Heyllo! I'm baaaaack~ With some extra chapters that can be stuck into the middle of Are We There Yet, Antonio?! Because there were soooo many people just beggin' me to do so (well, only one of yous but that's good enough for me) and because messin' with people is fun. You should probably read Are We There Yet first but hey, your choice!
Oh yes, and, these are probably going to be a whole lot shorter than the other ones already were. Eh.
So again, I do not own Axis Powers Hetalia or it's characters, just this weird idea of mine! Oh, and if you catch any references I make, well, good for you! If you don't, that's fine too!
Ya know a colour that was really starting to get on Lovino's nerves? Red. Red, red, red. Because that was all he could see right now. A swirling tunnel of fucking red. He hated red. He wanted to kill red. He wanted to destroy anything and everything red from the wo- from all worlds. Upon realizing what he just thought, he wished that tomatoes were blue.
Not even turning around to check on Antonio, Lovino braced himself for the coming impact.
Sure enough, it came; Lovino and Antonio landed on the expected patch of grass. It was a front lawn, but of somebody's house. A very familiar looking house...
Grunting and cursing, Lovino stood up and brushed himself off, spitting on the dirt spitefully before holding out a hand to help his Spanish lover off the ground. As soon as the two had their wits gathered, Antonio said, "Well, that was.. indifferent." True; it seemed tha- okay, now I'm not really sure how to explain this dude's thoughts.
Lovino rolled his eyes. "Whatever, bastard. Agh, dammit, where are we now?" They both looked back to the large, well-kept house. It looked nice enough. Lovino didn't really feel like describing it, so we'll skip the details, but the point is: it was a house.
Antonio, however, spent an extra moment staring at the house. Turning back to Lovino, he asked curiously, "You don't recognize this place?"
"No, of course I don't, dipshit! If I did, I wouldn't be fucking asking you where we are, would I?" Lovino huffed at the Spaniard's stupidity.
"Lovino.. this is Austria's house."
"...What? As in, that snooty-cheapo Austria?" He looked back at the house, studying it.
"Si. Er, n- well, at least say it nicer, Lovi. But anyways; this is where your brother lived while I took you in. Don't you remember?"
Lovino stayed silent, racking his brain for some memories of this. It seemed right but he obviously didn't care enough to remember it. He vaguely remembered the times when he and his fratello were about two feet tall and wore girls' dresses.. for some odd reason that he never cared to ask. "Oh. That. Well."
"Ah, yes, the old days. You were so small and cute back then, Lovi; with your little dress and adorable pout that made me want to eat you up just like a tomato-" Antonio paused with a thoughtful look on is face.
"Shaddup," Lovino deadpanned, "high-fiving" Antonio's face. Antonio giggled and expertly pulled Lovino into a hug without getting hit (too much). He nuzzled his face in Lovino's shoulder, cooing, "You're so cute, Lovinito~"
SMACK.
Five seconds later, the two are seperated from each other; Antonio is rubbing the sore spot on his face, and Lovino is huffing and pouting. "As I was saying," the Italian snarled as they snuck around to the back to see if anyone was there, "Why the hell would we be at Austria's house, of all places?"
As if on cue, a male voice began shouting from inside of the house, followed by what appeared to be a squeal. There was a second's silence before angry - pissed, in Lovino's terms - piano music could be heard. The music gripped at the two travellers' very souls, sending shivers down their spines. Before anything else, the two could hear the door handle being turned, meaning someone was going to walk out and see them.
Antonio snapped out of his musical reverie and grabbed Lovino's collar, pulling him behind a bush. "What the-" Lovino cried before Antonio's hand clamped over his mouth. Once hidden, Lovino tore the Spaniard's hand off and whispered fiercely, "Since when have we cared if someone was coming?"
"Just shh!"
The two watched as a little girl stumbled out of the house. A very familiar little girl-
"Fratello?" Lovino said incredulously. "He's.. teeny."
Antonio hurriedly tried to wipe off his nose with his shirt without Lovino noticing. The Italian scowled at the red-stained fabric. "Eh.. si. He is, isn't he?" he attemped to sound casual, but his voice was slipping towards his "Aw, You're So Cute!" cooing tone.
"Pedo," Lovino muttered, turning back to his little brother. (Ahaha. 'Little'! It's a pun! ..Kinda.)
The little auburn-haired maid scuttled around the courtyard, using her- his- little deck brush to sweep. She- he- was completely unaware of the three sets of eyes watching her. Him, dammit.
Yes, three.
As Antonio continued staring at little Italy (and his nose bled like Niagara Falls), Lovino caught a flash of blue over by the house. There, in the window, was a set of eyes, also peeping on his fratello. It was a young boy, Italy's size, with blonde hair, a monster sized hat-thing, and a strawberry blush creeping up his face. Little punk, Lovino said in his mind. Thought he was slick.
Lovino didn't think anything else of the little peeper and checked on Antonio. No change. He thumped the back of Antonio's head ("Ayayae! You thumpedme!") and hissed, "Okay. I get it. He's cute as a fucking buttf- button; now get the shit outta your head and help me think up a way to get us to- Aw, crap it!" Antonio had now started drooling, and the glazed look in his eyes as he stared at the distressed young Italy made Lovino want to kill the man right there and then put on a show with the corpse worthy enough to give Hungary a heart attack. Eh, he had mixed emotions occasionally. But anyways.
"HEY. ASSFACE. WE NEED TO FIND-" "Ssh!"
Lovino froze. Did.. Did he just.. Did Antonio just shush him with an angry - pissed! - expression on his face, fire in his eyes, passion flowing out from his soul-
Lovino saw how it was. He saw. He could feel it, too. He was unwanted. Unwanted. Well, if Antonio felt that way-
He was just going to have to kick him in the balls, slice up his body, burn it all to sexy ashes and use his bones for soup.
Lovino was just about to cry out, "LOVINO CHOP!" and chop his head in two when Antonio, who knew him all too well, expertly poked Lovino's curl in justthe right spot to shut him up.
"Ssh!" he whispered as Lovino sank like jelly. "Oh, Lovi, I'm sorry; I didn't mean it like that. But look!" He pointed in the direction of little Italy. Lovino looked and gasped. What in the fucking hell is-
Sparkles and glittery mist were swirling around the small figure, though she - he- didn't even seem to notice. Indeed, the swirls were getting bigger, faster, and sparklier by the second. It was like a tornado, although it didn't really seem to be affecting anything except the world travellers' minds.
Yes, dear readers. The pure cuteness of little Chibitalia was causing the surrounding magic in the air to overreact as it danced a heavenly upbeat tune around the attracting source of angelic innocence that was Italy. My heart is pumping, and I'm sure yours is too.
Without even speaking, Antonio and Lovino just seemed to know what to do. So without further ado, the two leapt up from the bush, running at the magic while reciting the cursed spell in their heads.
The Spaniard and the Italian jumped and dived headfirst into the sparkles, dissappearing with a poof!.
Startled and confused at two men - not to mention, one of them looked like his fratello - jumping out at him and vanishing in thin air, Italy stopped and stared before getting distracted by a butterfly and forgetting this event forever.
Holy Roman Empire, who witnessed the whole thing, also froze in shock. Suddenly something snuck up behind him, a tall figure in a dark cloak, who deadpanned: "He has seen too much." And so-
Ahaha. Oh, and also: please feel free to make suggestions of where Lovino and Antonio shall be sent next! I've got a couple of brainfarty ideas but the more the merrier! Lovage!
(...what the hell? 'lovage'... i dont know where the frick that came from...)
EDIT: Oh and I de- well, I don't apologize about the title.