What, a new story? Yes, I'm stupid enough to start another. But this idea wouldn't quit poking me in the head until I wrote it. And neither would Lindsay. So here you have it!
Be warned: I wrote this late at night. When I hardly even had any sleep the night before. So I'm very tired. Sorry for my crappy braindead writing.
Hetalia's not mine.
The woman screamed. This wasn't right. Something was terribly, terribly wrong. These things… were these supposed to be her pride and joy? The ones she waited for during the last nine months? What had happened? How was this even possible?
The nurse nearly fainted, but she quickly pulled herself together. She ran out of the room, careful to step over the new father that had fainted during the birth, and alerted the doctor of what had happened. He looked shocked, but he nodded.
"We were told about this," he said. "But I never would have expected it to be true." He reached in his pocket and pulled out his phone, hoping he had kept the number. With a sigh of relief when he saw that he had, he dialed.
Within twenty minutes of the call, two men walked into the hospital room. They reached their hands out and the woman, having already been informed of why they were coming, handed the two baby boys to them.
"Not going to change your mind?" one man asked her. She looked up at her now conscious husband and shook her head. "Then never speak of this," he told her, and they turned towards the door. As they left, she passed out from the stress. But not before she could hear one of the boys start to cry.
Seventeen years later to the day, a boy was running down the streets of an unfamiliar town. Few people payed him any mind as he sprinted by, save for those who were not in a hurry and had time to notice such things. And those in even less of a hurry might have noticed the look of fear on his face.
Though he didn't know where he was going, the boy was confident he could find a hiding place. This place just happened to be in the park he ended up coming to. He came up to a ten foot tall stone wall surrounding a fair-sized garden, and without stopping he jumped, landing on the top of it with ease. Luckily he wasn't noticed by anybody but a small child who now had a shocked look on her face. With a quick look behind him to be sure he wasn't followed, he leapt down into the garden, landing lightly.
Seeing that the gate on the other end was locked, leaving the place empty, he sat down on one of the wooden benches.
"Dammit," he said to himself. "Took me forever to loose those bastards." He placed both hands on top of his head, as if he was holding something down. "I know I've practiced and all, but I didn't know it would be so damn hard to hide when I have to focus on other things…" he mumbled, still to himself. Hearing a voice, even his own, was comforting.
Seeing the setting sun, he yawned and stretched. 'Might as well sleep,' he thought. He curled up on the bench in a small ball and drifted off within minutes.
It was in this same position he woke the next morning when he heard the rattling of the gate lock.
"Shit!" he said, hopping up and hiding behind a shrub. Peeking between the leaves and branches, he saw another boy come in. 'He must take care of the garden,' he thought. From where he was, he could tell this other boy had dark brown hair and bright green eyes. His skin was tan, darker than he was used to seeing. Then again, it's not like he knew many people.
Afraid of what would happen if he was found, he waited until the tan boy's back was turned and hopped back over the wall.
The next few days were similar, but instead of running, he was wondering around the park. Every night he would sleep on that same bench, and every morning he would run when the gardener came. Though each day he seemed to wait just a little bit longer. 'No, that's stupid,' he thought. 'It's just taking him longer to turn around, so I can't leave right away.'
After about a week, this cycle was disrupted. Instead of waking up when he heard the gate, he had slept through the noise. Instead, he woke up because of the odd feeling that he was being watched.
And he was.
When he opened his eyes, he saw green ones staring back at him.
"W-what the hell do you think you're doing!" he yelled at the gardener. "What kind of bastard just stares at people when they sleep?"
"What kind of person sleeps on a park bench?" he countered. He had no response to this. In fact, now that his flash of anger was over, he was totally speechless. He couldn't remember the last time he had spoken to a person he didn't know. He suddenly felt a bit shy… no not quite shy. Perhaps nervous would be a better word. And embarrassed. It was all he could do to keep the blush he felt from showing. Apparently he didn't try hard enough.
"What's wrong? Are you sick?" the tan boy asked, leaning in closer. This only caused him to blush more, and his mind started racing. He started to feel a slight push in two places on his head and near the bottom of his back. 'Not good. Can't concentrate,' he thought.
"I'm fine, bastard!" he yelled. The other boy frowned.
"You shouldn't say stuff like that, it's not nice," he said, then he smiled again. "Call me Antonio!"
"I'll call you whatever I want, bastard!" In his mind, he was panicking. If he couldn't get his focus back soon, then he would… "I'm leaving!" he announced and turned to the gate.
"Oh, wait!" Antonio grabbed the boy's arm to keep him from going. He turned him around to face him, pulling him closer than he had intended to. Their noses were only a half an inch apart. "Why were you-" he stopped mid-sentence to stare at the top of the boy's head, which now had something… strange.
Having lost all focus when their faces were that close, he could no longer hide them. On top of his head was a pair of ears, like those of a cat, the same shade of brown as his own hair. Antonio's eyes then caught sight of something behind the boy moving, and looked to see that he also had a tail.
The boy tried to leave, but Antonio was still holding onto his arm. "Let me go!" he demanded.
"But… how…" Antonio whispered, still looking at the ears.
"Let me go!" he yelled again. Antonio looked at the boy's face, seeing a desperate look in his eyes. "I have to go! I have to leave! If I stay here, you'll tell them. They'll take me back. They'll-" He was cut off by a hand covering his mouth.
"Don't worry, I won't tell anybody," Antonio told him with a grin. It was then that an idea struck him. "Why don't you come with me. You can calm down at my place. And you've been sleeping outside, so I think both you and your clothes could use a good washing."
Unable to think well enough to say anything, he just nodded. "So what's your name?" Antonio asked him.
"You don't need to know, bastard," he said as he closed his eyes and his ears and tail were hidden again.
They walked in awkward silence. Well, it wasn't really awkward for Antonio, who was still smiling and acting as if the person next to him wasn't… abnormal, to say the least. After ten minutes with nothing said, the boy whispered, "Lovino."
"Hm? What was that?"
"I said my name's Lovino," he said louder. Antonio smiled at him.
"Lovino, huh? That's a cute name!" Lovino's eye twitched at this.
"Don't call me fucking cute, bastard!" he said, elbowing the other in the side. He just laughed it off, making Lovino even angrier, but he didn't hit him again.
Antonio wanted to learn more about Lovino. Why had he been sleeping outside? Who were the people he said would "take him back"? And most importantly: Why was he part cat? He desperately wanted to ask all of these questions, but somehow he knew he wouldn't be getting any answers at the moment. 'Oh well. I'll just ask Lovi later! ' he thought, and the two continued walking through the town in silence.
So that's the first chapter. I'll write a few chapters of Lovino and Antonio, then a few of the next group, then the next, then start back up with Lovino and Antonio again. It'll go in a circle. And there will be times where the parts overlap, too.
There are going to be several parings throughout this. And different people will have different animal traits ^^
Give me your thoughts, good or bad, on what I have so far.