"What the hell have I gotten myself into...I-I'm married...for the love of god, Bella...it needs to be my stupid husband's!"
The Belgium female watched as her friend's Italian wife flailed her arms a little, stomping back and forth, and an angry murderous pace. Yes, these were the hormones talking, well...partially.
Due to the mafia influence, Lovina Vargas, also known as the southern half of Italy, was a very angry and tsundere girl...perhaps her temper was as bad as America's love of burgers...or as irrational as Belarus and her desires to marry Russia.
She lets out an annoyed sigh as she tries to think back to how she had gotten into this fine little mess.

Lovina Romano Vargas-Ferdinand-Carreido...currently married to Antonio Ferdinand-Carriedo, also known as the human representative of Spain. He had watched over her for so many years, and after years of trying to win her heart, he succeeds, however their marriage is far from perfect.
Being nations, means that they are busy with work, well Spain is flooded each day, and on top of that, he works extra jobs and various other little side jobs.
Lovina, being the older sister of Felicia, gets only half of the work for the entire nation. Why? Because one, Felicia and paperwork never mix, and two, she is scared if Lovina becomes a 'retired nation' she will die or disappear, and family is everything to Felicia.

Lovina is tired of how her husband is never home, and misses him. Even worse? Whenever she want 'alone tine' with him...he's too tired.
She starts to feel alone, and even more miserable...yes, she loves him...but he promised to say 'no' to his boss sometimes!
Feeling tears, she cries alone, for what felt like an eternity, a perpetual moment of sorrow, loneliness, and misery.
In her darkest day, she calls her sister.

"S-sorella..." she hiccups by accident in the midst of her tears. "A-Antonio...I-I miss him!"

"Lovi...please don't cry." she could hear the sadness in her little sister. "Ve...why don't you talk to him?"

"He's too dam tired.!"

"Talk to his boss?"

"Slave-driving douche!"

"Uh...have a baby?"

Lovina nearly dropped the phone. A...a baby? In her lonely depression, this had felt like the best idea in the world.

"C-chigi!..."

"V-Ve...sorella...don't be mad"

"Grazie sorella..." and with that Lovina hung up.

She was in the middle of making dinner, expecting to be alone, when the door opened. Expecting, or rather hoping to see her idiot of a husband, she is disappointed to see an unfamiliar, no very familiar, just she wished he were unfamiliar, person.

"What is it Vodka-bas-" she stopped herself. This was Ivan-crazy-mofo-Braginski! You don't mess with him, unless you had a death wish, or were crazy! Or Belarus...she was her own category of crazy.

"My car broke down..." he had that creepy smile. "Can I borrow your phone?"

With a small glare, she hands it to him, and went back to making dinner. After a few minutes she felt a weird creepy presence, and turned to see Russia behind her.
"What the hell!" she put up the wooden spoon in a frantic defensive way.

With a dark chuckle, Russia handed back the phone, before sitting down. "That smells nice...soup, da?"

"Yes...but you can't just invite yourself in...!" Lovina was losing her patience each second. How dare he walk in, scare her half to death, and then demand to be fed. Hell no! "You asked for the phone...now please...go away!" with a dark chuckle, he simply stares back, his childish grin and those creepy purple eyes. 'What was he doing?' she started to feel scared, she was alone, helpless, and stuck with Russia. This was like hell to her right now. "I-Ivan..."

"Da?"

She let out a sigh, Why did he have to be so difficult? He wasn't like her idiot husband, who would do anything and everything for her, no questions asked. Why did Ivan have to act like a child?

"Sit down..." she let out another annoyed sigh. "just...sit down." taking out another bowl, even though she had only made enough for herself, she put some of the soup in, before walking over to him, nearly slamming the soup down, and getting her own, sitting across the table.

"Thank you~"

"Yeah...whatever..."

She tried to ignore him as best she could, but he kept staring at her with that creepy smile.

"W-what?" she finally had enough. He had been staring at her for a good five minutes, and that creepy man-child smile!

"Become one with mother Russia?"

"..."

"What? No!" she stood up, glaring. He seemed unphased as she took the empty dishes, slammed them into the sink, and viciously attacked them with soap and water, scrubbing them furiously with a sponge.

He chuckled before moving closer to her.

"I wonder..." he mused as he gripped the curl, causing the bowl to fall in the sink with a clank. The sponge soon joined the other dishes. He chuckled at her gasps and her attempts the bite down on her lip. "all bark, but no bite, da?" he continued to play with her curl.

"S-sto-stop it d-damn it." he grabbed onto the counter her knuckles turning white as she gripped for dear life. "c-chigi!" she let go to try to push him away, but sadly the counter was the only support Lovina had, her knees, violently shaking, gave out, and she ended up nearly collapsing.

Ivan chuckled as he caught the flustered Italian, noticing how red her cheeks had gotten, and how her anger seemed to have subsided, if only for a moment. Maybe that curl was like an anger switch? He had to try it again. He had to see what it really did. -plus his creepy sadistic side was kicking in, but his child-like innocence made him blissfully unaware-. With a chuckle he lifts her up, placing her down into the table. Lovina couldn't fall and hurt herself now...and with a smile, pinches the base of the curl.
"I-Ivan...s-sto-" she was cut off when he took his thumb and pointer finger, and gently pulled on the curl, straightening it a little. "C-chigi..." her breathing seemed to change, almost as if it were more frantic. Trying to stop herself she pulled him closer to her. Bad idea.

'B-bastard...' she thought while burying her face into the scarf, digging her nails, which had been painted green white and red, into his broad shoulders. 'w-why won't he leave that alone...' with each pull she felt herself crying into the scarf. No. This can't be happening. He can't really be doing this to her. No. He can't. Wait...did he stop?
She looked up and noticed the cold frown.

"Why is my angry little sunflower crying?" he placed a gloved hand over one of the warm tear trails. "Tears don't suit you, da?"

"H-how *hic*...h-how can you not know?" she felt a cold empty pit on the inside of her stomach, like she was going to be sick. "y-you bastard. T-that was an erogenous zone y-you were violating."

"Angry sunflower?"

"Go away!"

"Angry sunflower?..."

"Vaffanculo!"

"Are you near the door?"

"No...w-wh-"

The sound of metal hitting the dour could be heard. Lovina let out a shriek as she watched the door get smashed to bits. Running at the sign of a glint of steel. She threw open the bathroom door slamming it shut and locking it. She had to get out. She had to.

Escape. Escape. There had to be a way. There just had to. The window! Yes...the perfect escape! Opening it, she looked at the door, before looking down. Ok it wasn't a bad jump, but still. Getting her legs out of the window, she skid through, feeling the soft grass under her legs. Staggering forward, she started to run right as she heard the door starting to break.

"S-sorella!" Lovina pounded on Felicia's door. "Sorella! Open up damn it!"

The door opened and Lovina nearly flipped out.

"Put a shirt on potato bastard!"

"Ve?" Felicia appeared behind Ludwig. "S-sorella? We were just taking a siesta..." with a groggy yawn she rubbed her amber eyes. Her hair seemed disheveled, and something she wasn't used to seeing. Even the curl was messy. "Sorella?"

"L-let me in! B-before he finds me!" she frantically made her way in looking outside as if Freddy Krueger or Jason Vorhees were after her. "H-hide me!"
She dived under the table, and as if bad luck, Ivan was there.

"Pryvet Ludwig~"

"Ivan" Ludwig replied with the same emotionless cautious tone.

"Have you seen Lovina?" he mused smiling.

"Ve~ yes" Felicia giggles. "She was here~ I'll go ge-"

"Felicia" Ludwig cut in. "We haven't seen Lovina in days..." he leaned in to kiss her cheek, or so it appeared; he whispered for her to go with what he said. "Sorry Ivan...we just got up, and she had a dream about seeing her sister..." he tried to make up a story about how Felicia was convinced Lovina was there, but it was just a dream.
"Shame..." Ivan frowned. "Tell her I wish to see her~" and with that he left.

With a tired groan, Ludwig shut the door. "Lovina...come out."

"I swear to god if you deflowered my baby sorella, I will castrate you!"

A.N And I am back...

stupid hurricane irene...took my power for 29+ hours...