Chapter 1: The Year of Our Lord 1347, April 2nd

Summary: Lovino Vargas is a farm boy near Caffa, Italy of the 1340s. His whole world starts to crumble when a man stumbles onto his family's farm hurt and covered in welts. Will the plague tear his family apart? Read to find out! by Ryanabeth H Deveroux

Rating: T (because I can't come up with anything better anymore and I shall leave it as it was written)

Warning: there is no yoai *tear* I couldn't really give my teacher a yaoi written story could I? There is Spamano though, Fem!Spain

Disclaimer: Ryanabeth H. Deveroux does not own Hetalia... or does she?

Author's Note: Guten tag! Its Prussia, you're awesome Micro-nation (A.K.A. Ryanabeth H. Deveroux),

Sooo, I've been learning about the plague in Social Studies this year and my teacher told us that we had to make a diary about a person that's been near the plague. It could be any person, peasant, noble, whatever, as long as it had a minimum of three diary entries. Me, being the fangirl that I am, decided to write one about none other than my favorite grumpy Italian, Lovino! Since it first came to Europe because of the exports in Italy, I thought it suited my needs to make Lovino the main character. (But I would have done it on any of the Hetalia characters. All of my Social Studies projects have been Hetalia related since the beginning of the year)
Anywho, I decided (actually, my HetaGang decided for me) that I should put this thingy up here and see what kind of reactions I get to it! It shall be a one-shot for now, but if I get enough feedback I shall add on. I guess that's all I have to say so...

Enjoy!

The Year of Our Lord 1347, April 2nd

Since Nonno Roma went to war in Caffa, everything at our farm has been boring. My little brother Feliciano isn't very good company because he's such a cry baby all of the time. I wish he would just grow up. He'll never be able to fight for Italy if he's crying on the sidelines like a little girl. I want to fight like Nonno. He's tough and always has exciting war stories to tell when he gets home. Nonno is a warrior like Papa was before he died and I want to be just like him and Papa. Since Nonno Roma is away at war, I'm in charge of watching over Mamma and Feli. I like the responsibility of being the man of the farm, but sometimes it's exhausting, just like this morning.

Earlier at about dawn, when Feli and I went to milk the cow as mother asked, we saw a man coming up the street. At first, we thought it was one Mamma's patients. Mamma is a midwife, but people come to her for anything from stomach aches to colds. She's wonderful with healing people.

Anyway, when we could clearly see him, Feliciano nearly screamed of fright. The man had large boils all over his neck and looked as white at a sheet. He sort of limped all the way to the pig pen and collapsed in the mud. Feli thought that he was dead but I, being the smarter out of the two of us, quickly called for Mamma. I don't know how she does it, but she kept cool the entire time and told Feli to get a blanket from the stables. She checked the man's pulse, like I've seen her do to her patients about a million times, and when Feli came back, she had me take him into the barn. I had to drag him by his armpits because Mamma didn't want me to touch his skin. Mamma actually allowed us to help; getting water from the well and fetching herbs for her, but she wouldn't let us touch him. I was glad for that because he soon began coughing up blood and it looked like his welts were throbbing. She worked on him all day and Feli says that she's still trying to figure out what ails him now.

Aside from that, Feli went to buy supplies from market today and came home with nothing. He said that the price had gone up again and Mamma didn't give him enough money for all of the things we needed. We do live on a large farm, but Mamma doesn't get paid in money. Her patients are usually the poorer of those who live in our village, so she's paid in grain and other crops that the people can give us for services. That doesn't do us any good when we run out of supplies or our crops have gone dry. Feli told me that he wished that the war would just be over so we could get back to normal, but he'll never understand. We have to fight for our freedom of the Mongols. We need to be a free Italy. At least, that's what Nonno tells me. Mamma thinks that he's just feeding us broken information, but he's right. We need to stand up for ourselves and fighting is the only way to do it.

Mamma keeps trying to teach Feli and me things to do with healing. I don't understand why, it's a woman's job, but Feli's all for it. He's such a girl. He's picked up on it faster than I ever could and I'm okay with that. Before the war, Nonno Roma made a wooden sword for me to practice with and I'd duel him when chores were finished to keep up my strength. He says that one day I could be a knight if I keep practicing and kept up with schooling. Feli's too busy with his herbs and spices to fight.

If only I could be a knight. I'd bask in glory from winning all the battles for Italy and our family. Sir Lovino… I like the sound of that.

Buonanotte,

Lovino Vargas

Just to let y'all know, this whole project was supposed to be about three paragraphs at the least (one paragraph per entry) and my teacher only gave us a week to do it. I walked into school on the due date with three double-sided pieces of paper with an art cover that MN3000 drew form me... My teacher looked a bit hysterical when I handed it in. I got an A+ on it though. Yay for the wonderfulness of Hetalia!
Anywho, seriously guys, if you want more of Lovino's diary, press the pretty button and REVIEW!