Disclaimer: Don't own Hetalia. Or My Immortal. Thank god. This disclaimer applies to all other chapters.
A/N: So I've decided to try and do a parody of the wonderfully infamous fic: My Immortal. I'm not exactly sure if this will follow along completely, or if the characters will act "ooc" but please bear with me as I attempt (and fail) to make you laugh. Thanks for reading.
Hi! I'm Lovina Juanita Negra Esperanza Nina Vargas and I have shiny orange hair with a very eroganous curl. It's because I'm Italian. My eyes are are amber that shine brightly like the moon. People say it reminds them of honey or the moon or Shakira. (If you don't who that is, you're a bastardo!). I'm also a nation. I'm the other Italy. Southern Italia. I'm several hundred years old, but I look eighteen. I'm Italian in case you didn't know. Italians always like to dress smutily so today I was wearing a denim miniskirt with a red tank top decorated with an embroidered tomato. It's not because I like any one che cazzo! I just like tomatos dammit. Like Antonio. Dammit.
I was also wearing black high heels because it made me look tanner. I'm already tan , but the boots just brought out my natural tanness.
I was sitting in the conference room. the meeting had just finished. Francis and Prussia stared at me. He was obviously looking at my boobies. I cursed them out. Damn Perverts.
"Hola Lovi!" a voice shouted. I glanced over at the bad touch trio. It was Antonio.
"What's up toni." I murmered shyly. Sooo hot!
He tilted his head and smiled slightly. Too embarassed too speak!
But then I heard my colleagues call. I went away. He looked like he was about to say something.
The bad touch trio stared at "Romano" as he/ she left the conference room, looking slightly disturbed. "Why does Lovi have boobs?"