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Hello to all of you who are reading this! This is the first story I'm putting up! Hope it's not too horrible!
I Do Not Own Hetalia Nor Do I Own The Song
It was the same as any other day, the same as every Friday afternoon. Lovino leaned back on the black leather couch, his bored looking hazel eyes glued to the television as the bright pictures flashed across the screen. Even though it was only 2 o' clock in the afternoon, dark red velvet curtains hung over the windows, blocking any sunlight from streaming in.
Knowing what time it was, Lovino was subconsciously listening for any sound. That sound soon came, the dark wood of the front door flinging open as someone noisily scrambled inside.
"…My universe will never be the same, I'm glad you came, I'm glad you came!"
The sound of his friend's singing rang throughout the house as Lovino sighed in exasperation. "Glad you came" by The Wanted had been his friend's favorite song ever since he first heard it. Lovino's spanish friend came walking down the hall in a plain red tee shirt and black jeans, and stood in front of Lovino, smiling as he hummed the song. After a few seconds, he hit the pause button on his green Ipod , turning to his friend on the couch. "Hola, Amigo!~" He greeted cheerily, quickly running his fingers through his messy brown hair. Lovino didn't reply, crossing his arms over his chest as he leaned over to one side, trying to see past him to the Tv.
Stepping to the side, the Spaniard stood in his way again, a cheeky grin on his face. "Guess where we're going tonight!~" He smiled. Lovino gave up on watching Tv and looked up. "I don't know, Antonio. We're not going to Gilbert's damn house again, are we?" He shook his head in reply. "Nope!~ We're going over to Vlad's house!~"
Lovino looked at his friend as if he had just said the craziest thing ever. "Why the hell are we going there?" He growled questioningly. Antonio's smile seemed to get impossibly bigger as he asked the question, sitting down next to his friend on the couch. "Well~…."
"Damn it, just answer the question," Lovino growled. Antonio rolled his eyes, his smiling faltering a bit, but he still seemed overjoyed at what he was about to say. "The Magic Club is having a meeting tonight, and I was going to take you with me!~ Don't you wonder what they do, Lovi?" Lovino sighed in aggrivation, ignoring Antonio's question.
Why did it have to be magic? The last time they had gone over to Aurthur's house, Lovino had ended up drinking some potion that gave him cat ears and a tail. He had been way past angry, but Antonio had been ecstatic. "At least it wasn't one of the deadly potions…" Lovino remembered the Brit commenting as he trailed off guiltily, looking around his kitchen.
"Fine, I'll go," Lovino growled at his friend, who had been blabbering on about something to himself for the past five minuites, not even noticing Lovino wasn't paying attention. "Yay!~" Antonio replied happily, hugging his Italian friend before getting up off the couch. "We're going to Vlad's place at 7 o' clock, so make sure you're ready!~" With those final words, the Spaniard ran out of the living room, hitting play on his Ipod again as he closed the door leading into his room, his singing still audible from down the hallway. "I-I'm not drinking anything when we get over there!" Lovino yelled after his friend. He heard a quiet chuckle, and then there was the sound of the shower turning on. "Ok, Amigo!~"
Lovino sighed, leaning back against the couch, and returning his attention back to the television in front of him. What am I getting myself into?
Hello there again! I realize that this chapter is kinda short, but they will get longer, I promise! If you liked this chapter or have any tips on my writing, please review!