Emy Note:

Hi, everyone. I haven't had much luck finishing a story, so I waited until I finished writing this one before posting it. There are a couple of scenes that might be more T+, but I didn't think required a M rating. It's only making out, but nothing too graphic. Truthfully, it isn't really graphic at all. Anyways, I don't own Hetalia obviously. Although, I did cosplay as fem!Canada for SLCC.


Feli:

I wandered around the University hallway looking at the student art displays. My picture was about three down labeled Draw a Circle, That's the Earth by Feliciana Vargas. Checking my phone for the time, I realized my boyfriend of two years would be getting out of class in about five minutes. I really should hurry, I thought skipping to the engineering building.

Even with the mob of students exiting the building, it was easy to find Ludwig. His tall stature coupled with his light blonde hair slicked back made him stick out. I bounced up and down excitedly. My wayward curl bounced along with me.

"Luddy!" I called loudly waving my arms in the air to get his attention. The crisp fall air caused small puffs of white to appear when I spoke. "Luddy! Guess what? Guess what?"

"Vat, Feli?" Ludwig replied. I learned long ago that he refused to play the guessing game with me. Oh well, I thought cheerfully.

"Mia sorella is moving here!"

"Sister? I didn't know you had a hermanita." A Spanish man interrupted what Ludwig was about to say and threw his arm over my shoulder. I noticed Luddy glaring at him, but the newcomer didn't seem phased.

"Hiya, Big Brother Antonio, Gilbert, Francis," I greeted pulling away from Antonio and waving at my other two friends. I wrapped my arms around Ludwig. Looking up at Antonio, I corrected his assumption, "I'm her sorellina. She's two years older than me, so that'd make her twenty-two, I think. She might be twenty-three now. I haven't seen her or talked to her since we moved here, so I don't really remember her much." My face fell slightly as I realized I knew next to nothing about my sister.

"You don't remember her?" Gilbert questioned surprised. "Hey, Kleiner Bruder," Gilbert greeted Ludwig. He tried to throw his arm around him, but found the angle difficult due to the height difference. I giggled at Gilbert's attempt. Most people found it hard to believe that Gilbert was the older of the two. Not only was he shorter, Gilbert was also slighter.

"She's been in Italy her whole life. When Mamma and I moved here to be with Nonno, mia sorella stayed with a family friend." I explained sadly.

Oblivious to my depressed mood, Antonio curiously asked, "Feli, didn't you move here when you were five? Why would your mama let a seven year old stay in Italy?"

"Well, uh, um," I mumbled and stuttered trying to remember what Mamma had said. Finally, I responded, "Lovina and Mamma fought a lot. Mamma thought she'd be happier if she stayed."

There was a short awkward silence surrounding our group. It was a relief when Antonio suddenly yelled, "Tomato!" I laughed as I watched him run towards the university's cafeteria searching for his favorite snack. Big Brother Antonio always made me laugh.

Once my bout of giggles stopped, Ludwig pushed Gilbert's arm off of him and turned to look at me, "Ven is she coming?"

I beamed at Ludwig remembering why I was so excited earlier, "She gets in tonight. I'm so excited! Ve~!"

"Ohonhonhon, a new little Italien friend," Francis laughed "I can't wait to meet her. Anyone related to you must be une jolie femme." He kissed my hand before following after his Spanish friend.

"The awesome me vill see you later, West!" Gilbert waved at us and went after the other two-thirds of his trio.

As I giggled at their antics, Luddy and I started following at a slower pace. The short walk was filled by my incessant talking. I wanted to tell Ludwig all about my sister, "Most of her stuff got here days ago, but her car just got here yesterday. She imported it from Italy."

For the most part, Ludwig just let me chatter to my heart's content, but I knew mentioning her car would catch his attention, "Vat kind of kar?" I giggled as his accent got stronger. It meant he was really curious.

I paused for a second trying to remember. I probably should have written it down. My finger bounced against my mouth in an attempt to jog my memory. "It's a Fiat 500 something, something starting with an a."

"Abarth?" Ludwig suggested, surprisingly without much of an accent. He's so funny about anything with wheels.

"That sounds about right," I nodded, "Nonno said it's a good car, fast or something like that. I think it's cute. It's all red. But it's got that stick shifty thingy, so I can't drive it."

"It's a manual transmission," Ludwig corrected automatically. He spends his free time working on cars. They're his passion and he's really good at it. Although if you ask me, he's good at anything.

By this time, we reached the door to the cafeteria. Ludwig pulled it open and held it so that I could walk inside. He's so nice! With him holding the door, I could continue using my hands to motion along with my words. "I hope they have pasta today. Usually, they only have pasta on Tuesdays and Thursdays. I know its Friday, but I'm really craving it. You know how I usually pack my lunch on Fridays, but I was so excited about her coming that I got distracted. I was going to make orecchiette with meatballs or maybe a seafood linguini." I trailed off daydreaming about my favorite pasta dishes.

"If they don't have it, we can get you some for dinner." Ludwig responded.

"You're so nice, Luddy!" I exclaimed and wrapped my arms around him in a hug. "I just love you!" Ludwig just blushed in response.


Lovina:

I had only been in the United States for an hour, and I was already sick of it. My plane landed at precisely 5:05, my designated arrival time. The extremely rare on-time arrival had almost made me smile. After getting off the plane, I hurried into the lobby hoping to find whoever was picking me up. My good mood was short lived when I realized no one was there.

I waited in those stupid, uncomfortable airport chairs hoping to see Nonno or someone. As the minutes ticked past, it seemed like the chances of that happening was less and less.

Mumbling angrily to myself, I decided to try and find a pay phone. My cellphone died on the way over, and my charger had been sent ahead with my other things.

While searching, I passed a mirror and flinched at my reflection. My usually perfectly arranged auburn hair looked like a rat's nest from the 13 hour flight from Rome. For once, the unruly Vargas curl that stuck out from the middle of my wavy hair actually blended in. Using my fingers, I began brushing my shoulder length hair in an attempt get it to calm down.

"Lovina!" A voiced yelled suddenly. My fingers had just found a knot and when I jumped in surprise, I accidently yanked and pulled my hair roughly.

"Ow, great." I mumbled sarcastically rubbing the side of my head.

"Lovina! Sorella!" The voice called again, loudly.

I turned to look at the girl calling me sister. The girl rapidly approaching me hadn't changed at all since she was five. Feliciana's brown hair was pulled into low pigtails and her chocolate eyes were wide with excitement. To me, she barely even looked taller than her five year old counterpart.

As the figure rushed towards me, my happiness from someone finally showing up quickly turned into fear. Feliciana was running full speed towards me, and she showed no sign of stopping, let alone slowing down. Dear God! I thought terrified.

Letting out a loud embarrassing screech, I side stepped her, and Feliciana ran into the wall.

"That wasn't very nice, Sorella." Feliciana whined rubbing her nose and sitting on the floor.

"Well, you shouldn't have charged at me like that, Idiota." I responded with little remorse. That's what you get for trying to run me over! My tone quickly became angry, "What in the hell took you so long? My plane landed over an hour ago."

"Mi dispiace, Sorella. Mamma was supposed to come get you, but I guess she forgot." Feliciana stood up. Oh, Mamma was going to get me. That explains a lot, I thought to myself. "I missed you!" She exclaimed glomping onto me.

"Could've fooled me," I replied trying to pull her off of me. I thought back to last time I had even talked to Feliciana: 15 years, 3 months, 22 days. Not that I was counting or anything. It's not like I missed her or something.

Feliciana let go and grabbed my hand, "Come on! Ludwig is waiting in the car. Do you have all your bags?"

I adjusted the carry-on bag on my shoulder and nodded. As we got closer to the exit, the rest of Feliciana's statement caught up with me. "Who the hell is Ludwig?"

Feliciana giggled happily, "He's my boyfriend. He came with me to get you because I couldn't drive."

"What do you mean you couldn't drive?" I examined her for any injuries that would keep her from getting behind the wheel. I couldn't see any. No injuries, no excuse for not driving, I thought definitively.

"Well, I wanted to surprise you, so we brought your car!" She responded happily, "But I can't drive a manual who-zie-whats-it. So I brought Ludwig along."

"Manual transmission," I said and then, I understood what Feliciana was saying. My baby was here. My beautiful 2012 Fiat 500 Abarth was here somewhere. I glanced around impatiently trying to find my tomato red car with a green top. Spotting it quickly, I hurried towards it almost outwardly smiling. "My baby," I cooed.

I love my car. It's my pride and joy. Most people look at it and think it's cute and small, but they have no idea about the work I've done under the hood.

Obliviously, Felciana rattled on endlessly. I vaguely heard something about Ludwig and manual transmission, but I wasn't really paying attention.

As we got closer to the car, I noticed a hulking blonde sitting in my driver's seat. "Who the hell is he? And why is he driving my precious pomodoro?"

"That's Ludwig, Sorella. I already told you that, silly. Lovina, this is my boyfriend, Ludwig Beilschmidt. Ludwig, this is mia sorella, Lovina." Feliciana introduced us through the window.

Ludwig stuck his hand out the open window to shake my hand. Who the hell does that?!

"Hallo, Lovina." He greeted me politely, the bastard.

"Get the hell out of my car, you, you, Potato Bastard!" I yelled slapping his proffered hand away.

Not understanding what just happened, he only responded with, "Huh?"

"Oh, my god, you're an idiota as well as a Potato Bastard. Feli, you have awful taste in men." I ranted to my sister. She just had to go choose a German, eww! "I said get the hell out of my car. Who gave you permission to drive? I sure as hell didn't so move. Now!" I growled.

"Lovina, I said it was okay for him to drive. I figured you'd want to see your car and I couldn't drive it." Feliciana was almost in tears.

I'm not good with tears, especially when they're hers. Most people I yell at are guys and typically, guys don't cry. And if they did, I'd laugh hysterically.

"Whatever. Just move to the back, Potato Bastard, and don't touch my car again." I groused, hoping Feliciana would knock it off.

"I can't," Ludwig replied. "It would be illegal for me to get out of the car in a no-parking zone."

What the hell? I stared at him like he had grown a second head in the last few seconds.

"Not to mention, you don't know where we are going and you aren't used to driving in the United States." Ludwig tried to explain reasonably.

He didn't notice that I was getting redder and redder, and I was seconds away from tearing him a new one when Feliciana got in my way. She quickly put her hand over my mouth. "Lovina, we are missing dinner. Nonno is making pasta."

"With tomatoes?" I asked in awe of pasta. Momentarily pacified with the thought of food, I let her shove me into the backseat of my car.