Lovino's Curse

by SeriPhe08

Lovino Vargas had to be unlucky enough to get himself cursed three years ago. So far, he's been lucky that no one has found out that he's a girl half the time. But that changes when he's found out by a certain Spaniard. And the curse is the least of his problems, because of family Mafia ties. Will Antonio break Lovino's curse? Spamano. Rated M for possible smut in later chapters

1. Ch 1: why me?

(edited formatting 6-26-2014)

A/N: Hello everyone. SeriPhe08 here. This is the first fan fiction story I've posted here on the FF. net site (or on any site for that matter), although I have read many by others here. I would like to start off by thanking my beta reader piratespain13 for putting up with me through this story. And for putting up with me in the future. She is almost as awesome as Prussia for her help.

Anyway, I hope this will fill your need for random Spamano goodness. Although Spain is not in the first few chapters, I promise he will eventually come into the picture. But the story must be set before the good things can happen. And speaking of those "GOOD THINGS" I will post a warning for M rated content.

Oh, and before I forget…. ahem

!Disclaimer!

I do not own anything related to Hetalia, or any other works that I may reference in my writings. If I could own any of these characters, Spamano would be a canon storyline…along with many other tasty pairings….!

End of Disclaimer

Please don't forget to R&R.

Well, I'm through with my little rant, so on with the story… I, SeriPhe08, present to you…. Lovino's Curse.

CHAPTER 1

Why Me?

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Name: Lovino Vargas

Age: 17

Birthday: March 17th

Hair: Brown

Eyes: Hazel

Current thoughts: "Why me? Why does fate fucking hate me?"

I am standing on top of the toilet in the end stall, waiting for the stupid idiotas to finish their business and leave. Two of the three are my personal last favorite people in the world. The other is just their idiot friend. But, if they find me, they will give me hell for hiding in the bathroom. The albino, Gilbert will probably dunk me in the toilet headfirst just for the sake of having a good laugh.

"Onhonhon." The stupid French pervert, Francis, is laughing, and trying to make something the Spaniard, Antonio, said into a dirty joke. Gilbert is laughing his ass off in return.

"Kesesese. Francis zat's awesomely hilarious."

Bastards. Just leave already. I think to myself. My backpack is freaking heavy and I can't balance on this fucking toilet much longer.

The trio finally exit the bathroom just as I slip and wind up with my left foot drenched in toilet water. FUCK! I can't believe this shit. I strip my pants and squeeze as much water out of my jeans as possible. I am suddenly hit by a wave of stomach cramps. Ah hell! This isn't supposed to happen for another three days!

I throw jeans back on and do my best to maintain my composure as I bolt from the restroom and to the nurse's office. I stumble into the office and blurt at the nurse.

"Idon'tfeelwellsoI'mgoinghomefortheday. Ciao." Before racing from her office and down the hall to the nearest exit.

I unhook my bike from the rack and pedal furiously heading home. When I reach the house, I race upstairs to my room, slam the door and rush into the adjoining bathroom.

I feel like I'm fucking dying my whole body is throbbing so bad. As I puke into the porcelain bowl, I mentally curse my stupid fate.

Why the hell did that English bastard have to use me for his fucking magic test subject? Fucking Arthur. How the hell was I supposed to know that he would take my insult to his cooking personally and curse me? How the hell was I supposed to know magic was real? Why the fuck couldn't I have kept my mouth shut? Now for the past three years I've had to deal with being a fucking GIRL every other month...

I gladly beat the crap out of the eyebrow bastard after I found out he was the reason I suddenly turned into a girl. He apologized and said that he hadn't realized it would actually work. When I asked him to remove the curse or I would tell the French he liked him, he suddenly blurted out, "Don't tell that bloody frog that kind of shit. And I can't fix the curse. It doesn't have a counter spell."

Who the hell permanently curses someone over scones? I kicked the tea drinking bastard in the balls and was dragging him to Francis' house; but turned around and dragged him back to his own house when he threatened to tell everyone else about the curse on me.

No way in hell was anyone else going to know about Lovino Vargas turning into a fucking girl. No fucking way.

I grab a roll of cloth bandages from under my sink and start wrapping them tightly around my chest. I've learned that wrapping the cloth before the change takes place keeps my breasts to an unnoticeable size. Although it hurts like hell about halfway through the process. But if anybody notices that I suddenly grew boobs, I'll be the laughingstock of the fucking school. Thank god I don't sprout a freaking D-cup or something. I toss my school clothes, all except my boxers in a pile next to the sink and head to my bed. I'll wash my laundry later. Right now, all I want is my bed.

I decide to just sleep through the rest of the transformation like usual and I make sure to double check the lock on my door. No way in hell am I ever letting my idiota younger twin ever fucking find out about this...he would slip up and tell the whole damn school. I crawl into my bed and curl into a ball pulling the red comforter over my head. If I'm lucky, no one will bother me until way later.