Guys i have been athinking and i decided that my favorite pairing is... SPAMANO.. sigh... its like the cutest thing ever non? well anyway i think the reason i love this pairing is because I am soooo like Roma... confession time peeps, I am a tsundere, well and half spain. so you can say i have a bipolar desease. I am so like tonio, then i loose my temper and i become like romano... okay enough of my blabbering, and here is my new story... and yes for some reason the title is referring to erm... my little pony... DON'T JUDGE ME... i just enjoy watching it thats all...
My name is Lovina Romano Vargas, I am 21 years-old and I live in a small apartment over looking Central Park in New York City. I live there alone, taking care of my annoying and better-in-every-way little sister Feliciana. We both are juniors at Hetalia International College of yaddy yadda yadda shit.
Our parents died a long time ago in a car crash so we taken care by our grandfather or Nonno in Italian, Romulus Vargas. My grandfather lives over his restaurant, The Veneziano, which he named in my sister's honor. God, everyone just loved my sister, always cooing and fussing over her cute antics and fucking adorable face, while I moped in the corner biting anyone who came to close's head off. They always just backed off, anger in their eyes and went back to fussing over Feli.
Growing up I learned quickly that you got to keep your heart inside a electrified cage otherwise you got hurt. The only person that who was inside that cage was my innocent idiotic Feli. No one else. Not even Nonno who I long since learned always preferred Feli.
I was average in looks, grades, and talents, and a fail in everything else. My long waist length plain brown hair was boring compared to Feli's cute wavy light brown hair with tints of honey. My uninteresting hazel eyes were plain next to Feli beautiful expressive gold orbs. I was the dowdy weed to her sunflower, and lets not even get started with my people skills.
This morning was a great example.
"Lovi~ Time to wake up sorella~! First day of school aren't you excited-a~!" my sister's musical Italian-accented voice drifted through the bedroom door with the smell of freshly prepared pasta. My stomach grumbled as I cracked open one eye and started stretching my bruised and battered body, remembering my fight yesterday with the local gang leader. I had been the triumphant winner but not without consequences. I let out a moan as I slowly stretched out my arms, my biceps protesting.
"Sorella! How earth did you get that!" I followed her horrified golden gaze to the shiny black bruise on the olive skin of my thigh the shape of a giant fist. I quickly covered my naked body with the blankets. Damn, I usually never bruise!
"Um, I bumped into the table."
She nodded, "Maybe I can get you so ice for that Lovi~" bringing back an oblivious smile on her face and turned away. I didn't notice the fact that the smile fell the instant she was not facing me, so I sighed with relief thanking the gods for mia sorella oblio.
I pulled the blanket off and slowly got up despite my aching muscles.
"Shit," I murmured as I took a good look at my naked body in the mirror. The one thing I was truly pleased with was the strength that rippled through my muscles each time I stretched. My corded stomach rippled with each twist and my leg muscles flexed impressively. I may not look it but I can pack a mean punch, and for the past few years I have never met anyone who can actually beat me in a contest of strength.
"Sorella!~" I whipped around to see Feli eyeing me with amusement.
"What the fuck!" I grabbed the ice from her hand and ran into our closet and closed the door. I lowered the ice onto my bruise and slowly began to rub it up and down on the nice shiner I received when I let my guard down for more that half a second.
Getting dressed quickly into a Black T-shirt and white skinny jeans, I took my sweet time making my way to the kitchen groaning and moaning at the prospect of going to
school after a summer full of spending time with Feli, Kylie, Marybeth, and sometimes, Daan, the dutch guy who lives downstairs. The only people that put up with me and my fucking... Lovi-ness.
Sitting down, I was immediately served a big dish of steaming hot pasta.
"Pasta? Che cazzo? For breakfast Fels?" I muttered as she sat down with a bigger pile of starch and sauce.
"Pasta, pasta, pasta! Ve~!" she sang.
Cursing under my breath I quickly scarfed down the pasta, starving after last night's escapades. In a few seconds I was done.
Standing I left the empty plate for Feli to clean and went to start the car, but not before grabbing a tomato to much on.
As I make my way over to Feli and my red convertible, I notice two guys, one leaning casually against the bumper as the other one fiddled with an iPhone. Both were built like bikers. And quite terrifying.
I slowed down as I reached them, a scowl fixated permanently on my face.
The one leaning against my car straightened up and mock saluted me, "Vargas, you should smile more, didn't your old man ever tell you that if you'd keep making faces your face just might freeze that way?"
"Fuck off Paulo!" I snarled. I rounded on Jack.
"Tell the old man to fuck off. Me and Feli can cope on our own."
"Feli and I." Paulo interjected grinning.
I gave him the finger.
"Vargas, Romulus heard about your venture with Spike last night," Jack intervened before I can tell Paulo where to shove his grammar.
I narrowed my eyes at Jack, "And?"
"He's concern-"
"Tell him to shove his concerns up his ass. I have my business, he has his. Tell him to quit bothering me! Now shove it before Feli comes."
"If you'd just let us prote-"
My face start heating up with anger and I knew I was going to blow soon.
Jack must have noticed to because he grabbed Paulo and practically ran out of there. He had faced the Lovina Temper before and that was more than enough to last a lifetime.
I hopped in the car and brought it around to the curb to wait for Feli who just then burst out of the lobby. Little did I know that she had been watching the entire scene from the lobby with an uncharacteristic sad expression that was alarming the doorman.
Feliciana was worried. It had been along time since she last saw Paulo and Jack, Nonno's hit men talking to Lovi.
Even though her sorella and Nonno always believed Feliciana to be ignorant of their *ahem* illegal activities, it was quite the opposite.
While Feliciana didn't all the details she was aware of what she needed to be. She needed to be there so Nonno and Sorella had someone to stay alive for. She did her best to be as Feli as possible so they made decisions that always brought them back to her. Pretending she didn't know that the awful bruise, it just tore her heart to see it, was from a brute of a man slamming his meaty fist into her sorella's thigh or that lovi was clenching the steering wheel too hard as to contain her anger.
It was selfish, but Feliciana was determined that Lovi and Nonno would always be with her.
r+r as always
oh and i have alot of ocs for my story. if its a name like smith, brown or oiadjgoadhsgohfso then its an oc
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