((A/N: My God! It's been soooo long since I've updated, or written a fic! I'm so so sorry,
everyone who I dissapointed while waiting for updates! I promise I'll get back to work with the coming new year! Okay? In all this time, I've had writer's block badly, and have been focusing on new anime and stuff to reinspire myself! I know no one likes long author's notes. but I just had to say I'm sorry! Anyway, this is my first Hetalia fic so be nice! I love Spamano3 This fic is inspired by an amazing song called Sho's lament! RXR! No flames! IMPORTANTE: I've changed my pen name; I used to be Vocaloid-Naruto-Lover, so don't get confused or anything! Still same person! OH AND ROMANO AND LUDWIG JUST KNOW EACHOTHER, okay xD? cuz like I think the bad touch trio's siblings/children/maids should be the next generation bad touch trio xD trololol~READ ON:))
'Why does everything suddenly seem so dull...when you're not here? Stupid big brother...Why do you leave me all alone? I miss you...I miss you.' The cool Autumn breeze tickled the back of a sixteen-year
old Lovino's neck lightly, touseling his short, chocolate brown hair ever so slightly. He sat outside in the backyard of Spain's estate, under the dim cloudy evening, swinging slowly back and forwarth on the little homemade swing tied to a withering apple tree in the small garden part of the yard. It had been raining so much lately...
Rose bushes scattered around him, decorating the tiny, messy, garden section. The air smelled of fresh rosewater, and wet leaves. Lovino sighed deeply and let his hazel-green eyes fully take in his surroundings. So peaceful and beautiful, anyone would be relaxing and enjoying such a beautiful day, but young Lovino couldn't really find any reason to be enjoying himself, he was lonely, and he wasn't used to so much silence. "Why didn't you take me with you..." He murmured allowed, closing his eyes and swallowing back the rising lump in his throat, knowing crying would be pathetic for a big boy like himself and would only leave him with puffy eyes and more depression.
'What's worse...' He thought with a sniff, 'Is that you think I need babysitters! Much less those two idiots!' He opened his eyes and looked over at the back door of the nice, simple house, the one nestled on a hill overlooking the beautiful spanish ocean. Through the glass he could make out his babysitters, Gilbert and Francis, sitting on the couch; playing Go-Fish on the coffee table. He rolled his eyes, but the upset expression never left his soft features.
He bit his lip and looked down at his bare feet, buried in the wet dewdropped grass. He was cold, clad in a simple black tanktop and white knee-length shorts; but for some reason he didn't care. He simply didn't care. He felt he simply couldn't care about anything right now. Oh yes, Lovino Vargas was feeling especially bitchy and careless today, he felt positvely drained. He didn't understand why he suddenly felt this way.
'Maybe I've grown too dependent on Big Brother,' He winced, only ever calling Antonio that in his mind, he thought about how embarrassing it would be if he so much as slipped up and gave the spanish freak the pleasure of actually calling him something so endearing aloud. Lovino promised himself he would never let Antonio know he cared about him in any way possible. Knowing Antonio, he would rant and rant and rant about it until the whole world knew it and everyone would ridicule Lovino for the rest of his pathetic life!
For a minute, however, he wondered if Spain would appreciate it...When he came home...If Lovino gave him a big hug in private and said in a voice dripping with romantic sweetness; "I missed you! I love you, Big Brother!" and Antonio would give one of those extra-special Lovino-only smiles and hug him back tightly...just a little tighter then normal...and say in an even sweeter voice, "Oh, Lovinito! I've missed you too! I love you with all my heart!" Or something weird and cheesy like that, and maybe add in a romantic, slow, deep k-
"Romaaa~!" Came an annoying french accent, as the sliding back door slammed open. Lovino cringed and blushed, feeling as though the french weirdo had been somehow eavesdropping on his thoughts. He scowled over at the smirking blonde in the doorway, quickly standing and composing himself; arms crossed over his chest.
"What do you want, you creep!" "Ooh, so mean! I've hardly even messed with you today, Little Lovi~ You've been out here all emo mourning over-" "SHUT UP!" In less then a second Lovino had ran over to the laughing Francis and tackled him brutually into the house. He pinned the frenchman down and smacked him twice in the head before making a quick escape into the kitchen.
"Le gasp! Little Lovi~! That was very rude! I was simply going to tell you-" came a whine trailing behind him. "Shut the hell up!" Lovino snapped, especially not in the mood to deal with anything worse then his own depression. Gilbert's cackling and more french whining was heard from the living room.
Lovino found escaping to the kitchen ended up not being all he thought it was going to, because in there teenagers Ludwig and Michelle were sitting at the table having a heated arm-wrestling battle. "Ah, Lovino there you are." Ludwig said boredly, not having much trouble pinning Michelle's arm down over and over again. Michelle however, was ranting and raving and pouting, trying with all her might to win for once.
"You're a cheaaaterr!" She complained, tossing a smooth, dark pigtail over her shoulder with a sniff. "Lovi, tell him he's cheating!"
"Nu uh, I don't want any part of your childish crap, Seychelles." Lovino rolled his eyes once more and swung open the fridge, grabbing the nearest soda, opening it and taking a large swig very nonchalantly. He glanced over at the fuming girl long enough to catch her sticking her little pink tongue out at him. Ludwig rested his arms on the table and laid his head ontop of them.
"Oh, and I suppose you're so grown-up, Lovi? Whatever! Anyway, what's your problem? You've been outside half naked all day, and it's freezing; and now you're drinking ORANGE soda? You hate orange soda, Lovi!" Lovino blinked at glanced at the soda can in his hand, noticing for the first time that it was, in fact, orange!
"Oh...hm...You're right," Lovi chuckled softly and slowly took a seat next to Michelle at the table. "I'm just...sleepy,"
Michelle wasn't buying it, but before she could argue any further Ludwig commented quietly, "That is pretty strange. Is it because of Spain?" Michelle face-palmed. "You've done it now!"
Lovino's bored expression quickly turned into an unfriendly glare. "Shut up already! Why does everyone think it's because of him, hm? I don't give a damn about him! I could care less if he got blown up by America at this very moment! Hah! I'd be so lucky! They're probably over there in the conference room, drunkenly poking eachother with pocky sticks!"
Ludwig and Michelle stared at the angry young man in awe. "Well, this is good. That's the most you've said to us all week...and it's already Thursday-" "Just shut up, Ludwig!" The tanner girl cut in.
The younger German brother merely shrugged. Michelle placed a gentle hand on Lovino's shoulder. Lovino seriously considered biting her. "Look, Lovi~ You can talk to us about anything, okay? Just because Ludwig here likes to say dumb things," She snickered. Ludwig shot her an annoyed look. "We're always here for you! So come on, what's wrong?" She gave the young italian a hopeful smile.
"Sh-shut up, Seychelles. I don't need to 'talk about my feelings' like a wuss, thanks. Besides, I'm fine, and I wouldn't tell you raging nerds my feelings even if something was bothering me." His words were harsh but his contented facial features let the other teens know he wasn't trying to offend. Michelle and Ludwig were much used to this already.
Michelle simply nodded and Ludwig sat back in his chair, eyes shifting between his two 'friends' in front of him. Lovino akwardly took another sip of his soda and stared down at the table. Michelle searched Lovino's half-lidded eyes for some sign of explanation. She knew something was up for sure, and unlike Ludwig, she over-cared enough to bother. "Loviiiii~"
"No," He sighed. Michelle pouted with emphasis and began pawing at Lovino's signature curl.
"Seychelles! That's fucking annoying!" He swatted her hand away. She merely giggled a moment, looking at Lovino playfully. Ludwig watched them with a slight smile. She inched her hand close to Lovino's head again, and Lovino glared at her. She burst into contagious giggles, and Ludwig began chuckling too.
Lovino raised an eyebrow, glancing at both of the laughing teens questioningly. "What the hell is so funny?"
"We love you, Lovi! You're so cuuuuuute!" Michelle laughed and tackled said person over off the chair and onto the floor, glomping him and snuggling into his chest. Lovino huffed, but softened quickly, petting one of Michelle's soft pigtails. "Yeah, yeah." He mumbled, blushing with embarrassment.
"Luuuudwiiiig, get down here! You know you want a group huuug!" Lovi scowled, Ludwig grimaced, but when it came to Michelle, you just did what she said...Or else. They knew this well. She was almost as bad as Belarus! Reluctantly Ludwig simply got up and sat next to the couple sprawled on the dining room floor.
"YAY!" Michelle pulled him down into the hug as well, and snuggled her two favorite people lovingly. "I love when I win~"
"KINKY~!" Prussia and France stepped into the kitchen, erupting with a chorus of laughter. Lovino blushed and Michelle giggled, of course Ludwig was downright confused. "Ha! Guess you two are Michelle's bitches, eh?" Gilbert snickered at the way Michelle had the boys on either side of her, her arms wrapped tightly around their waists. Seychelles laughed right along with them. "Oh yes~!"
"OH GOD! You disgusting perverts! I hate all of you!" Lovino turned bright red and quickly stood, stomping away upstairs to his room in a frenzy. He was NOT dealing with those two right now. He had to admit though, as he slammed his door shut and threw himself on the bed, that a group hug with the people he knew most was actually pretty comforting...Though he wished it were Spain who was hugging him so warmly, instead of silly Seychelles.
((Sorry! Bad ending, hmm? DX;; It gets better i promise lol! if you liked it, please RxR! xD no flames!
Spamano Forever! 3 Yeah so, i like the whole Lovino, Michelle, Ludwig friendship thing going on xD Don't worry, more Spamano in the next chapter! And to make it semi-clear, Spain had to go to some like, meeting thingys...i dont know i'm not all that creative xD;; use your imagination! Love you all! Review nicely~ oh and sorry for any screwups, my laptop has a lot of problems! I need a new one!))