A 5'7 man walked in front of a row of people, his golden eyes not once going soft as they bore into every other man that stood in front of him. His brown hair cut perfectly, no strands of hair going astray and his hair curl tucked away under his cover. A tan colored military uniform covered his body, pants tucked neatly in his boots and every pin and small medal he wore were aligned perfectly. His shoe laces tied and tucked under the tongue of his boot and his sleeves never rolled up. This, was Lovino Vargas.
Lovino stepped forward to a new member of his military, staring at him for a moment. His eyes wandered to the pins he had on the color of this new member's pins and frowned even more than he currently was. Looking up, Lovino noticed that this person's cover was hiding curly hair that clearly wasn't taken care of properly. His shoelaces were untied and the tanned pants weren't even tucked in. A sigh had escaped Lovino's lips in pure disappointment. Lovino's gaze hardened, stepping closer to the new recruit that would be more than uncomfortable for most people. While the Italian glared at the new recruit, the other just gave a stupid grin. Lovino Vargas reached out, snatching the cover off the new recruit's head and shoved it into his chest, clearly not pleased with how this person had decided to dress and behave. "Name and reason for being here." Lovino said, voice as hard as his eyes as they glared at the person in front of him.
"Antonio, sir." The recruit spoke, "Thought this would give me something to do!" This so called Antonio kept the grin on his face, not phased at all by Lovino's presence and glare which was starting to give Antonio goosebumps.
"Antonio, explain to me why you're dressed the way you are, why your hair isn't even brushed, and why you have that stupid grin on that face of yours." Lovino's voice was rising to a half yell, arms folding across his chest and his foot tapping as the Italian waited for an answer.
"Well, you see, I woke up late and I didn't have time to brush my hair. I got dressed and my shoelaces got untied along the way and I didn't want to stop and untie them. I guess I was in such a big hurry that I didn't bother with putting my clothes on right, heh." Antonio gave a guilty laugh. "And I smile because I'm glad to be here of course!"
"Glad to be somewhere where you will most likely die before getting the chance to fight for your own country?" Lovino raised an eyebrow. This Antonio person was quickly making his way to Lovino's kill list.
"This isn't my country~!" Antonio hummed.
Lovino could say the least, he was surprised by what Antonio threw at him. "Then what is your country and why the hell would you be here?!" By this time, Lovino was really ticked off. This was taking precious time from training and getting ready for the upcoming war. The Italian had more important things to do like toss away those who are worthless fighters like Antonio.
"Spain, where else?" with a tilt of his head, Antonio gave Lovino a curious look, his hair going in many different directions and his green eyes holding a look of confusion and curiosity.
This really began to confuse Lovino. Why was this person in the Italian military when he should be in Spain's. Not only that, but considering the fact the country of Italy will be going into war with Spain doesn't help this situation. Lovino's first thought was, of course, that Antonio was a spy. But, he soon tossed that thought away. After all, why would they send an idiot such as Antonio to spy on them. Lovino could already tell he wasn't going to be good at anything. "You never answered my second question," the Italian muttered as he took a step back. "Why the hell are you here?"
Antonio blinked, looking at Lovino for a moment before he stood up and saluted to the Italian leader, incorrectly too. "I've lived in Italy for so long that I decided that it would be okay for me to go against my own country." Once again, that stupid grin crossed Antonio's expression; which of course was annoying Lovino Vargas.
"I see..." Lovino hesitated as he spoke, determining if he should believe Antonio or not. He glanced around at everyone else who was watching in shock of how Antonio was behaving towards the leader of this entire military group. Lovino stepped back and turned to walk away. "You have five fucking minutes to straighten yourself up, brush your hair, and be back. No more time and no less. When I'm back in five minutes and you either aren't back yet or you don't have your uniform as it should be, you'll be running the rest of the day. No if's, and, or but's." And with that, Lovino left towards his own cabin.