Chapter One: Road to Marriage
"Kesese, falling for the awesome me?" Crimson red eyes met with emerald ones. The crimson ones filled with so much tease and cockiness, while the other grew angry yet his face became redder than the eyes of the person in front of him. Julchen Beilshcmidt was currently tackling Lovino Vargas when he rejected her wedding proposal. It wasn't between him and her, hell no! It was between him and her ever so passionate friend, Isabel.
"Bastard, who in the right mind would fall for a shitty abolished nation like you?" His mood changing from bad to worst; he was happily eating a tomato when he was attacked by the female Prussian in attempt to make him marry the Spaniard.
The brunette clenched his fist and was about to punch the woman on top of him, but she was able to dodge with ease. She wasn't called a war freak for nothing, you can't hit the great- no, awesomePrussia! Unless you have a ladle. "Pfft, I might be abolished, but I'm awesome-er than you." The silver haired maiden reached for the curl on the brunettes' head and started playing with it using her fingers. Eyes sparkling with threat, and a cocky smile that reached the scar on her right cheek, Julchen was determined to get things done. "Now shut the hell up and marry Isa."
"Jul… if Lovino doesn't want to, you don't have to force him." A brown haired girl with tan complexion bended over and poked the arched woman's back. She was worried of the well-being of both, two hot headed and incredibly immature nations, if it was a fight through words, then all of them can manage. Of course, she had to cover her daughter's ears to avoid corruption, but it was better than watching a physical battle. Not that it mattered since the outcome was downright obvious. "Besides, if you continue doing that the-"
"Fuck you, as if I'll marry that old hag." Lovino spat at Julchen's face, intimidating her even more. Isabel twitched at his words, releasing her hand from her amiga's shoulder. She's not old! Nor is she a hag.
"Just marry her already! If you don't…." Pulling on his curl, the Italian fidgeted and became redder than he already was. "C-chigigi- woman stop that! If you don't…I'll…I'll violate you!"
She wasn't listening though, instead of releasing her grip, she pulled on it even more while laughing crazily at his reaction. "Marry her!"
Lovino still refused though, but Jul wasn't going to stop till he agreed, so she kept on pulling. "Chigigigi- Dammit woman, that's my erogenous zone!"
After a few more rounds of cursing and pulling, Lovino finally agreed. When she released his curl, he started panting; cheeks flushed red and green eyes filled with relief… Weirdo.
"Ha! Finally! Okay Isa, time to plan your wedding!" Before Julchen could stand up, she felt two hands on her breasts. "What the fuck are you doing?" Both hands on the woman's front, the flustered Italian tried to give off a smug laugh, hiding the embarrassment he was causing himself.
It took the Prussian a few seconds to fully understand the situation; Lovino was groping her awesome breasts; he was sweating and panting too which made it even more awkward. "I-I told you I'll violate you! Ha! Shitty abolished nation, that's what you get for molesting me."
"M-molest? Tita…I never knew you were the type that molested people…" A petite young girl appeared behind Isa and looked at Julchen with disgust. It was Maria, also known as thePhilippines. Tugging on her mother's clothes, she looked up and faced her as though asking for an explanation.
Isa seemed to have the same reaction. She shook her head while grunting; assuring her child everything is "fine" at least. To make things more unpleasant, lo and behold, Gilbert, appeared, acting disgusted too.
"Dios Mio, Jul…how could you do that to Roma?" said Isabel, still shaking her head.
Cheeks tainted red; the Prussian desperately tried to hide her panic but failed miserably. She faced the three with a now broken grin. "W-wait! You got it all wrong! I was only pulling his curl! And he's the one who groped me!"
"Mein schwester, how could you molest poor defenseless Romano?" Gilbert was holding out his laughter as he stared at his sister.
"This is a misunderstanding! Why would the awesome me do that to him! He's not worthy of my awesomeness!" She looked down and glared at the man below him. "Tell them I didn't molest you!"
"But you did. Shitty woman…pulling on my curl…tch." He didn't even bother listening to her as she continued to whine; he was too busy gently petting his curl while mumbling a few curses in Italian.
A hand suddenly touched Jul's shoulder, it was Isa. "Jul… you need to take responsibility for molesting Roma."
Her heart sank deep while repeating the Spaniard's words on her mind. Molesting…molesting….molesting Roma…
"But all I did was pull on his curl!"
"If you're doing it to an Italian, then that IS molesting. Now take responsibility and marry him."
"WHAT?" The two chorused. Both Lovino and Julchen were surprised. Their eyes now completely wide open and focused with each other. As if they'll ever marry!
Gilbert on the other hand couldn't help but laugh. Falling on the ground while holding his stomach, he was laughing like there's no tomorrow. This was just too priceless!
"Tita Jul's going to get married?" Maria exclaimed while looking at her aunt with amused eyes. Visions of the wedding now on her mind. "Can I be the flower girl, tita?"
Julchen flailed her arms while constantly saying she won't marry Lovino. This was supposed to be Isa's position, not hers!
"I wonder what will happen if Daniel finds out you molested Roma- he might hit you with a pan AND a ladle." Isa said threateningly; a ladle hurts a lot, but with a pan? That's just too much! And if Daniel finds out…
"K-kesese, I can handle that!" With shifty eyes, she tried to find a way out of this situation. Pointing towards the far north, she looked as surprise as can be. "Isa! Look! Tomatoes!" When everyone's attention got diverted, Jul quickly made a run for it and hid in a fridge. It's not the best hiding place, but who would ever find her there?
While holding her breath and sitting still, she grew confident no one would find her. She's in a fridge for old fritz' sake!
Depressively, Julchen tried to think of another plan to "fix" things. She bit her lower lip before thinking back to how this mess happened in the first place.
"Isa! Guess what?" Placing an arm over Isabel's shoulder, Julchen smirked and winked at Maria. "Your dear daughter wants a Papa!"
"But she already has one, Antonio, remember?" Isa smiled at her hyper friend; she could sense something and it isn't good.
"Not him, he's your brother! Kesese-"She couldn't help but laugh before finishing her sentence. "It's time for you to get hitched."
Isabel refused of course. But Jul already had an ace in her hand, Maria. She knew Isa couldn't refuse her daughter's wishes, so in the end, she agreed. The question is…who's she going to marry?
Arthur? He's good looking and all, but Antonio probably wouldn't like that.
Alfred? He's too full of himself! Besides, he looks like he's interested at Maria.
"Wait, wait, wait, who do you want to marry anyway?" Jul crossed her arms, still thinking of the possible grooms. "If it's my bruder, I'm going to lau-"
"It's not Gilbert!" She blushed slightly before glaring at Jul. "And it's a secret."
Smirking once again, she gave Isa a teasing stare, "So who do you NOT want to marry?"
"I definitely will NOT marry Roma." Twirling a lock of her hair, Isa looked away, making sure not to make eye contact with the silver haired girl.
"Kesesese, then it's settled, time to force that brat!"
While drowning in her flashback, someone suddenly kicked the fridge. After a few seconds, someone kicked it again and even pierced some sort of metal in it.
"A fridge, da?"
Shit, it's Ivan. And he's using his pick axe to make a hole in the fridge!
After 3 consecutive hits, 2 holes were created on the fridge, and from the looks of it, Ivan wanted to hit it even more! If this continues, she's going to get chopped too…
Taking advantage of the hole and her slim body, Jul crawled out of the fridge and made a run for it.
"Kesese, I'm too awesome to ge-" Whilst running, Jul bumped into someone, causing both of them to fall flat on the ground. Too startled to even look at who it was, she stood up and was about to run again.
"Watch it you bastard!" It was Lovino. He grabbed her wrist and forced her to sit still on the ground. "The tomato bastard's going to slice us both with her damn axe if we don't go back."
"Isa,.. tch." Face palming at her current situation; she tried to think once again. Things aren't going as planned. She scowled at the brunette before grabbing him by the collar. "Just tell her you don't want to marry me! Do something, anything!"
He averted her gaze and slapped her hand away, he was definitely pissed off. "I'm smart enough to stay away from that psycho's wrath. She has an axe and she won't hesitate to use it."
He was right though, that gigantic axe of the female Spaniard wasn't a friendly weapon, the wielder won't hold back in using it too.
"Fuck my life. How can the awesome me, marry YOU?" Covering herself in her hair, she mustered a few curses before finally shutting up and calming down.
"F-fine." She said in a weak voice as she looked up to make eye contact with Lovino. Their face both red with embarrassment at the realization that they're going to marry each other.
"You finally agreed?" Isabel appeared and placed her hand on Jul's shoulder again, keeping her smile intact. "No go backs, right Julchen?" Her smile never felt so eerie, especially now since her axe was on her other hand.
"Y-yeah." Standing up and dusting the dirt off her skirt, she gave a cocky smile towards Lovino. "You're one lucky douche for getting the chance to marry someone as awesome as me! Kesesese!"
"I'm marrying an abolished nation, yup, I definitely am lucky." Lovino stood up too, eyes closed, face twitching at Jul's words.
"Besides, we can just get divorced after the wedding right?" Jul started to laugh, and so did Isabel. Her grip on Jul's shoulder started to increase as they laughed. "No." She finally stated. "You can get divorced after 18 months, understood?" She continued to smile at both Julchen and Lovino, making sure they both knew who was in charge of making the decisions.
"Can I just give you a tomato and forget about this mess?" Using the tip of the axe's handle, Isa smacked Jul on the head before walking away, leaving behind a startled and horrified Lovino, and a certain female Prussian on the ground. "But if you do give me some tomatoes, you can get divorced after 12 months."
Dear Diary,
I was awesome as usual today!
In fact, I was too awesome, I ended up getting engaged. Can you believe it, the awesome me? Getting married? To someone like Lovino!
If it was Feliciano I wouldn't have hesitated, but it had to be his brother. And he kept calling me a "shitty abolished nation", how dare he?
Well sure, I AM abolished, but I'm still awesome. Awesome-er than all those other nations! The world simply can't handle the awesomeness that I have and fate decided I'm too awesome to be a nation.
And that Lovino is too unawesome to realize he's marrying the awesome me, what's wrong with him? I'm going to prove that bastard wrong.
Oh, and… Ladles aren't the only things I should keep away from, axes are pretty dangerous too. Specially pick axes. And even the handle of an axe. They aren't awesome enough to kill me, but they definitely hurt. Youch.
"So when's the wedding?" The raven haired nation chirped as she played with her aunt's hair, tying it in a neat ponytail with a red ribbon.
"Tomorrow." Tomato in hand, Isabel smiled at her dear Maria and her scowling friend, Julchen. "Everything's almost ready too!"
"Danke." Julchen said sarcastically, she never wanted this, not even by a bit. Maybe there was a 0.0000001% that she did, but it was only because marrying Lovino would mean she could be part of an actual nation. And living inItalywas better than staying at West's attic. She lovedGermanythough, the beer, the wursts, the drunkard merry men, the husky lifestyle, everything! The only thing she disliked was the memories that plagued her mind, memories she wished she'd never remember, mostly about her glory days. How she once was known, along with her brother, as a fearsome warrior, mercilessly slaying their enemies in the battle field, and winning wars as if it was a child's game. It was all too sickening, the reality that it was all in the past, and that she is now but a memory as well. Soon history would forget her, even the people that dwell upon her former territory. Fingers tightly wrapped on her cross pendant, she glanced sidewards to meet her niece's hazel eyes, pushing her thought away for the time being.
"Aren't you a bit too old to be a flower girl?" The two older women laughed at the 17 year old's now flustered face. The matter doesn't concern her though, for all she cared, even Ludwig could be the flower girl. It would have been hysterical but her eyes and mind would probably be scarred.
Meanwhile, Lovino was currently with his brother, Feliciano, who was apparently more enthusiastic about the matter more than the groom. It pissed Lovino off though, making him curse more than usual. As if it was even possible in the first place. His brother constantly reminding his fratello how he should treat his wife, and even suggested he should make them pasta on their honeymoon!
Honeymoon… He shrugged at the thought. He wasn't inexperienced to say the least, nor was his bride-to-be, he knew that well. However, he can't help but feel disdained. It wasn't the fact that she was not to his taste, she's absolutely beautiful! Long silver hair, despite its wildness gave off an elegant feel, making him want to caress it. Her doll like features despite her history as a monster in the battle field was hard to believe, a slender body, pale skin, and a decent amount of shortness, just enough to make her fit in his frames. Her scar made her even more appealing in the eye, a constant reminder that she was no ordinary woman. And her eyes, her eyes that looked like the ripest tomato that he has ever seen. If neither would mind, he could stare at them all day, even wanting to devour it. She seems like a "good catch". The more he thought about it, the more he cursed inside and out for letting his inner romantic take control of his mind. It was Julchen for goodness' sake!
He brushed the notion off and continued to listen to his foolish brother, now talking about a good choice in undergarments. He swore to God if Feliciano wasn't his brother, he'd strangle him till he can no longer breathe for speaking of topics like those. Not that he minded of course, the timing just wasn't right.
Both groom and bride were too stubborn to even help in the preparations; they never wanted to participate in the first place. So the other nations did it for them, mainlySpainandGermanywith help from helping separately though, they had a "surprise" that would make the Prussian glad she was going to get married. She doubted that fact though.
"Dios mio, you're both as lazy as can be." Isa twirled her axe, making sure the two in front of her were paying attention. "This is unacceptable."
Gripping the cross on her neck, Jul breathed in deeply before facing Isa, grabbing hold of her axe. "Now, now, we're just going to complain anyway, so, it's better if we DON'T try to help. Right, brat?" She then faced Lovino giving him a 'Just shut up and agree' look. He sighed and nodded at her. "Sure, what the potato bastard said."
"S-see? That Chigigi-ing sissy said so himself."
"Who're you calling a sissy, you fucktard!"
"You're the only sissy here, so shush you! I might be a fucktard, but I'm an awesome one!"
"Shitty abolished nation!"
"Shitty gay nation!"
"I'm not gay!"
"Says your curl! Awesomeness has spoken, YOU ARE GAY. Mein gott I'm marrying a gay nation."
"Shut up! You're lucky you're marrying ME. Awesome? PFT."
"You're doubting my awesomen-"
"ENOUGH." Before their bickering could continue, Isabel cut in, an annoyed smile plastered on her face, and an axe ready to be used.
"You're right, you'll be a nuisance if you do help…so…" With a swing of the Spaniard's axe, the two stiffened up, eyes faced up, hands on their side, and mouths completely shut. "I suggest you two spend time together and be a REAL couple, comprende~?"
Julchen was about to complain, but before she could muster a word; Isabel aimed the tip of the axe at her, ginning ever so "kindly". Subconsciously, Julchen grabbed Lovino, locking her arm in his. "We get it, we get it! For Fritz' sake, get that thing away from me!"
Seeing her gesture, the female Spaniard loosened her grip on her axe and aimed it at the ground. She gave them a reassuring smile that if they continue to piss her off, there's going to be a funeral instead of a wedding. Before they could melt due to her death gaze, the two sped off and ran outside the Italian's home.
Their little wedding was going to be held there, atItaly. Surprisingly, the nations were all too supportive and ended up staying at his home in high hopes of helping. Feliciano was too much of an idiot to even decline or consult his brother about the issue.
"Verdammt, Isa's gone mad!" Arms still locked to one another, both were sitting at the porch, face filled with grimace as they remembered Isa's words.
"This is all your fault, potato bastard." He sighed and stood up, forcing her to do the same. "If we're going to do this, we might as well do this right, dammit." Using his free hand, he brushed of some of his hair to the side and greeted Julchen with a cocky smirk. "If that tomato bastard wants to see a real couple, fine, I'm a fucking Italian, this should be easy."
She merely continued blinking at him, his face filled with determination, the usual blush on his face never leaving its usual spot. He was being adorable, not that she'd say that out loud. "Kesese, really now? How're you going to that, hmmn?"
After a brief pause, he faced her again with a smug look on his face. "A date and it's going to be fucking great."
They both departed briefly to change, Lovino was right, if they were going to go with Isa's plan, they might as well do it right. If they don't, an axe might just cut their head off, literally.
After 15 minutes, both met again outside the gate. Lovino now wearing beige shorts that reached 2 inches below his knees matched with a pair of brown sandals and a plain dark green collared shirt; the first 2 buttons undone. Julchen on the other hand was wearing an orange shirt that was a bit large for her size, grey shorts and red flip flops.
Her hair swaying freely in the wind, she locked her arm in Lovino's again. "So, what're we going to do?"
Keeping his mouth shut, he led her to a small shop, a short distance away from the Italian's home. Julchen released her arm and started to observe the shop from the window. Roller blades were displayed neatly on wooden shelves, and there was a short old man sitting on the far right, arranging the smaller blades.
"Roller blades?" She gave him an unsure look, feeling a bit wary. But he insisted so they both went in. The moment they entered, the short man that looked as though he was in his mid 50's greeted them both with a warm smile.
"Benvenuto! Amico!" The man stood up and placed his arms on his waist, chuckling slightly as Lovino and Julchen went near, nodding at his greeting. "Amico, you brought a date? That's a first!"
Lovino scratched his head as he nodded again. Julchen couldn't help but think about how he looked friendlier right now. From the looks of it, he often came here, and the owner of the store is a friend of his.
"La mia futuro sposa." A faint red appeared on his cheeks as he introduced the Prussian to the man, which made him chuckle even more.
"Ciao, Bella! Mi chiamo Callisto, voi?" Julchen was a bit confused at Lovino's words; the only thing she understood was mia and futuro.
And as for the other man, she thinks he said hello, his name is Callisto and now he's asking for her name. "The name's Julchen! Nice to meet you Signor Callisto." She laughed awkwardly before admitting she can't understand too much Italian. Callisto apologized for assuming, good thing he knew English.
Three kids suddenly entered the store, interrupting their little chit chat. Callisto excused himself and instructed Lovino to "do the usual".
The Italian brunette dragged his date towards one of the shelves and told her to choose anything as long as it fits. Hesitantly, she grabbed a pair of white ones. As soon as she did, Lovino grabbed a black pair and headed towards the door, dragging the confused Prussian once again.
"So…how does this work?" She sighed as he followed him. He was putting on his roller blades now, strapping them tightly. "Just put them on and leave your shoes at the locker."
Doing as she was told, she quickly mimicked what he did while mumbling about how unawesome this was.
"This part ofSouth Italyis a bit rural. Not much houses or people, but there's lots to see. A car isn't necessary but walking seems dull. So shut the hell up and just do what I say." He said with an annoyed tone.
Julchen wasn't whining without a reason though. She wasn't use to this. And what's worst-
"Let's go." Lovino stood up and had a head start. When he noticed his companion was still sitting down, he came back, a brow raised and eyes focused on the woman sitting uncomfortably while averting his gaze. "Don't tell me you-"
"S-shut up! It's not what it looks like." She cut in before he could say it to her face. "So what if I can't use this damn skates or whatever you call it. I-I'm awesome!"
She crossed her arms; face a bit flustered with embarrassment. "And don't even think of changing plans. That old man will probably laugh at me!" Her head was still turned sidewards, she was even pouting. If he wasn't sane, he might think she's adorable right now. Maybe just a bit.
"You should have said so earlier, idiot." He grabbed her wrist, forcing her to stand. She was slightly stumbling, but her hold on her was tight enough to support her movements. "Since you're 'awesome', learning shouldn't be hard."
With slow movements, he guided her, allowing them to move without ending up falling flat on the ground. The streets were quiet, little bits of noises forming a weird yet interesting sound. It felt…likeItaly.
Hand at her wrist while roller blading, he started increasing his pace since she was keeping up nicely. Besides, they're almost at their destination.
Enjoying the scene, the Prussian closed her eyes, allowing the vibe of the place get to her. It felt peaceful. She went toItalybefore, but it was at North. The Southern parts were completely new to her. It wasn't as urban as the north, but it was intoxicating. The old, rustic feel of the environment, greenery here and there, very few people in the streets, and the silence that seemed louder than noise itself. She wouldn't mind getting used to living here. Besides, she had to. She's staying here starting tomorrow.
12 months. She thought. 12 months, tied to that bastardous nation, Romano.
Looking at him from the back, he didn't mind what she saw. His hand extended backwards towards her, his hand on her wrists, his back lean and strong. From this point of view, he looked worthy of the awesomeness that is her. She laughed at her own thoughts and closed her eyes once again, moving accordingly to the man in front of him.
"Oi, stop sleeping!" They finally halted. Opening her eyes, she eyed on Lovino, pointing towards a restaurant. The scent of food invaded her nose, and it was heavenly! She quickly noticed the familiar scent-
"Tomatoes?"
He pouted at her reaction, nodding in the process. They were actually at a place that served fresh, tasty pizza. But tomatoes were overpowering the scent. No wonder he chose this joint.
"Kesese, you remind me of Antonio and Isa." This time, it was Julchen that dragged him inside, choosing a seat at the mid left. A tall dark man quickly assisted them, waiting for their order.
"Neapolitan pizza, due.E Limoncello. Grazie." The man nodded, leaving an irritated Julchen, glaring at Lovino. "Danke for not even asking me what I want. And you only ordered pizza?"
She grumbled even more, having regrets about allowing him to get away with it easily. Back inGermany, she eats a lot especially at noon. Nothing could beat a bowl of soup, loads of meat with vegetables on the side, and a good dessert. Not to mention the beer, which was considered as water on their household. Now she's going to settle for pizza and…lemon?
"What the hell did you order anyway?" She drowned her face in her arms on the table, still moping like a child who popped her balloon. "Pizza if it wasn't obvious. And liqueur. It's strong, so I'll assume you'll like it."
"It's named after a lemon for old fritz' sake!" The people around them started to stare, she glared at them without hesitation though, causing them to stop and just ignore her.
"Bastard, stop making a scene." Brushing his hair with his palm, he sighed as he left for the bathroom.
When he came back, their food was already there, his date already devouring a slice of the pizza. "Why'd you order two? I never knew you were a heavy eater kesese." Now eating her fourth slice, she sloppily attempted to start a conversation, her mood slightly better.
"I'm not, idiot. I knew you were barbaric so I figured you eat a lot." He took a sip from his glass and watched in amusement at her reaction. She's pouting again.
"As long as I get food, fine!" She increased her eating pace, and in a matter of minutes, they ran out of pizza. They were both full though, thank heavens.
Jul tasted the strange liqueur, sticking her tongue out at the odd taste. It was definitely strong, but she's used to them. "You Italians sure have an odd taste in good alcohol."
As soon as they finished, Lovino quickly paid and they both left.
"What now Signor I'm-a-fucking-Italian-going-on-a-date-should-be-easy?" She teasingly said as soon as they left the pizza joint.
"The hell is up with that name?" The Prussian pushed him a bit. Since he was caught off guard, he ended up falling down. With a cocky grin, Julchen held out a hand to help him.
Puffing his cheeks, he grabbed her hand, but instead of using it as an aid to stand up, he pulled her down. Now they're both flat on the ground.
"Potato bastard!"
"Tomato bastard!"
"That's Spain, not me, shitty abolished nation!"
"You're inlove with tomatoes and you're a bastard, so you're a tomato bastard too, shitty gay nation!"
The two paused for a bit, after a few seconds, they ended up laughing. In fact, Julchen was laughing so hard, she didn't even notice that it was a rare sight to see Lovino laughing. Scratch that, it was rare to actually laugh WITH him.
When they finally calmed down, Lovino stood up first, followed by Julchen who grabbed onto his arm. "So, I repeat, what now?"
"Sight-seeing." Lovino led the way again, entering a small spaced alley. It was rich in plants though, even on the cracks in the wall, small buds were blooming. It was hard to distinguish if it was nature's doing or it was the work of the people living there.
"The rural area ofSouth Italy," He sighed. "What do you think?"
"What do I think?" Shaking his hand away from her wrist, she chuckled softly before taking a deep breath. "This place is where I'm going to show you how awesome I am!"
The Italian gave her a confused look before finally getting what she met. She can't be se-
"You doubt my awesomeness? CONVERT THE NON BELIEVER!" Julchen skated towards him, a bit shaky, but she was doing it on her own. Grabbing his wrist, this time, she "guided" him.
A small smile entered his face, which was soon replaced with a smirk. "Convert yourself." He brushed her hand away and sped up, declaring a race. She didn't hesitate though, she sped up as well. The streets weren't wide, so it was easy to keep track of where her companion was, and surprisingly, it helped her skate better.
Lovino wasn't using his full speed though, besides, he'd really appear "sissy" if he took advantage of the fact she was still learning.
Their distance was pretty close, and they moved at a decent speed; they ended up skating the day away while exploring the slums ofSicily.
"Signora-"
A little girl suddenly tugged on Julchen's shirt. They were currently resting and sitting on a bench. When both she and Lovino glanced at the child, she showed them her basket of flowers. "Oh, you're selling them?"
The girl looked at her with confusion; Lovino quickly reminded his 'date' that very few could understand any other language besides their native tongue here.
The Prussian nodded and faced the girl, attempting to communicate through gestures. She pointed towards herself first, and then to the flowers. After that, she did an "ok" sign.
The little girl giggled at her customer, and showed her the variety of flowers inside.
They were all beautiful, and she wanted to let the girl decide which flower is best, so she made Lovino her translator. He grunted but agreed nonetheless.
"Signor, is she your lover?" The girl asked.
"She's my…bride to be. We're to be wed tomorrow." Lovino said uncomfortably. It was the truth though.
The girl clapped her hands and smiled at them cheerfully. "You must love each other truly then!" She said enthusiastically. "N-no. We were forced. For all I know, no love is present here."
The girl frowned at Lovino's response and focused on her basket, searching for a certain kind of flower. She took two flowers, both of the same kind. She then gave them to the couple. It was a small white bud that had an even smaller yellow bud in the middle.
"What's this?" Lovino asked.
"A gift. But you will still buy from me, yes?" Though a bit confused at the child's gift, he simply nodded. She refused to choose for him since according to her, flowers have meaning when given; she has no right to choose for the couple.
He couldn't care less about the names of the flowers or their meanings, so he chose randomly. He spotted a white bud that stood out from the rest of the flowers. Strangely, it reminded him of his companion, so he chose it.
The child smiled at his decision, and even wrapped a red ribbon on the stem before giving it to them. Lovino gave the girl more than enough, and watched as she merrily left from their sight.
He was confused at her reaction, but simply brushed it off and gave the flower to his clueless date. "So, what did you guys talk about?" She was observing them the entire time, Italian seems like a lovely language, but she still can't speak nor understand it enough to even catch up with what they were saying. "It's nothing."
He stood up and signaled for her to do the same. It was getting late; they still had to return the roller blades.
They quickly found their way back to Callisto's shop, who greeted them with the same warm smile. After paying up and returning the rented goods, they thanked the old man and headed out. He was chuckling again though, both grew curious but they ended up having the same conclusion; he was a very, very, VERY cheerful man.
Truth be told, that wasn't just the case, he was actually amused at the sight of the two and the white buds that they had.
When the couple returned home, Isa greeted them at the door along with Feliciano, both waving happily at them.
"Fratello! Welcome back." He had a plate full of pasta on his right hand and insisted that they should eat. He prepared enough to feed an army.
Lovino ignored his brother and headed inside, nearly collapsing on the couch, he was too tired to argue.
Julchen on the other hand, went towards the kitchen, along with Isa, to eat Feli's pasta. How could she deny such a cutie?
While eating, Isa noticed the buds on Jul's hair. Apparently, the Prussian didn't know where to place them, so she tucked them in her hair. It matched her long silver hair though, so she kept it there for the time being.
"Where did you get those?" Isa asked.
"These? The tomato bas- I mean Lovino, bought them earlier. The little girl who sold them was cute too! Too bad I never understood what she said."
Lovino bought them, for her?
Isabel softly chuckled at her words, this was perfect! "Jul, do you know the meaning of those buds?"
She shook her head in response. She doesn't even know the name, how could she know the meaning!
Face palming at her idiotic friend, she quickly finished her pasta and went to the quarters Feliciano offered them. At least they had progress.
Dear Diary,
Guess who was awesome today? ME!
Isa was being a witch again, she threatened me with that giant axe of hers. I wasn't scared though! I'm too awesome for that. But one can never be too careful.
I ended up going on a date with that sissy Romano. Isa kept on nagging that we had to be a couple or something and the idiot's "Italian" side started spurring out, so I didn't have a choice.
It was actually fun! It might even be awesome. I learned how to use roller blades; I didn't even break a sweat! The pizza was tasty too, but nothing can beat old fashioned sausages, served with beer of course!
That lemon thing was actually good, so I don't mind drinking it again.
My awesomeness was at its greatest while we were racing though, ha! That sissy was lucky I was just warming up, so he might have had the lead. But I was still awesome!
And there was a cute girl that sold us flowers too. I'm going to learn Italian someday, and I can finally talk properly to that girl. And old man Callisto too!
PS: Flowers wilt right? We bought white flowers earlier, they're really pretty, and it'd be a waste if they wilt, so I'll keep them on this page. It's called preserving them right? Ha! I'm awesome enough to think of this idea.
PSS: Italians are nice. Except Lovino. Maybe he's nice, but only a little bit.
Side Notes?
Some events are based on a rp, the date thing and other tiny bits are all random =3=
It's basically random at first, and I really want to use some of the events during an rp, since I made this for me and my rp partner's entertainment XD
The original plan was for Isa to marry Lovi, but...I failed XD The plan backfired on me, seriously, I was shocked XD
In the end, I ended up falling for this pairing. I do hope you'll like them as a couple too :)
-my lack of knowledge in hetalia may cause oocness, sorry~
THEY DO NOT LOVE EACH OTHER NOR EVEN LIKE EACH OTHER..at least not yet XD We'll just have to wait and see, yes?
Oh and Anon, thanks for the orrection :*
Chapter Word Count: 6,079
The flowers the kid gave them are Jonquils :
They're really pretty, small but very pretty. And the meaning behind it matches them too "Love me" XD
And the ones Lovi bought are White Violets. It means something like "Let's take a chance on happiness." =v=
Dios Mio, Mein Gott = My God
Verdammt = Damn
Schwester = Sister
Fratello = Brother
Tita = Aunt
Danke = Thanks
Benvenuto! Amico! = Welcome! Friend!
La mia futuro sposa = My future bride / My bride-to-be
Ciao, Bella! Mi chiamo Callisto, voi? = Hello, beautiful! My name is Callisto, you?
Signor/Signora = Mr/Ms
Neapolitan pizza, due. E Limoncello. Grazie - Neapolitan pizza, two. And Limoncello. Thanks.
The italized part during Lovi's conversation with the girl are suppose to be italian. XD
I'm really sorry if I made a mistake on the foreign languages, I'll try my best to get it right. Oh, and if you notice any errors, gramatically or all those other things, please tell me. Thanks!