Hey, Roddy? What's your last name?" Al quizzed me.

"Edelstein." I told him. "Why?"

"Just wondering. Is it German?" I nodded. "Cool. So, what does it mean?"

"Gemstone." I told him. "It's German for Gemstone."

"Wow. That's pretty." He looked at me with a sweet smile. "Hey, do you like music?"

My ears perked at the word music. "Are you kidding me? I love it! Music is my life! Especially classical."

"Huh. That's cool. I'm more into rock and roll." He got an idea. "Hang on a second." He got up and walked over to an old wardrobe. He opened it and looked around until he found what he was looking for. He reached in and pulled out an electric guitar and an amp.

"Hey, do you play any instruments?" He asked me.

"Just piano and violin." I responded. "Why?"

"Piano huh? Can you play keyboard?" He looked in the wardrobe again.

"That's basically a portable piano. So, yeah, I can play keyboard. Why do you ask?"

"No reason." He pulled what appeared to be a black box down from the top shelf of the wardrobe. He walked over to me and set the object on my lap and gave me a wink.

I looked down at the thing and realized that it wasn't a box, but an old keyboard. I could see my reflection in the smooth surface. "No reason, huh?" I raised an eyebrow at him.

"Well, maybe I did have one reason." He admitted.

"And what would that be?"

"Well, I want you to play me a song." He smiled.

"Oh, um, OK." I placed my fingers on the keys and carefully played a song I learned in music class. I heard Al plug in his guitar and he started playing with me. I had to admit, we rocked! At one point Hero even started to howl along to our melody.

We played a few more songs and spent the rest of the evening talking about our lives. I told him how I came from a rich family and how I used to live with my mother, sister, and little brother. He told me how his mom died when he was young and how he ran away from home at age ten to escape his abusive, alcoholic father.

"Wow. I'm so sorry that happened, Al." I said.

"It's ok. Truth be told, I'm glad I ran away. Better to live in the streets than in a broken home. Plus, if I hadn't run away, I never would have met Kirk and we wouldn't have started the Punks. And that means I never would have met the love of my life." He gave me a sad smile.

"Oh? Who might that be?" I asked. "Kirk?"

"What? Um, no. Kirk's more like my older brother than anything. No. The person I like is one of the newest members of our gang. And I just found out that he's amazing on the keyboard."

"Wait! You mean?" I looked at him in shock.

"What can I say? I'm a sucker for musically gifted brunets." He smiled at me and I smiled back despite myself. "Hey, uh, would you consider, um, becoming my boyfriend?"

I did a double take. "What? You want me to be your, um, ok. Sure. Why not?"

"Really?" I nodded. "Awesome! Let's make it official!"

"OK, um, how?" I was scared to hear his reply. However, the only response I received was him lifting my chin, pulling his face closer to mine, and kissing me. Unlike the rough kisses he gave me during the first part of the initiations, this one was soft and passionate. I found myself kissing back with equal passion.

He pulled away and smiled. "I'm so happy right now."

"Same." It felt strange having a boyfriend, especially since I am a guy. But I knew I'd get used to it. I was about to go in for another kiss, but I was interrupted by the sound of Kirk's voice coming from the hall.

"Alright! New members report to the main area! The final stage is about to commence!"

"Come on. We'd better go." Al got up and left the room. I followed him, nervous about what was to come.