The Spice of Love
Prologue
The sound of Marcello's phone started to ring, waking the poor Italian up at four in the morning. Marcello smirked to himself, he knew exactly who it was; it was Bella, the Belgian girl he had recently 'hooked up' with. To him it wasn't hooking up, he just wanted her for her body. She probably thinks that he is faithful to her and all that crap, the other girls he had 'hooked up' with probably thought the same. "Women are so easy…" He said, laughing as he picked up his cell. "Cello~! You didn't meet me by the station today~!" Bella whined from the other end of the line, Marcello just rolled his eyes; Bella was the most annoying out of all of his girls. "Yeah…Sorry about that… I got a little busy…" He lied; he was actually having another one of his daily hook ups with another girl. But of course, Bella was just too stupid to realize that. Well, then again, he IS the best liar out there, but she was still a dumbass…
"Oh…" she said, sounding a bit disappointed, before perking up again as if it didn't bother her as much, "I see, well then, night, night Cello~!" she cooed, Marcello could practically SEE the Belgian girl blowing kisses from the other end of the phone. Rolling his eyes once again, he hung up the phone. "Maybe I should break it off with her… Wait what the hell am I even saying, I'm not even dating the bitch, she's just another one of my game pieces" he said, chuckling as he thought of the Belgian girl crying her eyes out because he 'broke up' with her. 'I suppose most people would call this cruel but, hey, love is just a game… love is bullshit…' he thought, laying his head back on the pillow, and slowly closing his eyes.
Marcello could remember the first girl he had ever had a one night stand with, but he could never remember exactly why he did. It was a normal day at school, except for one thing, he was extremely late on that particular day, and he wasn't too happy about it. While he was walking to go to his locker, he happened to spot a girl crying on a bench in the empty hallway. When he walked up to the sobbing girl, he saw that it was Elizaveta, the Hungarian girl he often saw with that Austrian guy.
The two were dating, but apparently, he had just broken up with her, pretty brutally too. She looked up, meeting Marcello's bright green eyes, and scowled "What do you want? Leave me alone!" she screeched, her hand rising into the air, getting ready to slap him in the face. But just before her hand could make contact with his cheek, he caught her wrist and moved his way closer to her, smirking. "Now why would you slap me? I didn't do anything to you..." he said, his tone, lustful and seductive.
Elizaveta glared at him, and attempted to slap him once again with her free hand, but he caught her other wrist. Gently, Marcello pushed her down onto the bench, kneeling on top of her, and holding onto her wrists tightly. She blushed deeply, as he started to move closer and closer to her. Marcello smirked as Elizaveta closed her eyes tightly, waiting for something to happen. "Heh, I'm not going to do anything to you here... How about you meet me after school, maybe then I could properly comfort you from all that sadness you have inside," he whispered in her ear seductively. He slowly got off her, making sure his lips brushed against her neck lightly, causing her to gasp and shiver slightly with pleasure. Once he had let go of her wrists, Marcello smirked and left her on the bench, silently chuckling to himself. He had no idea why he had done that to her.
But to him, it was exciting.
Marcello walked into his first period class, which was English, obviously not giving a crap about it. Lucky for him, his teacher was out getting something that he had forgotten in his office, leaving the class unattended. As Marcello walked down the rows of desks to his own, which was right beside the window, he saw Antonio and his older brother, Lovino, holding each other tightly and kissing. Well, it was more like Antonio was attempting to hold and kiss Lovino, who was trying to stop the Spaniard from showing so much affection towards him in public. Antonio did eventually sneak in a few kisses on Lovino's cheek and lips, only to get punched in return. Marcello glared at the two unintentionally, and when he realized, he quickly looked away and went to his seat. He could feel his anger building up inside him... And he felt exactly the same last night after Lovino told the family that he started dating Antonio, but why...?
He doesn't care if his brother is dating someone. But if he didn't, then why was he so mad? Why did he have the urge to walk up to Antonio and punch him in that stupid happy-go-lucky face of his? "What the fuck is wrong with me...?" he asked himself, resting his chin on the palm of his hand as he stared out the window.
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The day went by just like any other, he had his usual four classes, English, math, history and phys. Ed, and of course lunch in between all that. As he made his way towards his locker, he saw the Hungarian girl waiting for him. She waved as she caught sight of him, "hmm... So you actually decided to come," he said, as he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her closer to him. She blushed a crimson red as she wrapped her arms around his neck.
Smirking, Marcello escorted her out of school, his hand still around her waist. "Hey, what was your name again?" he asked as they walked down the stairs of the main entrance of their school. He honestly couldn't remember, but then again, he didn't care what her name was. "Elizaveta..." she replied in an angered tone. "There's no need to get mad, Elizaveta~" she calmed down and shivered with delight as Marcello said her name in such a suave-like tone. Marcello couldn't help but mentally laugh at the girl, 'I have her wrapped around my finger and she doesn't even realize it,' he thought as he tried not to laugh out loud. 'This is so much better than actually loving someone'
In about ten minutes, they arrived at a house that had a sign that read "Vargas". It was a huge beautiful white house with what looked like, hundreds of different rooms, and there was a huge flag poll in the front yard with the Italian flag hoisted high in the air. "Here you go milady," Marcello said, opening the door for the Hungarian girl, who gladly entered. When she walked in, her jaw dropped as she saw the expensive Italian furniture that filled the room. "You're house is amazing!"
"Yeah, yeah… let's go" he grabbed her hand and started running up the stairs, 'why am I so eager to do this..?" he thought. When they reached his bedroom door there was a note. He quickly peeled it off of his door and read it:
Marcello ~ I am not going to be home until later and I believe Feliciano and Lovino are going to come home late as well. They're probably out with their boyfriends~! Ah~ young love~! Anyways, you'll be home for a few hours
- Daddy
"Stupid old man…" he mumbled to himself after he finished reading the letter. Elizaveta tilted her head in confusion, "Nothing's wrong…" he assured her as he crumpled the note in his hand and threw it to a corner in the hallway. He grabbed Elizaveta's hand gently and pulled her into his room, locking his door just in case. Gently, as if to not frighten her, he pushed Elizaveta down on the bed, and began to slowly take off his tie, throwing it down on the floor. "Shall we?" he asked, Elizaveta smirked and they- well, they did the dirty deed.
Marcello smiled as he opened his eyes and started to laugh, "ah~ she was so easy, and she's always coming for more." But he then began to think of the reason why he seduced her like that. "Damn it! I can't figure out why..." he said to himself, but deep inside, he knew it was because he had gotten his heart broken and he just didn't want to admit it, he knew that was the reason he believed love to be a facade.
Editor (YamiBaki) A/N: XD Why is Marcello Marshmallow so sexy? No one knows~
A/N: XD Lolz XD Because he's sexy and he knows it! And because he's Italian! Aren't Italians the best seducers? I think they are~3
Well what did everyone think? Good, bad? Please review and favourite if you want to :3 if I get a lot of reviews I will continue this! Thank you to my best friend YamiBaki for editing this for me! Read her fics they're awesome! Hopefully I can finish the next chapter for this, it may be hard because of my ISU's so may take awhile Damn you school! You can suck it! XD
I'm also editing Love Me, cuz when I re-read it again, I just thought 'How could anybody like this? It's shit! SO I'm editing again. That was actually one of my first fanfics and wow I think I have gotten much better.
And I'm sorry for not finishing He's Just too cute, I have writers block. So if anyone wants to help me finish it that would be awesome! And obviously if you help me finish it I will give you credit that's the right thing to do :3. Once again I hope everyone liked this prologue, and remember everyone stay awesome! And I'm gunna stop rambling now, so laterz~!
Holy shit! I almost forgot!
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia, It belongs to Hidekaz Himeruya.
Can't believe I almost forgot the disclaimer
Also, I changed my name as you can see, but just remeber my name was MisakiBotchan! I just had the urge to change my name for some reason, just thought I'd let you know. I wanted my name to be Riverz, but it's apparently taken, hence the Misaki-AKA-Riverz. Ok I'm gonna stop talking now, sorry if I bored you to death about shit that's not important.
Laterz bros~! Haha just felt like saying bros, i say bro alot X3 well laterz~!