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The sun streamed in through the small window of the small bedroom and kissed the sleepy Italian's face. The pasta lover grumbled and rose, then walked to the dresser. The Italian winced at the tender skin that became irritated under the bandages. I gotta stop sleeping in these damn things. Lovino sighed. Another day of this damn façade. The bandages hurt, but were a necessary precaution. If Antonio found out, a number of things could happen. Some good, some bad. And some terrifying. Lovino touched the raw skin. Frowning, the Italian started removing the bandages. Finally I can breathe. As the bandages loosened, they revealed Lovino's secret. She examined the red area under her breasts. Just some chaffing, nothing too bad.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door. "Lovino, rise and shine sleepy head." The Spaniard stood outside his servant's door and waited for a response. Panicking, Lovino (well, really Lovina) quickly wrapped the bandages around her chest, squashing her breasts in order to hide them. "I'm coming bastard, just give me a moment, idiota ficcanaso" she muttered under her breath. Antonio chuckled. "niño tonto…" he said as he walked away.
Lovina huffed. She hated that she had to pretend to be a boy. She wished she could wear dresses and grow her hair out and have a nice, handsome boyfriend like other girls her age. No. she frowned as she got dressed. Silly girls like that were stupid and got hurt. She wasn't like them. She knew better than that. There were more important things, like her brother to worry about. She pushed the girly thoughts from her mind as she walked down the hallway. If being an awkward, pre-teen boy was what she had to do, then dammit she would do it.
She walked into the kitchen and saw Antonio leaning on the counter. He flashed a cheesy grin and wrapped an arm around her. "there's my little dormilón." Lovin couldn't help but blush as the Spaniard held her. She pushed him away and snarled. "Hands off me, strisciamento." Antonio laughed and shrugged. "I forgot, you're not the affectionate type." Lovina frowned as she picked at the bread on the table. "You forget that every day, bastardo" she grumbled and glared at him. Antonio simply walked over and mussed her hair. "I'm going to go visit Francis today. So stay out of trouble and try to get some work done, ok chico perezoso?" Lovina brushed his hand away and shrugged. "No promises, stronzo."
Antonio rolled his eyes and smirked as he headed for the door. "Adios Lovino." Lovina watched as he exited and sighed. How much longer will I be able to keep this up? I told him I was eleven when I first started and it's been over two years now. Sure, some boys are late bloomers, but I bloomed lot as a girl… Lovino looked down at her chest. Her curves were setting in. He was bound to realize soon that sixteen year old girls didn't have the same body type as thirteen year old boys.
If he found out, she'd have to leave. There was no way she was sticking around if he knew. Lovina sighed and rested her chin on the table as she rolled a tomato around in her hand. She didn't want to leave. Antonio was nice to her and gave her plenty of food. She didn't have to work too hard and Antonio spoiled her. He was also strong and handsome…
Lovina picked her head up and cursed herself. he's an idiot, idiot! Why woud you want anything to do with him? Lovina dragged herself to the closet and pulled out a bucket and a mop. And he thinks you're a boy. A stupid, non-female boy. Her eyes fell as her head drooped. She leaned against the mop as her head started to ache. She ignored the pain and started to clean the floor of the main entranceway of the large manor. "Maledetto bastardo. Perchè devo sempre per pensare a lui e alla sua faccia stupida" she grumbled as she mopped. Her mind wandered as she completed her chores. Maybe she'd do something nice for him today. After all, he wasn't even mad after she broke that vase a few days back. Lovina pondered what good deed she could perform as she dusted the stairway. Maybe I'll cook him a nice dinner…that's it! Some nice pasta! At least there's one thing I'm good at…
Lovina smiled as she moved on to dusting the dining room. She felt good and started humming to her favorite song. As she continued to dust around the large house, her humming grew louder until she was singing.
Nel cor più non mi sento
Brillar la gioventù;
Cagion del mio tormento,
Amor, sei colpa tu.
Her sweet soprano voice rang through the house. She loved to sing, but rarely had the opportunity. If Antonio ever heard her…that could be disastrous.
Mi pizzichi, mi stuzzichi,
Mi pungichi, mi mastichi;
Che cosa è
Questo ahimè?
She wondered if he would like her singing. She hoped he would. Lovina felt sad thinking about him. A part of her wished they'd met in another way. She wished he could see her as a girl…No. As a young woman. She worked her way up the stairs as she finished her song.
Pietà, pietà, pietà!
She smiled as she reached her favorite part of the song. She couldn't help but smile as she leaned against the banister. She loved how cheesy the final words were. She put on her best damsel in distress act as she continued.
Amore è un certo che
She extended the last note of the line and let the notes flow from her mouth like all the opera singers did. Pleased with the sound, she finished her song.
Che disperar mi fa.
As soon as the last note escaped her lips she heard the door swing open and Antonio call out "Lovino I'm home!"
Thanks for reading! Below, I'm going to list translations. The song was "Nel cor più non mi sento"
I sing and I've been working on that particular song for awhile (yeah, I sing opera. Impressed? :D)
idiota ficcanaso: nosy idiot
niño tonto: silly boy
dormilón: sleepyhead
strisciamento: creep
chico perezoso: lazy boy
stronzo: asshole
Maledetto bastardo. Perchè devo sempre per pensare a lui e alla sua faccia stupida?: Damn Bastard. Why do I always have to think about him and his stupid face?
Song: Why feels my heart so dormant? No fire of youth divine?Thou cause of all my tormentO Love, the fault is thine!He teases me, he pinches me. He squeezes me, he wrenches me. What tortures I must bear!Have done, Have done, Have done!Thou, Love, art surely oneWill drive me to despair!