Bueno... hola mis bellezas. Una vez mas...
No, I will not translate that. (:
I love you guys, just know that.
So, here I am again.. with another (sad) attempt at a Spamano (WHOO~) fiction.
Don't be expecting such regular updates.. (I'm sorry.) Because school is almost over which means: FINALS. Those dreaded things. Then, I'm off to Europe for three weeks. I'm gonna go visit Arthur, Francis, Feli (not so much Lovi *tear*) and for two days.. Toni~! I'm so excited for Spain d:! I'd send pictures if I could, but I don't know yous. :3 If you want, I'll tell you about the beauties.
Forget me and my life. I bet you want to read the story... Well, why don't I shut up now? Even if you read through this thing. Shutting up, now.
OH WAIT..
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia: Axis Powers or World Series.
Nor do I own 'Romano's Jewelers' the company name I used to title this story.
Don't sue you guys. ): I'm not made of money. Just look at my crappy laptop! :B
Romano's Jewelers.
Chapter 1.
"Man, business is boring." Dusting off my black Alfani suit, I noticed a glint of silver on the right side of my black jacket. It read 'Lovino R. Vargas – Owner.' The shiny diamond rings behind the glass counter caught my attention... If you ask me, diamonds are a little tacky. Then again, I'm a guy. I internally scoffed. Never again will I get down on one knee to only have my heart broken in the end. God, that was the worst day of my life. That bitch. Ran off with another man. I'll never forgive that fucker, even though it has been 3 years since it's happened.
So here I am, on commission, working in my Jeweler's shop, all alone, selling day by day to people... secretly hoping no one would have the same situation I had three fucking years ago.
...Sometimes it's depressing being lonely. But like hell did it stop me when that bitch of an ex-girlfriend quit her job here, broke my heart, and ran off with some other man, only to never ever be heard of again. GOOD! I didn't need that whore! It's better she isn't here anyway! Now there's no one to distract me from my sales. But now I'm low on salesmen... I'm the only one on shift here at the moment and boy is it goddamn boring not talking to others... well, bossing around... actually being bitchy. No wonder I'm lonely and lacking. I'm totally a person-repellent. But I still manage to be in sales? Go figure.
Maybe it's because of my awesome Italian taste. Yep... that's why people still come to me for my opinions. I wonder how many marriages I've saved by helping the poor, confused, distasteful bastards those women call boyfriends.
And they surprisingly come back to tell me thanks just to be answered with a mumble of congratulations to the happy, engaged couple.
It may seem like I hate people, but not enough for situations like these.
"Come on, people, I need to make some money too." I mumbled to myself with my hand supporting my chin and elbow on the counter. My eye lids started to feel heavy... "Maybe I can take a small nap, since no one is here..." I let my head slowly fall to the glass counter. The contact between my forehead and the shiny surface made a loud thud.
"Ow... fuck." This position isn't very comfortable... And my head fucking hurts now. Great.
I heard footsteps. It was probably one of my employees. They might as well go home. There's no business here, today.
The footsteps kept coming closer, and I was just about to groan that they shouldn't bother... but a voice interrupted me. "Ahh~ excuse me." Did I just hear a squiggle? "~" My head snapped up, and I didn't even bother putting on a smile, nor did I scowl... I haven't had a customer in a while, I wasn't going to lose a sale because of my stupid personality.
My eyes quickly trailed across the stranger's body. I was not checking him out. Relax! It's how I know what kind of person they are. Sheesh. I've got an unnatural talent for reading people. And I have to use it for business purposes.. I don't use it for my own means! Pffffft. Why would I ever do that?
By the looks of this guy, he's pretty wealthy, but not too much. He's Spanish, looks a little out-going. And with his speech pattern and "~", he makes me think he's gullible and a moron. Go figure. I wonder what bitch got his claws into this piece of art. Wait, what? I haven't called a man a "piece of art" in years, like... before I dated my ex-girlfriend. Oh, yeah you're leading to the right conclusions.. Yes, you got that right, idiots. I'm bi-sexual. But it still doesn't give me a purpose to check this guy out! Well, none of my customers.. it's a fucking jewelry store! Like where you buy diamonds and rings.
I finally looked the stranger in the eyes only to find myself lost in those beautiful green orbs. And I wasn't the only one gawking at the other. This stranger in front of me couldn't take his eyes off of me either. His eyes were so wide, I was almost convinced there was like a fucking fire behind me. And I was about to look behind me too. Except I just couldn't tear my eyes away from this man.. No I refuse to like him.
He finally looked down at the diamond rings in the counter between us and I could make out a faint pinkish tone appear on his cheeks. Which only triggered myself to blush, just a little.
So, Spanish, sexy, and gay? You know how I know? Because a man wouldn't blush by just seeing another man. I allowed a quick roll of my eyes as he was still staring at the impressive diamonds, with a small smile on his lips.
"Here to buy an engagement ring?" What a stupid question to ask. Of course he was gonna buy a stupid ring. Not to look at my horrid self. But the Spanish man just nodded at me with a dashing smile, and continued looking at the jewelry.
I had to keep talking... I really need this customer... "So, who's the lucky..." I'm not even sure how to end that sentence...
"...Girl~?" My face dropped a bit...I was pretty sure he was gay! N-not that I care...I should of figured since we're looking at diamonds. Maybe he's bisexual... Why do I care! He's going to get married. 'Calm down, Lovino.' I had to tell myself. Good thing I'm good at keeping all my emotions hidden while sustaining my still, professional face. Boy is it hard with a sexy Spanish bastard in front of you.
"Hmm, so. What's she like? How long have you guys been together?" I was honestly curious.. ! What I meant was.. I-I just need to know what diamond would be suitable for the girl!
"Ahh~ Well, we've been together for three years and she's very simple. Not so much of a gold person... But I don't know, I'm not really good for shopping..." Good thing he's got a trained Italian jeweler to help him. Here goes my work phase...
"Well, I'd need something more than 'simple' by what I'm guessing, maybe these are more appropriate..." I pulled out some small diamond rings with silver bands. "No gold, right? I don't have any platinum on hand. But if you want the catalog-"
"Oh no~ this is fine." I watched him scrutinize the silver pieces... Only because I had to make sure he wouldn't steal my precious inventory! I felt a pretty awkward atmosphere, so I decided to stare at the pale walls of my shop. Attempting to make talk again, I quickly coughed up, "S-So, you never told me who the, uh, lucky woman is." I placed my palms on the edge of the counter and leaned into them. His head didn't shift up, it was still bowed down towards the stage of rings, but his green eyes were the first to react.
He looked up, and it took him a while to answer me. All that came out for a while was "Uhhm." I was starting to get bored again, so to hurry up the process, I allowed an expectant expression to creep up onto my face.
I wanted to slap this retard to get him out of his trance... my hand even twitched.
"Perdon!" I'm assuming that was a 'sorry.' I'm not so fluent in Spanish. Italian and English are my only languages. Shit. If he's gonna keep talking in Spanish, I'm screwed. "Her name is Bella- uh, ah~ Isabella."
"Hmm, what a nice na-" Isabella? Why is that name so familiar? She sounds like some old girlfriend... who I poured my heart into... And stood me up while I was down on my knee, making a fool of myself only to have her run away with another man! Three years ago, how long this bastard was with his girlfriend? 'Hold on, Lovino.' ...Maybe it's another Isabella... "Bella? I know an Isabella. What's her last name? I might know her."
"Hmm~? Oh, her full name–"
"Antonio?" Even though it's been years, I still recognized that high-pitched voice. This is just not going to be a good day for me is it?
"Why are you here, Toni?" She was walking closer and I could see her disgusting face. Isabella Maes... finally decides to show her face after three years. I tried so hard not to blow up when she came over and slipped her arm through the man standing in front of me named 'Antonio'.
"Oh, I just came to see my old friend from High school~" He lied to his own girlfriend? And I just barely met this man! What is he up to? What the hell is going on?
"Hmm? Really, then why are these lovely diamond rings out?" She smiled at him, it seemed a little forced... OH, she knew he was lying. So, I decided to save his sorry ass. Bastard came repay me by buying a damn ring and walking out of my life, dragging that bitch with him.
"Oh, I was doing some inventory when Antonio walked in, and we were so caught up that I didn't even put them back." I've got a quirk for lying, since I've been trained to keep a poker face. I wanted to smirk, but it would wreck my plan of fooling her.
"Ohh, Lovino! That's you! No wonder you looked so familiar. Wow, you've changed quite a bit. And even the store looks better than when I worked here." She leaned her elbows on the counter. I was just standing there, watching her and trying so hard not to scowl. She closed her eyes... "Mmm, how long has it been, Lovi?" I took this time to give Antonio, that's his name right? An angry glance. Unluckily, he was staring at the bitch with a worried expression. The hell? Shouldn't he be happy since he's planning on proposing to the back-stabbing whore? "Ohh, I don't know..." 3 years. "It's not like I've been counting." It's been exactly 3 years, this was the day three years ago when I proposed to you. "Probably two.. three years? Four at the most."
Her dull green eyes came to meet my hazel ones. She had cat-like smile that looked very much like ":3". Oh, fuck you, bitch! She totally knew me well enough to know that I wouldn't forget an embarrassing moment like that. And it only confirmed my suspicions with her evil giggle. Fucking evil giggles. I hate this bitch. I think I like "Antonio" more... NOT THAT WAY...personality wise, I guess.
"Oh~ silly, silly, Lovi." She hugged the Spaniard solidly standing inches away from her. Letting another laugh slip away from her. Is this all a game to her? What a whory bitch. If that is the appropriate word.. Yeah that's the right word for her. "You lost.." she whispered under her breath, probably thinking I didn't hear her. So this IS a stupid game to her! She probably just wanted to be cared for, without having any feelings back, and suck the money out of us guys! She did it to me, and is probably doing it to him! Antonio snapped out of the trance he was in and looked around like a lost puppy. And now I feel like shit. Fuck Isabella and her stupid games! Fuck Antonio and sexy Spanish-ness that stole her away from me! Even though I should be happy she's not bothering me any longer. I just want to go home and sulk. Go eat some tomatoes, make some pasta, maybe. That always calms me down.
"Get out of my store." My voice sounded really hoarse since I was on the verge of tearing up. I bit my bottom lip to prevent the sobs. Even if it's been three years, my heart still yearned for someone to put the pieces back together, but now she just went and pulverized every single tiny piece. It took me all my will power to not cry in front of these assholes.
She giggled, AGAIN! How many times is she going to giggle today. "Well, I'll be going now. C'mon Toni, say bye to Lovino." She reached the door before she turned around, waiting for the Spaniard to move.
He cleared his throat. "A-actually, I think I'm still going to talk to Lovi for a little while. Do you want to wait for me outside?" Lovi? I've known this bastard for all of fifteen minutes and he thinks he can use that little name?
"Don't call me that you bastard!" Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Bella's form retreat out of the store and stare out into the street. I wonder what the chances are of her dropping dead... or walking into the street to get hit by a car. Bitch deserves it for treating people like crap. Where's karma when you need it?
I sighed and let my head fall to the counter again. If this guy wasn't in front of me, I would probably break down for no one to see. Why did I have to waste my time and fall in love with that asshole? A hand was shuffling through my hair and I slowly lifted my head back up to be greeted by an apologetic smile.
"Ah~ Lo siento, I'm sorry. I've never seen Bella like that before." I didn't say anything. Not even to open my mouth to give him a warning about her true nature. "If that's who she really is, then well... I don't know what to do... She's not the woman I fell in love wi– Hey, why are you crying?"
I don't know why I let my feelings overpower me then and there... But crying in front of someone I've never met before is better than crying in front of the bitch who's hurt me much more than anyone ever has. Drops of water trailed down my cheeks. I didn't even bother to wipe them away. Nor did I look up at the Spaniard who was leaning in way too close for my liking. The figure in front of me started to stretch his arms towards me. Next thing I know, Antonio pulled me into a hug. "What the hell?" I tried to push him off, but he's too goddamn strong, or I'm just too goddamn weak. "Get off me, you bastard!"
I wriggled my way out of his grasp and I was just about to slap him (again) when he said, "Ehh~ That's not nice, mister. What made you like this? Crying and mean? Was it that woman outside?" He gestured to Bella with his thumb. I didn't say anything. I just stared at the glass case. He sighed and headed for the door.
Right before he opened it, I said, without looking up, "Your bitch of a fiancée turned me into my jerk self. So, yes." He stopped for a few seconds. I looked up in time to see him violently open the door and stomp right out.
Well, this was just sitting there, in my FanFictions folder in my Documents on my laptop... And I decided to post it after so long.
I've been waiting to feel better so that I can post this. (Because I've been sick. I blame my brother.) D:
Well, no translations this chapter...
I've been having this feeling that I should put a lot more Spanish and Italian in this story.. since neither no the other. d: Teach them a little of each. Woo~
Whad'ya think? Should I put more foreign language in this? Or keep it at the same level like Bounanotte, Amore Mio?
Just a question.. review if you want to help me decide. Thank you~ ^ J^
Well, I don't really like to ask for reviews/subscriptions/favorites 'cause I hate it myself to see people always pressuring the audience to do so.
And whether or not people leave any traces of love for this.. I write it, just because I enjoy to. :D But reviews/subs/favs will always be appreciated, because I love you all.
I'll shut up now, tiene un buen dia, mis amores.
-Striped.