Hello guys! Emil here. :3 This should work as the author's note, if not, I apologize.

Disclaimer: Hetalia is owned by Hidekazu Himaruya-Sama

This specific chapter is dedicated to the whole anime community on Smule :3

"Slugs and snails

and puppy-dogs' tails;

That's what little boys

are made of"

-from a popular 19th century nursery rhyme

September 2013

I'd like to inform you, morning is not my favorite time of day. Waking up at 6:00 AM, not used to waking up so early is total heck.

Usually Feliciano bares into my room, jumps on the bed, pokes my face, and says, "FRATELLO! Wake up! It's morning, c'mon!" This morning was no different.

"Lovino?! Wake..."At that moment, my alarm rang so loudly, even Feliciano recoiled. Peeved, I sat up.

"Shut the hell up, you little bastard!" I shouted, turning off my alarm.

"Aw, but Lovino," He whined, showing me his cute face,"I was just trying to wake you up."

"I don't need to be woken up!" I slapped him across the face and he ran out, screaming and pouting. Sheesh, that idiot!

I got out of my bed and changed. The principal, Mr. Bielschmidt, would probably give me detention for my ripped jeans again, but naturally, I couldn't care less. I'm Lovino Vargas, the "delinquent" on Rosso Verde Avenue.

I'm still not exactly the best child in the world. Two years ago, I streaked my hair green, white, and red, much to grandpa's displeasure. A fellow classmate named Arthur was incredibly happy that I "went punk". The teachers and counselors at school, on the other hand, were not.

Besides annoying the teachers, getting into fights with the rest of the student body is something I'm relatively good at. Maybe it's my mouth that pisses off people or maybe it's my grades at almost the top of the class. I try to achieve A's on my report card. Of course, I usually only get -A's and B's, no matter how hard I work.

On that happy thought, I hurried downstairs for breakfast.

As I entered the kitchen, the spicy aroma of herbs entered my nose. It was a homey smell, the only one that made me feel safe, though I would never admit it out loud. Grandpa sat at the head of the small wooden table in his usual sweatshirt, drinking coffee and reading the newspaper, something he commonly did in the mornings. His eyes looked even more sunken in than usual.

I felt a twinge of guilt when I saw him. He's always so stressed out from money troubles, family health problems, him always wanting to give us the best education. I never helped his anxieties.

"Good morning, Lovino." My grandfather regarded me calmly, and, as usual, chose to ignore my clothes and messy hair.

"Morning, Nonno." I murmured under my breath, serving myself some cereal.

"How are you this morning?"

I didn't answer. What was I suppose to say? I'm feeling terrible and horribly pissed off that a certain bastard Fratello of mine woke me up early. No. Just No. I may be the "Bad Boy" of my neighborhood, but I still hate getting spanked.

Just then, Feliciano skipped in, sat down, and started to wolf down his food. "Today's lovely...Isn't it?" He said between bites. One thing you night want to know about Feli: He has no shame. None whatsoever. I can tell you about at least three times he streaked across Mr. Zwingli's lawn. Four words: It was not good.

"Why are you so damn happy all the time?!" I snapped.

"Lovino." Nonno sternly reminded me, "Language."

"Whatever." I muttered and continued to consume my breakfast at a leisurely pace. I was in no hurry to go to h*ll.

"Lovino, finish your breakfast." Grandpa urged, not looking up from his d*mned newspaper. "You're going to be late for school."

"F**k language!" I groused.

Nonno stood up from his chair at the head of the small table, his cheeks blazing. "We will deal with this language after school." And with that, he retreated into his man-cave.

It's not that I want the mouth I received from god! When mother was alive, she cussed way more than I did. I guess I take after her in that way.

She was also kind and sweet like Feli, as well as sharing the same airhead quality with him. Nonno liked that about mother, his feelings transferring to Feliciano. But he expressed nothing but disappointment in me. I was Feli's "Evil Twin", the one that inherited my mother's bad traits.

I had nothing to look forward to on the first day of school, or at home. The only rays of sunshine were my friends that I can talk to after months of not seeing them. After school would come the lectures, the pain,

The knife.

Yay! Our wild ride is finally starting after months of preparation! Hiya! I'm Emil.

So this story is mostly based on all of the cutting horror I've experienced from my friends. I am highly empathetic, even though my friends say I'm a female Kyoya (WRONG ANIME EMIL-CHAN), so this hit me quite hard. To work it out, I created this: A fanfiction full of clashing emotions and advice from my mom. :3 I hope you enjoy!

~Emil