A/N:Welcome to my Valentines-palooza! I will officially be featuring: Spamano, Prucan and UsUk, all other pairings to be decided! So...um...suggestions or comments or snide remarks or questions or any sort of feedback, really would be appreciated.
Also, I don't own the wonderfulness that is Hetalia in any way shape or form, because if I did...bad things would happen.
Warning: Genderbending Ahead
~~~~~~~~Prologue~~~~~~~~
~~ Truth or Dare ~~
It started with a random present from Francis and a game of truth or dare.
Gilbert had invited himself over (as per usual) dragging his reluctant brother and a not-so-reluctant Felicia, plus Francis, for whatever reason. (Lovina strongly suspected he just wanted to drink his own wine, but she wasn't entirely certain he hadn't drugged it, so she let him.)
Once Gilbert and Francis were sufficiently intoxicated and Ludwig was in a marginally better mood, someone (read: Antonio, the bastard) suggested truth or dare.
Antonio was forced to admit he hated German beer, Felicia weaseled a kiss from Ludwig and Gilbert had to kiss Francis.
Then Lovina was staring into blue eyes and Francis asked with a smirk "Truth…or dare?" (somehow succeeding to make it sound pervy.)
The word 'truth' was almost out of her mouth, but the mischevious look on the Frenchman's face made her reconsider.
If she chose dare, she would probably have to kiss the wino.
Or, worse, kiss the Potato Bastards! At the same time!
But truth could be revealing embarrassing facts about her and Antonio's…relationship.
Lovina groaned as Francis called "Five seconds~!"
If this would be her end, she wanted to go down by her own Italian mafia controlling hands!
"Tr-DARE!"
Wait! No! She didn't mean that!
Shit, that look in his eyes was not comforting, in any sense of the word.
"Throw a Valentines day party."
"I WON'T KISS YOU- wait, what?"
Francis grinned, "Throw a Valentines party. And you have to invite all the countries you don't like. Which is everyone."
"Ve~ Sorella!" Felicia exclaimed, "That would be so much fun! Can Luddy and I come? We can come right? Right? Right? Rightrightrightrightright? You'd invite us, right? Rightrightrightrightrightrig ht-?"
As Ludwig tried to get Felicia to "Stop talking, ja, I'd love to have pizza with you on Valentines but your sister looks ready to explode or pass out. Ja, I love you to. Ja, Gilbert will probably come. Nein, he can't stay home, I don't want my house destroyed. Again. Nein, explosives are very bad-." Lovina did a fantastic impersonation of a drowning fish.
Gilbert started giggling as he nursed his beer (a feat in and of itself).
"Valentines day?" the albino snickered, "Isn't that all romantic and luvvy-duvvy and pink and so-sweet-my-teeth-rot and shit?"
Felicia nodded enthusiastically, "Ve~, that pretty much covers it!"
"And what does the angry, PMSy bitch know about being romantic?" Gilbert demanded.
That snapped Lovina out of her stupor.
Logic said she shouldn't respond.
Logic (and everything else in the world) was saying that Gilbert was an egotistical ass.
Logic was saying he just wanted a rise out of her-
Screw logic.
Lovina jumped to her feet, glaring at the former nation.
"What bitch can't be romantic?" she demanded.
Gilbert rolled his eyes, "You, duh."
"I can be romantic! I'm the southern half of Italy, dammit!" she shouted.
Antonio nodded in a way that said he knew just exactly how romantic she could be, but Lovina kicked the Spaniard in the gut before he could say anything.
The albino sneered, "Then prove it. I dare you to play matchmaker. All that UST we have to endure every world meeting? Fix it."
Challenge accepted.
"Fine."
~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~
Later the next morning as everyone was leaving (finally).
"Ve~ Sorella! When will this Valentine's day party be?" Felicia asked as she bounced up and down.
"February 14th, stupid," Lvina grumbled, she still wasn't totally on board with this whole 'party' thing. But, as Antonio and Francis and Gilbert and Felicia (Ludwig was too busy being the giant gel ball of awkwardness that he is to comment) reminded her, it was a dare, so she had to.
"Does it have to be that day~? I have plans, can you move it?" Felicia asked, surprising her sister.
Lovina looked confused before rolling her eyes, "No, it's a VALENTINE'S DAY party, idiota. Thereby, VALENTINE'S day."
"But Lovi~ Luddy invited me over for a fun evening~!"
"Keseseseseseseses~!"
"No! Felicia-!"
"WHAT ARE YOU TRYING TO DO, POTATO BASTARD?! DON'T YOU DARE PUT YOUR PERVERTY EYES ON MIA SORELLA BELLA, OR I WILL HURT YOU, HEAR ME! STAY AWAY FROM HER BEFORE I SIC THE MAFIA ON YOU!"
"I was only going to have dinner..."
"Sure, West." Prussia shoved him and winked.
"It will be okay, mí tomate..." Antonio whispered, currently resting his head on Lovina's shoulder while he hugged her from behind. More like tried to wind as much of himself around her waist as humanly possible, but whatever.
"Get off... You... You... Tomato."
"Tomato?"
"Bastard."
"A little late, Lovi..."
Francis would have giggled at all the l'amour, except normal men didn't giggle. However, Francis wasn't a normal man. So he giggled anyway.
Lovina seemed to be the only one who heard it and it disturbed her so much she crossed herself and promised never to mention the instance again lest it come back to haunt her.
"We'll be going now!" Francis called, his work for the morning (afternoon) done.
The four walked (Well, Gilbert was dragged, Francis sort of sashayed and Felicia was trying to skip and ride piggyback on Ludwig at the same time. Ludwig was walking though) towards their cars.
Lovina slumped against Antonio once their cars were safely out of sight and could no longer cause any permanent damage to the small Italian's sanity.
"This is going to be one hell of a Valentines day," she groaned.
