Rating: T for sexual themes.
Pairings: Prumano (fem!Prussia x fem!South Italy), Spamano (fem!Spain x fem!South Italy), GerIta (fem!North Italy x Germany) and mentions of FrUK (fem!France x fem!England)
Warnings (and things worth mentioning): Alcohol, cussing and smoking. This is a high school AU. A lot of genderbending.
Summary: Lovina thought she'd found the one with her idiot girlfriend, Isobel. It's just her luck that a sharp-tongued German had to waltz into her life like it was already her property.
Accidental: Chapter 1
"Lovina, please! Mama and papa won't let me go if you don't come!"
Lovina sighs and thins her lips, crossing her arms over her chest stubbornly. She sits, gaze fiery and level. Felicia stands at the foot of her bed in her prettiest dress with her hair braided, ready to go if it weren't for the fact that, well, she wasn't going anywhere. Not anymore.
"I already have plans, idiot! Isobel invited me over!"
"You're only allowed to go to Isobel's because they don't know she's you-"
"Felicia!"
Checkmate.
Felicia's been begging Lovina for help for the last fifteen minutes and now she's finally caught her out. The younger Italian wants to stay at her boyfriend Ludwig's house tonight but their parents, being overprotective as they are, won't let her go alone. Lovina's only allowed to stay with Isobel because she was smart enough to keep her mouth shut about their relationship. But now Felicia's threatening to out her which, in the older girl's opinion, is a total dick move.
The two sisters glower at one another, equally feisty and equally stubborn. Lovina knows when she's been beaten but accepting failure isn't something she's great at.
"... When are you leaving?" She asks grudgingly, dropping her gaze to where her hands are twisting and untwisting the duvet. The prospect of third wheeling at someone else's house for a whole night is nerve wracking.
"Like, now!" Felicia announces, already racing out the room to inform her parents of the development. She's always been good at talking Lovina around, even if it involves some underhand methods.
Fifteen minutes later and they're walking down the street, Felicia bouncing around excitedly while Lovina drags her feet. Apparently the Beilschmidt's house is only ten minutes away from theirs but she's never seen it before- not that she goes out much. Isobel had been sad when she'd had to cancel but seemed to have a backup plan of inviting Francine over, anyway.
"Don't worry, Lovi, Ludwig has a big sister too! Maybe you guys can be friends!"
Felicia's rambling, seeming to pick up on Lovina's sour mood.
"Huh. 'Cause I'm so good at making friends." She snaps, hands stuffed deep in her pockets so her little sister can't see how she digs her fingernails into her palms like a coping mechanism.
"Don't worry about it! Ludwig says Jules is really awesome. So maybe you guys could chill while me and Lud watch movies?"
"The- What?! Like fuck I'm going into to 'chill' with some guy's big sister for a whole night! Jesus Christ, 'Licia!"
When they arrive, Felicia knocks nearly 10 times and then proceeds to ring the bell until Ludwig opens the door, obviously expecting it to be her with the racket she made. He smiles at the younger before his expression tightens into formality, turning to Lovina.
"Hallo. Uh, thank you for coming along so Felicia could come tonight. I hope it wasn't too much of an inconvenience."
She's about to tell him that yes, this is a total inconvenience and that there are a million places else she'd rather be, but Felicia butts in before she can even open her mouth. Typical.
"Lovina was really excited to come! I told her about Jules and she said that she totally doesn't mind chilling with her while we watch movies!"
"Wha-"
"Oh, really?" The kid looks fucking delighted and Lovina feels scorned because is her little sister blackmailing her?! "That's very kind of you. Of course, you and Jules can watch movies with us as well. I'll go and get her."
The moment that Ludwig disappears, Lovina snarls at Felicia, eyes spitting fire.
"I can't spend the fucking night with a stranger! What the fuck?! I swear to fucking god if mama finds ou-"
"Finds out about you and Isobel? I know! It'd be such a shame if you couldn't stay there anymore!"
"I agreed to stay the night, isn't tha-"
Their conversation is cut short with Ludwig returning down the stairs, seemingly wary of how Lovina is hissing at her little sister.
"Everything okay?" He asks uncomfortably and Felicia nods perkily, reaching out to take his hand which makes him fucking blush, Jesus Christ what a fucking virgin.
"Is Jules coming?" Felicia asks as they start making their way to a big room with couches and beanbags and an oversized television.
"Ja, she'll be down in a bit."
The moment Lovina takes her shoes, coat and bag off and has sat down on a beanbag as far from Felicia and Ludwig as possible, she has her phone out to text her girlfriend.
'God help me Isa this night's going to be torture'
'Aw, c'mon, it can't be that bad!'
'They're already fucking snuggling!'
'That's so cute! Can you send me a picture?'
'No, idiot!'
Luckily Lovina kicks up a fuss when Felicia picks 'Clueless' to watch and Ludwig doesn't seem so keen either. They choose 'Inception' which will probably confuse Felicia but she says that Leonardo DiCaprio is good looking enough for it to be worth it. They've been watching (well, Felicia's already trying to work her way onto Ludwig's lap and Lovina's still texting) the movie for twenty minutes when the door swings open, casting some light into the dark room. Felicia glances up for a moment, Ludwig turns his head to smile at the newcomer and Lovina looks up and blinks in surprise.
Jules enters the room quietly enough, being followed in by two big dogs before shutting the door behind her. The older girl stares at the television for a moment to pick up the plot, having seen the movie a few times before.
"Good choice." She commends as she plops down on the empty couch, patting the spaces next to her for the dogs to clamber up.
"Hi, Jules!" Felicia chirps over an important line from Ariadne, making Lovina scowl.
"Hey, Felicia." The elder smiles, voice rough with what Lovina guesses from the heavy scent of smoke that followed the girl in, cigarettes. "Und hello...?" She starts politely, inclining her head towards the older Italian.
"Lovina." She replies curtly, tearing her gaze away from the other girl. It's just that... Is her hair silver? And when their eyes had met, Lovi could have sworn she had seen red.
"Hey, Lovina." Jules grins, noticing the lingering gaze. She's used to it- there aren't many albinos going around.
"H-hi..." She mumbles, taking a moment before unlocking her phone and starting to text Isobel again.
'The big sister's here now. Jules. Albino?'
'Si! So she's the one you're going to be hanging out with tonight?'
'No.'
'Is she hot?'
'Isobel!'
'I'll take that as a yes! Don't stare too long, I'll get jealous!'
The movie trails on and Lovina's hungry and bored. Felicia's already questioned the plot multiple times because she's too busy trying to plant one on Ludwig who's too embarrassed to do anything in front of their sisters. Jules has sat petting the dogs and fidgeting with her phone. Sighing, the older Italian reaches behind her to pull her hair out of its ponytail, annoyed at how the ends of it tickle the nape of her neck. Working deftly she braids it into sections and pulls them together in a bun.
"How did you do that?"
The demand comes from behind her and Lovina turns to Jules with a frown. "Do what?"
"With your hair."
Blinking, the Italian scrutinises Jules blankly. She wears her long silver hair messy and unkempt- it's no wonder she has no idea how to braid and style.
"You just take sections at different intervals and braid them one at a time, then they should all come up and you tie them... Then wrap this one around, and use a pin." She explains slowly before turning back to the movie.
Several minutes later she hears Jules hissing and turns around again. She's got a pale finger tangled in a matted braid and Lovina snorts.
"Idiot." She sneers. Jules pouts a little as she works her finger out of the mess, whining.
"Can you show me?"
"No."
"Bitte?"
"I don't even know what that means."
"Please." Supplies Ludwig, reminding the auburn haired girl that he and Felicia are still in the room. Felicia's smirking at her in this weird way that makes her want to rip the expression right off her stupid face. Slowly and painfully. In a very loving, sisterly way. Even Ludwig's smiling a little and god, what are they even looking at?
There's a prolonged silence in which Ludwig grows awkward and turns back to the movie, but Felicia and Jules continue to stare at her, causing a blush to rise up to the tips of her ears.
"If I get my fingers stuck..." She threatens, standing up to stand behind the couch to get a better vantage point to style Jules' hair.
She does in fact get her fingers stuck. Multiple times. And Jules complains more than is really acceptable about how 'it hurts'. Maybe Lovina's a bit rough with the silver strands but honestly, it's not that bad.
"Stop being such a baby." She scolds as she braids the last section, starting to twist them into place now. "Do you have a pin?"
She's beyond embarrassed. She doesn't even know this girl and here she is, playing fucking hairdresser. And Felicia won't stop looking at her with that stupid little smile. Won't Ludwig just turn around and kiss her already to distract her a bit?
"Nein." Jules shrugs and Lovina groans.
"How do you expect this to stay up,then?!"
"Do I look like I know?"
They bicker for a few minutes and by the time Jules has her hair all pinned up, Lovina's hair is loose around her shoulders, straightened out and plain. Pulling it over one shoulder she sits down again, never wearing her hair down unless she's asleep. Tonight just had to be stupidly uncomfortable, didn't it? She texts Isobel a few times but the Spanish girl doesn't reply- looks like her and Francine have finally found something to do. Chewing the inside of her lip she keeps her eyes fixed on the screen, but Inception's pretty much over. Cobb's about to see his children again and this scene usually makes her cry but this time she's too distracted by how awkward she feels.
"We should order a pizza." Jules suggests the moment the credits start to roll and Felicia agrees straight away, Ludwig shrugging and Lovina grudgingly agreeing. She's probably projecting here but it feels like every time she goes to someone else's house they want to order pizza like that's all Italians eat. Stupid fucks. The elder German leaves the room to order and Felicia clambers down from the couch to kneel next to Lovina, grinning.
"You like her."
"No I don't! Jesus, Felicia, her fucking brother is right. There!"
"Ludwig thinks so too. Don't you, Lud?"
"What?"
"Just say yes!"
"'Licia, I don't know if you forgot but the entire reason I'm here is because I already have a girlfriend and I didn't want you to rat me out to mama and papa." She hisses. Frowning, Felicia straightens up, moving to go back to the couch.
"Jules is gay, you know."
"I don't care!"
"Oi, 'Vina, what pizza do you want?"
The call comes from the kitchen and Lovina jumps at the interruption to their little argument. She hadn't heard any of that, had she...?
"I don't know, what can I get?" She yells back.
"Come look at the menu, yeah?"
Sighing, the older Italian stands, glaring at Felicia when she smirks at her, walking out of the room only to stare blankly at the different doors lining the walls.
"Uh... Where are you?" She yells, looking around nervously. She really hates new places...
"Here!" Jules calls, her silver head popping out of the room two doors to the left. Feeling stupid, Lovina enters the kitchen. The place is open plan, it shouldn't have been so hard to find the German, especially as she wasn't exactly quiet as she raked through a drawer of takeout menus to find the right one.
Jules is smoking with the window open, having set the menu on the counter. Lovina wrinkles her nose at the thick scent, finally being able to get a better look at the other girl. She's taller than herself and her eyes are indeed red. She has her nose pierced and she can see the ends of tattoos emerging from under her sleeves.
"You have a tattoo?" She blurts out before she can help herself, one hand on the menu she hasn't even glanced at yet.
"Huh? Yeah, I have a couple." She grins, lifting up the sleeve to reveal lines of inked feathers that wrap around her triceps and come up onto her shoulders. Then she's lifting up her shirt and turning to show the wings sprouting from her sharp shoulder blades and Lovina goes between staring at the feathers and the clips of her black bra. Flushing dark red, she notices a small tattoo of two symmetrical eagle heads facing away from one another peeking out from the waistband of Jules' jeans.
"Wow. Tramp stamp." She comments with a scathing tone, trying to mask how she can't stop staring. Jules drops her shirt and turns to her, raising her eyebrows.
"Tramp? Really? I think it's interesting that we have to shame women for where they get their tattoos. And what's it to anyone how many people have seen it? Hm?"
Well, she hadn't been expecting that. Her cheeks light up like a Christmas tree and she crosses her arms over her ribs to hide her shaking hands. "Sorry. They're... Nice." She mumbles, turning to look at the menu, ducking so her hair covers her blush. "Did you not get ID'd for them?" She asks, trying to divert the attention away from her blunder.
"ID'd? Well, uh, yeah... But I'm legal, so."
"You're 18?"
"Yes?"
"Oh."
She chooses a pepperoni pizza because she's too distracted to decide on anything more elaborate. The words are all meshing into one on the laminate page and she's trying not to shake. Lovina's a bit of a rude girl but she never means to offend people and get sassed to hell for it. And if she was honest with herself, the tattoos were hot. Really hot. She blushes even darker and bites her lip.
"Lovina?"
She's jerked from her reverie and looks up at Felicia, now back in the movie room. Her little sister's holding up two DVD boxes- 'Brave' and 'Tangled'. Trust her to go for cutesy animated films. She considers the titles for a moment before choosing 'Tangled' even though she's seen it well over 10 times.
"Do we have to watch this?" Complains Jules once the pizza has arrived. She's sitting on the floor near Lovina now, eating her second slice of pizza already while Lovina and Felicia are still working on their first.
"Jules, don't whine." Scolds Ludwig, and you could have honestly believed he was the older sibling.
"But I've seen it so many times!" The older German groans around a mouthful of pepperoni pizza that's technically meant to be Lovina's.
"Close your mouth whilst eating!"
"Whatever, mum." Ludwig flinches at the remark and Jules looks apologetic for a moment. Felicia doesn't comment so Lovina doesn't either.
"What do you want to do, Jules?" Asks Felicia light heartedly, bringing life to the conversation again just in time.
"I don't know..." Grumbles the older German. "You guys are still kids, why don't we do something kid-ish?"
"I'm not a kid!" Snaps Lovina indignantly.
"May as well be. You're younger than me."
"By a fucking year! Less, probably!"
Somehow they end up sitting in a circle on the floor and Jules has brought beer into the room and Tangled is still on in the background while they eat pizza. Currently Ludwig's refusing the beer being pushed at him by his sister and Felicia accepted the beer way too easily (much to Lovina's discomfort, being the good big sister.) As predicted neither of the Italians really like it but the German insists it'll grow on them as she pretty much forces a gulp of beer down Ludwig's throat. Lovina thinks he really needs to loosen the fuck up, he's not even that underage.
"Don't tell vati." Jules warns as she lights a cigarette, the smoke curling up towards the ceiling.
"Jules, you know how he is about odours..."
"He won't be back for days and you know it." Snaps Jules, surprisingly curt. She takes another drink of her beer before loosening up again. "We should play a game. Y'know, 'truth or dare', something stupid. The more beer we drink the funnier it'll be."
"Si! Let's do that!"
"No, let's not."
"Nein..."
They argue over it a bit. Jules and Felicia are obviously the best at manipulating out of the four of them because truth or dare comes out on top. Doing what she thinks is a favour, the older German girl offers to ask first.
"Ludwig. Truth or dare?" She grins toothily and the Italian sisters listen with interest. Lovina expects he'll choose truth because he's too much of a pansy to do much else.
"Truth." Called it.
"Boring..." Jules chides. "Alright. Not that I really need to ask, but you're of age now, so... Are you a virgin?" Lovina almost snorts. The boy can barely touch Felicia without looking like he's holding back a boner.
"W-what?! I'm not telling you that!" He splutters, turning pink.
"Just tell, Luddy! We won't judge!" Presses Felicia cheerfully, smiling and nudging his arm with her dainty shoulder.
"B-but that-"
"You chose truth, dipshit!"
"It's the rules, Lud."
"Fine! Yes! I'm a virgin."
"Called it." Mumbles Lovina, forgetting her verbal filter.
"What's that supposed to mean?!" Oh no.
"Anyway!" Felicia to the rescue. Again. "Who do you want to ask, Luddy?"
It goes on like this. Ludwig asks Jules who chooses dare and so has to run down the street with her top off. Jules chooses Lovina who chooses truth and has to admit she's watched porn before ("Just once! And it was an accident! And it was gross!"). Lovina chooses Ludwig who chooses truth, again... Felicia has to sit in Ludwig's lap for 3 rounds, Ludwig has to kiss Felicia ("With tongue!") And Felicia makes several attempts at getting Lovina and Jules into a compromising position.
"Beer tastes like shit." Lovina slurs two hours later, swaying in her spot on the floor. Tangled finished so Felicia put Brave on when Ludwig went to the bathroom and Jules and Lovi were in a heated argument about something or other.
"Then why've you drunk so much?" Jules teases, only tipsy herself.
"You've drunk more than me..."
"No, you definitely had more."
"No..."
"Me and Luddy are going to bed now!" Felicia announces from the couch where her and Ludwig have been cuddling somewhat drunkenly for the past hour. Felicia didn't drink much but once Lud loosened up it was like he wouldn't stop. Lovina drank to ease her nerves. It was working.
"Don' touch my sister when she sleep'n...!" The Italian snaps at their retreating forms, glowering at the way Ludwig puts his hand on Felicia's lower back.
Once the two younger siblings are gone Lovina flops backwards on her beanbag, feeling her back crack. Jules is sitting on the beanbag next to hers with her feet tucked under herself, a beer in her hand. She places the bottle down and searches in the folds of the seat until she finds her cigarettes and lighter, ignoring the Italian's lazy gaze that follows her movements.
"Can I have one?" Jules looks up at her with raised brows, smirking around the cigarette pursed between her lips.
"You don't smoke."
"Jus' lemme have one."
She coughs on the first few pulls and she thinks if it weren't for the fact that she's very, very drunk she would be disgusted with herself right now. She reaches for Jules' beer, her own one finished, and gulps at it, swatting the German's hands away when she tries to reclaim the bottle.
"So where're your other tattoos?" She asks with a sudden rush of confidence.
Jules smirks, removing the cigarette from her lips. Giving Lovina a steady once over, she shrugs as if to say 'why not?'
"You wanna see them?"
First she shows the triforce inked onto the outside of her ankle. Then the word Löwenherz ("It means lionheart in German.") inscribed on the inside of her left wrist. She slides her shirt off fully this time so Lovina can see the wings in their entirety.
"And then I have two here, one on each thigh." She tells the Italian, patting the fronts of her thighs.
"Can't I see them?"
"I'd have to, like, take my jeans off...?"
"Cool."
They share a look, Lovina's eyes challenging whilst Jules looks amused. Eventually her pale hands go to the zipper of her jeans, revealing the front of black underwear to match her bra. The Italian stares a little too long before following the path of descending denim over long pale legs, exposing two detailed sugar skulls in dark, rich colours. Without thought she reaches out to touch them, feeling soft, cold skin under her tan fingers. Jules lets out a whisper of a sigh at the gentle touch and Lovina's eyes drag all the way up her lithe body to her face where a blush has crept across her cheeks and freckly nose.
And then Lovina's leaning up out of her beanbag, eyes half lidded as she places a hand on the back of Jules' neck, pulling her closer until their noses bump and she tilts her head and then there's a pair of chapped lips on her own and oh. Almost straight away she feels bony hands on her waist and they're falling backwards into the Italian's beanbag, Lovina's thighs bracketing Jules' hips. Teeth scrape down her lower lip and there's tongue and she can taste cigarette smoke and beer and pizza but it doesn't put her off for some reason.
It goes on like this for what feels like a lifetime. Jules' hands are steady and confident whilst Lovina's are shaky and frantic in their quest to drag her fingertips over every inch of the German's skin. She whines as cool palms stroke into the hollows of her hips where her skirt has been crumpled to, breath hitching when Jules traces a line down her jugular with her tongue. There's a hand drifting towards her inner thigh and she shivers in anticipation until there's ringing and she's confused.
Jules sits up, leaving her cold, and reaches for the phone lying on the floor next to them. She scrutinises the screen which seems to have a sobering effect on her and then the German's standing up and picking up her clothes and leaving and Lovina doesn't get it. She picks up the phone and looks at the screen just as Jules had done and pales a little. 'Call from Idiot' and there's the picture that Isobel took of them kissing blinking up at her, illuminating the dark room. Now she feels sober, too.
