I won 't be uploading this chapter by chapter because I feel like I won 't really be able to write it properly like that so this will be one whole super long oneshot . c: This story is based on the 2010 Filipino movie My Amnesia Girl- which , might I add , is one of the best movies of all time . Seriously , you should watch it ! Although I wasn 't able to find one with eng subs for you readers who can 't speak or understand Filipino :c Lovina will be a little ooc in the flashbacks but only to match the lovey dovey mood~ italics are scenarios in their heads and flashbacks
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Hetalia or My Amnesia Girl , I do own though the edits I made to the cover XD It was the original My Amnesia Girl cover I just put Antonio and Lovina 's faces o3o;;
'Surveys here in Spain say that there's about 47 million residents living here. Then... how will you know that you've met the person who's right for you? Maybe you've seen him before, but you walked away. Maybe you were right beside him, but you turned to look at the traffic lights or something. Or maybe you have even met him before when you were taking the bus to work! There are several people who have found the ones who are right for them. Some people keep looking... some give up. But for those who think they have found that one special someone...'
Antonio looked up to smile at the woman in front of him before continuing, "It must feel like you've been released from that stress, am I right? It's a wonderful feeling!" Antonio grinned, holding up one of the products. "All I can say is... you'll know it; you'll feel it once you see them right in front of you." The woman in front of the Spaniard sighed in bliss, gazing into his eyes.
"So," Antonio began, chuckling. "How would you like your products packaged?"
The woman shrugged, a dreamy smile gracing her face. "In... boxes...?"
Antonio laughed, clapping as he stood up from his seat, facing the large group of people he was presenting to. "And there you go!" Antonio exclaimed confidently. "Just like that! But remember this, when you walk through that door and you see that client right in front of you, you go in and grab that chance and make that sale! 'Cause if you don't, it'll be so much harder when you continue to try and sell the product- or even worse, you lose the whole opportunity. No second chances."
Ring!
Antonio glanced down at his pocket, eyes wide before looking back up and grinned at the audience.
"Gracias, that will be all!"
"Thank you Antonio Fernandez Carriedo, now let's move onto the next topic..."
Antonio skipped out the room happily, pulling out his phone and gazing at the caller ID as he skillfully dodged all the people inside the office. "Hola? Be patient!" Antonio said. "I'm on the way, alright?" Antonio paused for a moment as he listened to the person on the end of the line. "Ah, I'm just in... um, traffic! Sorry mi amigo, I might be a little late..." Antonio lied, walking into his office and grabbing his jacket. "I'll see you, okay?"
Antonio hung up the phone, shutting his office door behind him.
"I messaged him!" Gilbert told the men around him, showing them his phone. "I told him ve're about to start, so vhere za hell is he?!" Gilbert huffed, pocketing his phone before reaching up and adjusting his sunglasses. "Let me try calling him..." Matthew mumbled, pulling out his phone.
"Ah," Francis swatted Matthew's arm, shaking his head. "Forget it Mathieu! It's already time, let's get going."
The men all adjusted their suits before lining up beside the bridesmaids.
"Argh, Antonio vhere are you..." Gilbert muttered, a scowl gracing his features. Lily laughed, patting Gilbert's arm. "Don't vorry, I'm sure he'll be here soon," Lily reassured the albino. Gilbert bit his lip, trying to hold back a retort before his eyes widened, catching sight of a head of messy brown hair. "Zer he is! Antonio!"
Antonio rushed into the wedding venue, speeding past Gilbert to get in place.
"I made it mi amigo!" Antonio announced, running past the already moving line of groomsmen and bridesmaids and made it to the front. Smiling cheekily at the pair behind him, Mathias and Bella, Antonio turned back around as he placed on his sunglasses and slowed his pace to match the others. Now, Antonio was walking alone. That was because, well, Antonio was one of the single ones in his group of friends. Although, he didn't really mind.
Antonio winked at Arthur, the groom, as he stood in his place making the Brit snort and roll his eyes albeit with amusement. The Spaniard high-fived each of the groomsmen that passed him, keeping a calm and collected expression on his face. Despite aiming to seem calm, Antonio couldn't hold back the large grin that crawled up his face once his eyes landed on the beautiful bride-to-be: Amelia F. Jones. Amelia slowly walked up the aisle, her arm hooked with her father's. A large grin graced the American's face which just completed the atmosphere, lighting up the room. Antonio glanced at Arthur and also caught a grin breaking out on his face, which was usually rare. Antonio was happy for the two, he knew they were absolutely meant to be.
'Ay,' Antonio thought, shaking his head although his smile never left his face. 'I wish I had a relationship like that...'
The wedding had gone peacefully, with Arthur saying his vows and a respectful and loving manner whilst Amelia had blurted hers out with just as much affection despite it being loud and boisterous making the audience chuckle at their friend's antics. After sealing the marriage with a kiss, Amelia F. Jones was now Amelia J. Kirkland and Arthur was proud to call Amelia his wife. Then the reception came along, everyone laughing and smiling, celebrating the betrothal of their friends.
"Psch, Lily just doesn't vant to marry me because she doesn't vant to go too fast!" Gilbert retorted, his arm circling Lily's waist protectively. Giving her boyfriend a skeptical but amused look, Lily raised a brow, a small giggle escaping her lips. "Come here Lily!" Gilbert said, wrapping his arms around Lily in a hug.
They all turned to look to the front, watching as Arthur and Amelia linked arms and took a sip of their wine.
"Kiss, kiss!" Francis chanted, grinning evilly at Arthur. Glaring at Francis, Arthur stuck his tongue out at the Frenchman before turning to smile lovingly at Amelia and leaning in to peck her lips. Cat calls echoed throughout the ballroom, making Antonio smile to himself in glee.
"My turn," Gilbert cooed, turning to Lily and puckering his lips. The small girl pouted. "Vhy here?" Lily mumbled. Gilbert laughed. "Come on, please?!" Lily laughed, shaking her head as she leaned to the side, tapping her cheek which Gilbert accepted instantly, kissing his girlfriend's cheek. Antonio smiled at the two, watching with a far-off look in his eye. He would admit, he was jealous. Very jealous. The Spaniard wanted a relationship like all his friends had. But sometimes, fate was just too damn cruel.
'I'll get my turn once again... eventually,' Antonio told himself.
Mathias sighed, shaking his head in amusement. "Don't be a show off Gil!"
"Yeah," Matthew agreed softly, nodding his head. "Some of us are still single, I feel mocked." Antonio watched the group before shrugging.
"I do too."
Mathias turned to Antonio, raising his brows suggestively before laughing and turning to watch the newly-weds.
The reception was now almost half over. Arthur and Amelia were walking around the ballroom table to table, taking pictures with the guests. The groomsmen were watching, although they weren't particularly watching the couple.
"Hey," Mathias nudged Antonio, pointing at a girl in a pink dress. "What about her? You think she's cute?" Antonio rose a brow, turning to look at where Mathias was pointing. "Who?" Antonio asked.
"The girl with the white headband. She seems sweet, but I bet she'd be a freak in bed."
Antonio laughed, shaking his head. "Nah, I'd pass. Not my type." Mathias rolled his eyes, crossing his arms. "The past twelve girls are all not your type, Toni. Like seriously! Are you that picky?" Laughing at Mathias' joke, Francis also joined in on the girl-hunting, finding nothing else to do since his date was off taking pictures of the newly-weds. "Vhat about 'er? She's small, cute. She's got a nice sense of style," Francis said.
"Oh, or her aru!" Yao said, also joining in on looking for a girl that fit Antonio's liking. "She seems real out-going, don't tell me that you wouldn't want someone like her."
Antonio inspected the woman, looking her up and down before turning to stare at his friends in disbelief.
"Nah."
"What?!" Mathias groaned, running a hand through his hair. "This man his hopeless! Come on, just try and talk to her, maybe you'll warm up then." Antonio rolled his eyes before turning over, seeing Arthur and Amelia walk up to the table. The men stood up, all gathering around the couple for a picture. Jeanne, Francis' wife, scurried up to the table and positioned the camera. "Picture time!" Jeanne announced, grinning at the group of friends.
"Yes, finally," Francis sighed in relief, joining his friends. "'ow many tables are zere in 'ere? It took forever just to get to us!"
Jeanne laughed, shaking her head as he readied the camera.
"Smile!"
Jeanne snapped the picture, giving a thumbs up to the couple after inspecting the picture.
Hearing a part of the boys' conversation, Amelia leaned in and gave them all a cheeky smile. "Oh come on guys!" Amelia cooed, patting Antonio's shoulder. "Cut this guy some slack. I bet Toni's probably just waiting for the right girl to come along because he just doesn't know what type of girl he likes, am I right dude?" A bunch of synchronized 'oh''s echoed throughout the group, considering Amelia's words.
"Vell zen," Gilbert started. "How about... a teacher?" Gilbert suggested, raising his brows suggestively. Antonio paused for a moment, imagining what it would be like dating a teacher. 'That would be nice...' Antonio thought. He loved kids, if he dated a teacher, he'd be surrounded by them all day!
'Say ahh, Juan!' the 'teacher type' cooed, holding a cookie in front of a boy's mouth and feeding him. 'Mmm, yum! Oh, how about you Zandro? I promised you yesterday!' The teacher type walked over to another boy, also giving him a piece of the cookie. The teacher type straightened, turning to smile at Antonio who was sitting on one of the swings.
"Oh come on Gilly!" Francis rolled his eyes. "She'd treat Antoine like a little boy!"
The teacher walked up to Antonio, kneeling down and holding the cookie in front of Antonio's mouth. 'Your turn, open up!' the teacher type said, grinning at Antonio. The Spaniard smiled, shaking his head. 'I don't want.' 'Oh come on, please?' 'No!' 'Yes, for me? Open wide!' 'I said I didn't want any!'
The group of friends laughed, shaking their heads. "You're right!" Amelia agreed, crossing her arms. Arthur squinted a bit, snapping his fingers. "What about those smart and pretty ones? Guys always label them as 'perfect'. I, myself, would rather not prefer them."
'It's so beautiful here...' the 'perfect type' sighed, looking out at the vast ocean as she held hands with Antonio. 'Did you know, Spain has over 8000 km of beaches? I think that's amazing! The beaches here are beautiful after all...' Antonio blinked, looking up at the perfect type with a smile. 'Really?' Antonio asked, happy to learn something new.
Mathias shook his head in disapproval, crossing his arms. "Nah. Sooner or later Ms. Perfect will turn our friend here into Mr. Imperfect! I'm sure of it!"
Ms. Perfect narrowed her eyes, staring at Antonio in disbelief. 'You didn't know that?' she muttered before walking away.
The group laughed again, nodding in agreement. Amelia smirked, leaning in with a suggestive look. "What about a pilot? I'm sure they'd be amazing lovers!" Amelia suggested with a saucy wink. The men nodded, sending Antonio smirks. The Spaniard scratched his head, a scenario of what that kind of relationship would look like.
Antonio walked over to the door, opening it to be met face to face with a sexy pilot. The pilot smirked, looking Antonio up and down before grabbing his head and leaning in, beginning a heated make out session. Antonio pulled her into the hotel room, closing the door before stripping off her uniform.
Matthew glanced at his friends before piping up. "Hey, but if she's a pilot, she's gotta go places doesn't she? Therefore, you'll be waking up alone after that Antonio..." Matthew mumbled, completely breaking Antonio's small beam of hope. Antonio pouted, considering Matthew's words. That was true, and right after he was actually considering looking for the sexy pilot of his dreams! Antonio sighed, nodding. "What about a wrestler?" Mathias suggested, grinning. "That would be hot!"
Arthur tsked, shaking his head.
"Yeah, I'm sure you'd just love those sweaty kisses wouldn't you? Although, don't come crying to us after she kicks your bloody ass if you anger her twat," Arthur muttered, rolling his eyes.
Francis grinned, snapping his fingers. "Zat's it!" Francis exclaimed, turning to smirk at Antonio. "Zer is one kind of girl zat comes before every othzer, am I correct Antoine?" Antonio gazed at Francis confusedly.
"Who?"
Gilbert chuckled, catching onto what the Frenchman was implying.
"The photographer."
A vision flashed through Antonio's head, making him wince. "No, no, no mi amigos," Antonio warned, shaking his head. "I don't want to be opening up that wound again." The group of friends groaned, but stayed silent, knowing that if they mentioned anything about this girl, Antonio would be sent into his gloomy state. A few of the boys stood up, going to get more food while the others stayed and changed the subject of the conversation, leaving Antonio to sit and think.
A small smile crept up onto the Spaniard's face as he began thinking about this photographer.
'Hey, I made it!'
A girl ran into the room, a small grin on her face. Her hair was tied into a messy bun while her clothing as casual; a grey tank top and denim shorts, a professional photographer's camera hung around her neck.
The regular group of guys, Matthew, Francis, Gilbert, Mathias, Roderich, Arthur and Antonio, stood off to the side watching everyone prepare for the event they were participating in. Mathias glanced over at the photographer, nudging the others.
"That, I can do!" Mathias said, as he checked the girl out.
The boys nodded in agreement- except Antonio. The Spaniard's attention was focused on another girl who walked in behind the happier one, although her expression was more bored and laid back. She also had a camera hanging around her neck. The girl glanced at Antonio, raising a brow as she walked up to a man to get her name tag. The man slowly peeled off the bright sticker, placing it on her shirt. The photographer smiled smugly, patting her name tag before walking away.
"Event Organizer"
A sound of 'oh''s echoed throughout the group of guys as they watched the girl walk away, her chin held high. Antonio's smile never left his face as he stood frozen in his spot, his eyes following the photographer's every move.
A man called at the boys, indicating that the event was about to start; a speed dating event where the boys intended to meet their match. The boys moved around to each table as the buzzer rang over and over again, having small talk here and there with the different girls scattered around the small room. Of course, each of them had a different way of flirting.
Mathias smiled at the girl in front of him, holding out his hand to shake.
"Hey there! I'm- ouch!" Mathias quickly moved his hand away, reaching for his shirt as he pulled it up slightly, showing off his abs. "Oww, it hurts..." Mathias said slowly, winking at the girl as he motioned to his well-toned stomach.
BUZZ!
"Hi," Roderich greeted the young woman, a small smile on his face. "Who knows, maybe I'm the one for you." Roderich shrugged, still shaking the girl's hand. The Austrian chuckled, letting go to push up his glasses as he gave a small wink. "But I won't tell you if I am."
BUZZ!
"Hey, I'm Gilbert," Gilbert greeted, shaking the girl's hand. "I'm Jackie," the girl introduced herself with a smile. Gilbert smirked, glancing down at her name tag. "Jackie, huh? Spelled with a 'c' or a 'k'?... Ah," Gilbert chuckled. "Both. You know... JAC-KIE! I like that name~" Gilbert purred.
BUZZ!
"Hi," Antonio said, smiling kindly at the girl. "Hi, I'm Jackie!" Jackie began to introduce herself and although Antonio's was facing the girl, his eyes and mind were wandering elsewhere as he watched a certain photographer move around the room, taking pictures of the different couples. A dreamy expression was on Antonio's face he watched her, completely forgetting that he was talking to someone.
The photographer glanced over at Antonio as she took her pictures, a tiny smile crawling up her face. Antonio's smile went up a few notches as he gave her the 'sup' nod, his eyebrows rising suggestively. The photographer gave Antonio a weird look before quickly snapping the picture and hurrying away. Antonio's face fell as he watched her walk away. The buzzer rang and Antonio quickly began to make his move, moving around the tables to follow the photographer. Antonio grinned as he saw Francis walking in and called him over.
'Vhat is it Antoine?'
'Take my place!'
Francis smirked, nodding as he high-fived his best friend and began making his way over to Antonio's table. 'Bonjour,' Francis greeted the girl. 'Vell, I'm 'ere. Ze man of your dreams is right in front of you mon cher!' Antonio smiled, seeing that Francis had taken care of things before turning away and rushing over to where the photographer was sitting. Antonio smiled as he stood beside the brunette, watching her as she drank her glass of water. The girl glanced over at him before looking away and continuing her water.
'Hey,' Antonio said awkwardly. 'I'm Antonio.'
The photographer glanced around, placing down her cup before turning to Antonio, letting out a nervous chuckle. "Um, I-I'm sorry..." she mumbled, motioning over to the tables. "I'm not participating in the event, idiot. Can't you see that?..." Antonio winced slightly at the photographer's words but chuckled, scratching his head. He wasn't going to give up on this one, she caught the Spaniard's eye and that's that. Antonio smiled warmly at the girl, rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet.
'It's alright, that's not important señorita!' Antonio reassured the woman in front of him. 'What does matter though is that I'd like to know if you believe in love at first sight.' The photographer scoffed slightly at Antonio's cheesy words but caught her tongue, holding back on her rude retort and forced out a smile.
'No, I don't,' she answered simply, her voice quiet and shy.
Antonio's smile faltered slightly but lit up again as he moved away. The photographer raised her brows, watching as Antonio left. Moving over to the opposite of the photographer and leaning on the counter again, Antonio chuckled, catching the girl's attention again as she jumped slightly, turning to Antonio.
'Could you believe in love at second sight?'
The girl blinked, looking Antonio up and down as an amused smile slowly crept up her face making Antonio grin.
'Ah, so you can!' Antonio teased, winking at the photographer. The girl stared at Antonio, her awkward smile growing bigger and bigger without her noticing. Soon, she began to laugh softly. Antonio laughed as well, rubbing the back of his neck as he tried to think up his next words. 'Hey,' Antonio called out, catching the girl's attention again. 'I'm a camera you know, because you catch my attention.' Antonio winked, making the girl chuckle again.
The photographer looked at her hands in the awkward way that she always does before turning to gaze at Antonio with a small smile.
'Hey, bastard,' she said, making Antonio raise a brow at her language. 'I don't think you'll be leaving tonight.' Antonio looked at her confusedly. 'What why?' Antonio asked. The photographer laughed, tucking her loose hair behind her ear.
'Because,' the girl started, pointing to her head. 'You're stuck in my mind, and you won't get out.'
Antonio smiled, happy that the girl was finally warming up to him.
'I bet your legs are tired, because you've been running through my mind all day!'
'Hey, I lost my number, can I have yours?' the girl shot back, smirking.
Antonio laughed, giving another corny pick up line. 'If you were a taser, you'd be set on stunning!' The photographer laughed, shaking her head as she shot back another one. 'I must be a snowflake, because I'm falling for you.' Antonio ran a hand through his hair, laughing.
'I'm never good at basketball when you're not around,' Antonio said.
'Why?' the girl chuckled. 'Because I'm the one you always miss?' Antonio laughed, nodding his head. 'Hey, if you were a pirate, where would you want your parrot?' Antonio asked. The photographer raised her brows although the smile never left her face. 'What?'
Antonio smirked, placing a hand on her shoulder. 'This side?' Antonio moved his hand to her other shoulder so his arm was around her. 'Or this side?' The girl burst out laughing, playfully pushing Antonio away. Antonio smiled, holding out his hand.
'I'm Antonio.'
The photographer calmed down, taking his hand and shaking it.
'Lovina,' the photographer said between giggles. 'I'm Lovina.'
Antonio's friends stood off at the side, watching the two before turning to look at each other with knowing smiles. Antonio caught their gazes and winked. The Spaniard felt that this certain girl was a keeper, and he wasn't going to let go of her anytime soon.
Church bells rang through the large cathedral, the loud sound echoing in the couple's ears as they knelt by the altars, their hands clasped together as they prayed. Antonio had soon learnt that Lovina was a Roman Catholic like he was, and right after that, decided that they should attend mass together one day. Now, here they were praying after the mass had ended and Antonio bit his lip as he tried to hold back his laughter, listening to Lovina's passionate prayers.
'I can't believe you made me have pasta for lunch again, God!' Lovina spoke to God, her voice serious. 'I mean, I'd rather have pizza. Pizza's way better but Feliciana always insists on damn pasta! You need to give me a change in schedule my Lord, because this pasta thing isn't working out for me.' Lovina sighed, her eyes tightly shut. 'And don't forget the tomatoes, there always has to be tomatoes or my meal will not be complete.'
Antonio smirked, hiding his face in his hands as he silently laughed to himself. The Spaniard blinked, as the sound of wheezing reached his ears. Antonio turned to glance at Lovina and found her pressing her red inhaler to her mouth.
Lovina had asthma.
The Italian held her hand out, telling Antonio to wait a moment. Already used to it, Antonio rolled his eyes and patted Lovina's back. Lovina sighed, removing the inhaler from her mouth and placing it in the small shelf of the bench, turning to smile weakly at Antonio as she tried to catch her breath.
Chuckling, Antonio reached out and rubbed his girlfriend's back. Lovina smiled, linking her arm around Antonio's, playfully pulling her leg up and kicking his butt softly making Antonio burst out laughing.
'Don't do that!' Antonio said in a hushed tone as he tried to calm down his laughter. 'We're in the presence of God and he never said anything about ass kicking in the Bible!'
Antonio tugged on Lovina's arm excitedly, pulling her into his house. 'Come on!' Antonio exclaimed. 'My parents are waiting!' Lovina rolled her eyes as Antonio placed her on the couch and rushed up the stairs to go get his parents.
'Hurry up bastard!' Lovina called after him, crossing her legs.
Antonio ran back down, holding two items close to his chest.
'Here they are!' Antonio announced, holding out the two items. A tomato and a print out picture of Zayn Malik. 'This is my mother and father.' Lovina stared at Antonio in disbelief before she burst out laughing, holding her stomach in pain from laughing too much. 'You bastard!' Lovina cried out, leaning over the arm of the couch and grabbed a random object and held it up. 'This is my mother,' Lovina said, holding up a tiny clay statue of a naked woman before pulling out a small tomato key chain from her pocket.
'And this is my little brother.'
'Here you go Franny!' Antonio handed Francis a lollipop from the small stand they had just opened in the market streets. Francis winked at Antonio before tugging off the wrapper and sticking the lollipop in his mouth and turning to face Lovina and her sister Feliciana as they called for them. The boys who had been painting the large sign for the stand all turned to the two Italian girls and started posing once they saw that Feliciana was holding up a camera.
'She's taking a picture goddammit!' Gilbert cried, striking a pose. 'This is for the opening of Mathias' new shop! Come on, we gotta look good!'
All the boys began gathering in the middle and pulled off their shirts before striking a pose. Lovina laughed at how stupid the guys looked, shaking her head as she watched her sister snap the photos.
'Alright!' Feliciana exclaimed over the loud noise of the market. 'One, two, three!'
SNAP!
'One, two, three!'
SNAP!
Lovina now clutched her stomach as she wiped away the tears in the corner of her eyes, laughing too hard at how stupid the boys were being. They were making absolute fools of themselves and since they were in a public area, many people were around to see it.
'Oh, oh! Our turn!' Feliciana squealed, handing the camera to Arthur as she grabbed Lovina's hand and pulled her over to the front of the shop. 'What? No!' Lovina cried, pulling back her wrist. 'I'm not taking a\
picture with those idiots! I actually have dignity, do you know how many people are watching us?' Feliciana ignored her sister, pushing her over to Antonio who wrapped his arms around the petite Italian and forced her to pose.
Arthur fiddled with the camera as he tried to position it correctly, repeatedly taking pictures of the waist and below.
'This bastard can't even take a proper photo!' Lovina snapped, although a smile was on her face as she finally warmed up to posing along with the guys and her sister.
'Us and Mathias! Come on!' Feliciana pulled Lovina over and they both wrapped their arms around the Danish man, grinning for the picture. The boys moved away but right at last minute when Arthur snapped the photo, they all jumped in, ruining the picture.
SNAP!
Lovina kept that picture in her room ever since.
Lovina slipped on the pair of shoes and stood in front of the mirror, rolling back and forth on the balls of her feet as she inspected how the shoes looked on her. Antonio smiled as he watched Lovina look herself up and down, a worried expression on her face. The Spaniard could tell she was starting to feel insecure- she always did when she saw herself in the mirror. And it was Antonio's job to always make her feel better about herself.
'Señorita?' Antonio caught the attention the saleslady. 'I think these shoes look amazing on my hermosa girlfriend; we'll get them.'
Eyes wide in confusion, Lovina turned to gaze at Antonio before biting her lip and glomping the Spaniard.
'Argh, I fucking love you, you bastard!'
Antonio ran across the field, stealing the ball away from Matthew. Eyes wide, Matthew turned to gawk at Antonio. 'How the heck did you steal that from me so quickly?' Matthew cried. Francis laughed, patting his little brother's shoulder before speeding after the running Spaniard. ''e's just zat amazing Mathieu!' Francis exclaimed over his shoulder.
'Antonio, you bastard!' Lovina cried, pumping her fist in the air as she held the camera up to snap pictures. 'Hurry the fuck up, that Frenchie's catching up to you!' Antonio turned his head slightly to blow a kiss towards his girlfriend before continuing to dribble to soccer ball towards the goal. Lovina angled the camera before snapping various pictures. Sweat formed on the Italian girl's forehead as she anticipated the turn out of the soccer game.
SNAP!
00:06
SNAP!
00:05
'GO GO GO YOU BASTARD!' Lovina screamed, beginning to jump up and down on the spot. Gilbert snorted as him and the boys stood off to the side, watching Antonio's girlfriend hyperventilate as she continued to take various pictures of the Spaniard. 'TIME IS RUNNING OUT GODDAMMIT! GO!'
SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP!
With three seconds left on the clock, Antonio quickly stopped the ball and with one swift kick, got the ball into the goal. A large grin slowly began to break out on his face as he pumped his fists in the air. 'I GOT IT IN! AMIGOS, I GOT IT IN!' Antonio exclaimed happily, turning to beam at his friends. Lovina squealed, dropping her camera down as she ran over to her boyfriend and punched his arm playfully. Sure, she was upset that the score was 46-28 but at least they tried- she would give them that.
'Hey you bastard!' Lovina said, nudging Antonio. 'Don't be so fucking down!' Lovina smirked, turning to look at the winning team before raising her voice and shouting at them, 'Hey you faggots! Yeah, you won but at least my team's made up of a group of handsome hunks compared to you guys! Can't fucking beat that now can you?' The boys smirked, turning to give the opposing team a quick smolder before breaking out into fits of laughter, giving each other high fives.
Antonio waved bye to his friends before entering the car together with Lovina, buckling his seat belt as he inserted the keys and started the engine. Stripping off his jersey, Antonio sighed in relief as the cold air of the A/C hit his sweaty chest. Antonio chucked his sweaty jersey at Lovina as the Italian rolled her eyes, tossing him a plain white t-shirt before placing her own jersey in between them. Antonio gazed at the jersey before bringing it up to his face and inhaling the scent. The Italian raised a brow at her boyfriend, nudging his side.
'Smell good, bastard?'
Antonio shook his head, continuing to inhale the aroma with a dreamy smile on his face.
'Nope~'
Lovina's expression morphed into an expression of horror, turning to give Antonio an offended look. 'So it smells bad?!' Antonio laughed, shaking his head. 'No, not at all...' Antonio pressed the jersey to his face, sniffing it teasingly as he gazed at Lovina from the corner of his eyes, raising his brows suggestively.
'It smells... it smells, y'know...' Antonio winked, pointing at Lovina with his lips as he gave her a seductive look. 'It smells like you~ I love that smell... Come here, Lovi!' Antonio leaned in, wrapping his arm around Lovina's shoulders and pressing his face into her neck. 'Mmm, yeah... oh yeah...' Antonio moaned into her neck, inhaling her fragrance. Lovina stared at Antonio in disbelief, attempting to push him away. 'You freak!' Lovina exclaimed, although there was evident amusement in her voice. 'What the hell is wrong with you?!'
Lovina began giggling, Antonio's wandering lips beginning to tickle her.
'St-stop you Tomato Bastard! Th-that tickles goddammit!' Lovina squealed in between fits of giggles. Antonio laughed as he continued to press his lips around her neck and collarbone. 'But it smells so good!' the Spaniard whined.
Francis and the rest of the group walked out of the soccer arena, talking about several different topics until they halted in their tracks, their eyes landing on Antonio's car in horror. 'Ohonhonhon~ Antoine and Lovina's getting it on!' Francis whispered to his friends in a hushed tone. Arthur gasped, moving his hand up to cover his child's eyes, Amelia laughing as she also covered her son's eyes, tightening her grip on his hand. Of course, Francis had gotten the small group of friends whispering to each other about Antonio and Lovina's activities, making them think in a wrong and dirty way. There really was no other way to look at the scene before them since from their angle, it did look quite sexual. The group of friends awkwardly separated from each other, going back home with dirty scenarios of Antonio and Lovina flooding their heads.
Obviously, Antonio and Lovina had a mouthful from their friends the next day.
'Come on, you bastard,' Lovina said, intertwining her fingers with Antonio's as they walked out of the shop. 'It's getting late, we should head home.' The couple halted in their tracks as they looked around at the parking lot before them. It was raining. Antonio turned to grin at his girlfriend.
'Shall we go, quierdo?'
Lovina examined the wet parking lot before glimpsing up at Antonio hesitantly, slowly nodding her head. 'W-well, sure... might as well dammit...' Antonio nodded as he began walking, pulling Lovina along with him until a screech tugged him away from his earlier thoughts. Snapping his head over to look at his girlfriend worriedly, Antonio blinked at Lovina, raising his brows in question. Lovina's face flushed at what she was about to say before deciding against it and instead leaned down, tugging off her shoes and stuffing them up her shirt. Antonio gazed at Lovina in amusement.
'Wh-what?!' Lovina snapped. 'You fucking bought me these, I might as well not get them dirty or else it was a fucking waste of money goddammit! Let's go!' Lovina grabbed Antonio's hand, quickly pulling him through the rain towards their car.
'Aww, Lovi that's so cute!~' Antonio cooed, pinching Lovina's cheeks and leaning in, pecking her lips.
'Bastard, don't call me that!'
'Bastard, stay still dammit!'
'Ow, but it hurrrrts Lovi!' Antonio whined, tightly clasping the arm rests of the plastic chair he sat upon. Lovina rolled her eyes, continuing to attempt and comb out Antonio's unruly brown hair. 'It's not my goddamn fault that you don't take care of this shitty mess you call hair!' Lovina snapped.
Antonio pouted, crossing his arms.
'Admit it Lovi,' Antonio said, reaching up and patting Lovina's cheek. 'You love my hair!'
Lovina scoffed, running her slender fingers through Antonio's locks. Antonio winced as Lovina's fingers pulled through. It was true though, Antonio would give her that; he never really did take care of his hair. The Spaniard thought he always looked sexier when his hair was untamed and messy.
'Your goddamn bedhead isn't something I'd be interested in,' Lovina deadpanned.
'But you're interested in me,' Antonio cooed. 'And my sexy bedhead is part of the package! Your stuck with it!' Lovina chuckled, shaking her head as she placed the comb down. 'You know, I don't think we're going to be able to fix your hair with this shitty comb. Can't we just head down to the salon down the street?' Lovina suggested. Antonio shrugged before turning to smile up at his Italian girlfriend. 'As long as you get your hair done with me, and you kiss the spot on my head that you scratched with the comb.'
Lovina's eyes went wide as he immediately dove in and moved Antonio's hair around, trying to find the spot she scratched.
'I scratched you?!' Lovina exclaimed worriedly. 'Why didn't you tell me, idiota?' Antonio whimpered, beginning to feel guilty.
'Because I didn't want to worry you quierdo!'
Lovina rolled her eyes, finally finding the scratch and leaning down, placing a light feathery kiss on the small injury. Face brightening, Antonio turned his head upwards so his lips connected with Lovina's.
After another few minutes of attempting to fix the Spaniard's unruly hair, the couple gave up, agreeing to head down to the salon Lovina suggested.
The couple turned to gaze into each other's eyes before reaching out their hands and and clasping them together tightly, putting on brave faces as the hairdressers and manicurists messed around with their hair and nails. Antonio and Lovina decided that they wanted to get a new look therefore telling the employees to surprise them. That ended up with Lovina letting out a loud screech when she looked down to find a giant pile of her hair on the ground.
Antonio and Lovina paid their fees before running out the salon and showing off their new looks to the world. Antonio laughed, ruffling Lovina's now short hair. The Italian had ended up with a pixie cut, making her look fiercer than ever before and Antonio thought it looked just plain sexy. The couple walked down the steps, smiles on their faces.
A pretty girl wearing shorts strutted past the couple, making Antonio's eyes wander downwards over the girl's body. Lovina furrowed her brows and grabbed the Spaniard's chin, turning his gaze towards her.
'Were you checking her out?' Lovina asked playfully. Antonio laughed, wrapping an arm around his girlfriend's waist and pulled her close as he continued walking to their car.
'Psch, of course not Lovi!'
'You were definitely checking out her ass!'
'Who wouldn't?!'
After a few more rounds of shopping, the couple finally exited the last shop. Lovina and Antonio looked around, seeing that it was raining and turned to smirk at each other. 'Alright, here we go!' Antonio said, tugging off his sweater and placing it over Lovina's head. Lovina chuckled, tugging off her shoes (as it was a routine now whenever it was raining) and handed them to her boyfriend who grinned, stuffing them up his t-shirt before holding out his arms behind him.
'Come on, Lovi!'
Lovina scoffed playfully before readying herself. The Italian leaped up onto Antonio's back, making the Spaniard wobble slightly before catching his balance. 'Are you ready quierdo?' Antonio asked. Lovina rolled her eyes but nodded her head. 'Yeah, now hurry the hell up you bastard before the rain gets worse!' Antonio laughed and began their trek towards the car.
'Here we go!'
Lovina squealed, hiding her face in the back of Antonio's neck once she felt the rain pelting down on her.
'It's fucking cold!' Lovina whined, tightening her grip around Antonio. The Spaniard merely laughed, swaying the girl side to side. 'It's alright Lovi! Pretend we're swimming! Y'know, under the waves!~' Lovina laughed, shaking her head.
'You fucking idiot!'
Antonio smiled in triumph at the picture frame he was finally able to hang up. 'Finally...' Antonio muttered, admiring his work. It was the picture of him kicking the soccer ball into the goal a few weeks earlier. Lovina had suggested letting her develop it so they could hang it up and it would remind the Italian every once in awhile that her boyfriend wasn't always a lazy ass.
'Ay, I'm so handsome~...' Antonio sighed, continuing to admire the well-taken photo.
Lovina walked in behind Antonio and smirked, leaning in and wrapping her arms around the Spaniard. 'You keep telling yourself that...' Lovina mumbled into his neck, leaving a few light kisses onto it. Antonio chuckled, turning around to face his girlfriend.
'You think I'm handsome too, don't you Lovi?'
Lovina laughed, pulling Antonio closer to her. Running his hands up Lovina's body, Antonio smiled seductively, pushing them down onto the small bed behind them making Lovina squeal. 'You could've fucking warned me you bastard!' Lovina snapped. Antonio rolled his eyes, ignoring Lovina's words and dove in leaving open-mouthed kisses over her collar bone. Lovina smirked, moving out of the way and gazed at Antonio seductively, moving her body in a teasing way. Antonio's eyes skimmed over his girlfriend's body, eyes wide.
'Two can play at that game...'
Antonio slowly stood up from the bed, pulling his tie over his head as he began to unbutton his dress shirt, smirking sexily at his girlfriend. Lovina smirked, sliding her fingers under the straps of her shirt and began pulling them down, her eyes never leaving Antonio's. Laughing, Antonio threw his shirt down and moved his fingers to his pants, unbuttoning them before shaking his hips, letting his pants slide down his body.
Lovina hummed, running her hands down her body. The Italian closed her eyes tightly, her breath hitching suddenly as she wrapped her arms around her body. Antonio turned his head, looking at his girlfriend worriedly once the wheezing reached his ears.
'Que? Lovi what's wrong?' Antonio asked, stopping his actions completely.
'I-it's... it's cold...' Lovina mumbled, her breathing becoming heavy as she rubbed her arms as an attempt to warm herself up. 'Seriously?' Antonio mumbled teasingly, running up to Lovina and wrapping his arms around her and reached down, grabbing the inhaler off the bedside table. Antonio sat themselves down onto the bed before connecting the inhaler to Lovina's lips, pressing it down as placed a light kiss on her head. 'Shh...' Antonio cooed, rubbing Lovina's hand with his thumb.
Grunting, Lovina snatched the inhaler from Antonio's hands, pressing it to her mouth. Once Lovina removed the inhaler from her mouth, Antonio reached up, covering the Italian's mouth.
'Hold it, Lovi...' Antonio whispered, watching Lovina intently. Lovina nodded, waiting for a moment before pushing away Antonio's hand, her breathing soon slowing down. 'I'm alright, don't worry goddammit...' Lovina mumbled, leaning back onto Antonio's body. Smiling, the Spaniard reached out and grabbed the blanket, pulling it over Lovina's body and held her close to him.
'I'm sorry...'
Antonio glimpsed down at his girlfriend, moving her hair out of her face.
'It's alright mi amor, it's alright...'
Antonio laid on the bed, staring at Lovina's sleeping face with a smile adorning his own. It was the next morning now, the couple sleeping in almost the whole day yesterday. Antonio gazed at Lovina, his eyes examining every part of her beautiful face. The Spaniard's green eyes glimpsed at Lovina's eyelids, finding it adorable how the fluttered slightly every now and then. After, his eyes moved down to her tiny button nose and then to her perfect, kissable lips. Lovina was perfect.
Leaning in, Antonio nuzzled Lovina's nose before capturing her lips in a soft and loving kiss. Lovina reacted immediately, her lips responding slightly until a tiny smile crept up onto her face making Antonio move away slightly with a smile of his own. Lovina reached out and slung her arm over top of Antonio's body before relaxing again. Antonio closed his eyes slightly, inhaling deeply before his opened wide in realization.
Antonio Fernandez Carriedo had fallen in love with Lovina Vargas, and he didn't want to get back up anytime soon.
This was it; it was time Antonio made his move. The Spaniard had imagined this moment several times before when he was dating other females, but when he imagined it with Lovina... it just felt so real. Antonio opened his mouth slightly before closing it again, mentally preparing himself. Should he...? What if Lovina wasn't ready? Furrowing his brows, Antonio bit his lip.
It was now or never.
'Will you marry me?'
Antonio's breath hitched as he awaited Lovina's answer, staring at her face nervously. Lovina shifted slightly, her smile brightening a bit more as she leaned in closer to Antonio. Suddenly, Lovina's eyes bolted right open in shock as she gawked at the Spaniard. The Italian jumped out of bed, running to the washroom and turning on the tap. Antonio sat up, a confused expression on his face. 'Did I scare her?' Antonio thought to himself, fearing that maybe Lovina really wasn't ready. Lovina brought the water to her mouth, glimpsing over to Antonio as she washed out her throat before spitting it out. Antonio laughed lightly, his eyes never leaving Lovina.
Breathing heavily, Lovina ran back to Antonio's side as she leaned in close to his face.
'S-say... say that again dammit...' Lovina mumbled, not believing her ears. Antonio stared at Lovina for a moment, his expression serious before he stood up and quickly grabbed something from the washroom. Sitting himself back down, Antonio held up the small package of floss and tugged at the flimsy string before cutting it off. Keeping his eyes on Lovina, Antonio gently took Lovina's hand and wrapped the floss around the Italian's ring finger and then around her other fingers. Lovina stared at Antonio in confusion before looking down, watching Antonio softly and slowly tie the string.
'My madre showed this to me when I was younger,' Antonio mumbled, gazing into Lovina's eyes. 'Because I always forgot everything as a child. So what she did was she took the floss and tied it around my hand and I would have to keep it there throughout the whole day. And therefore, whenever I looked at it, I would remember what my mother told me,' Antonio explained in a soft voice. The Spaniard brought Lovina's hand up to his face, placing a feathery kiss onto the knot of the floss before looking back up and smiling at her.
'So that you'll know... you'll know that this day,' Antonio began. 'This was the day that I asked you to marry me...' Antonio trailed off, a small laugh escaping his lips. 'That is, only if you want to, of course.'
A chuckle escaped Lovina's lips as she gazed into Antonio's eyes before she hopped off the bed and snatched her camera, running back over and pressing her hand to the Spaniard's face. 'So that I'll remember,' Lovina mumbled as she positioned the camera to take a photo. 'So that I'll remember that this was the bastard who asked me.' Antonio chuckled, kissing Lovina's fingers as she snapped the photo. After laughing a little, Lovina wrapped her arms around Antonio's shoulders and leaned in to capture Antonio's lips in an affectionate kiss before pulling away and hugging him tightly.
'Yes, of course you bastard.'
A large grin broke out onto Antonio's face, snaking his arms around Lovina's waist as he pulled her closer.
That same grin sat upon Antonio's face as he sat there alone at the table of the reception, his thoughts still revolving around Lovina. He was so happy that time and he would still never forget that day- even if he didn't have a piece of cheap drug store floss tied around his hand. The Spaniard scratched his head, looking around before sighing, continuing his thoughts about the Italian. Antonio's smile slowly fell as his thoughts were brought to the day of the wedding.
It was perfect.
All their friends and family were there, smiling in support of the couple's choices. Antonio stood by the altar, his large grin brightening the room. The boys each grinned, winking at Antonio as they passed him with together with Lovina's bridesmaids. Antonio smiled back, giving a small wave to each of them. He was excited- but he was also nervous. Antonio wondered if he did the right thing, asking Lovina to marry him. What would it be like being married? Would they continue doing the same thing, it would just feel more special? Antonio cringed, not really enjoying thinking about how much of a big change this was going to be.
Then his eyes landed on the bride-to-be.
Lovina gazed at Antonio lovingly, a banquet of carnations held tightly in her hands. The Spaniard could also tell she was nervous, but by looking in her eyes, he could also tell she was overjoyed as well. As he watched Lovina walk up the aisle slowly as the piano music began to play, Antonio began to feel regret.
Antonio wasn't ready at all.
The Spaniard began to fidget, his eyes averting around the room. Antonio's eyes landed on Francis and Gilbert, and he could tell that they noticed how scared and nervous their friend was.
As Lovina came closer and closer, her smile became brighter and brighter. Antonio's eyes never left Lovina's. Once Lovina finally made it to the altar, Antonio couldn't take it anymore. The Spaniard turned on his heel and quickly ran past Lovina, out of the church. Everyone in the church gasped, their gazes following Antonio's figure out of the church until he was now out of sight. Dropping the banquet, Lovina felt tears begin to sting her eyes. This wasn't how she expected the wedding to turn out.
Antonio stared at his hands, his expression gloomy and downcast. The Spaniard sighed, blinking back the tears. He regretted running away; because he had made such stupid decisions, the girl he loved with his whole life was now gone and he didn't know where the hell she could be now. Antonio shook his head, reaching out and grabbing his glass of wine before slowly bringing it to his lips and taking a long and remorseful sip.
The Spaniard placed the cup back down, crossing his arms as he intently stared at the table. All his friends were out on the dance floor, slow dancing with their dates. Antonio didn't want to join, he was too busy regretting his choices.
"What have I done...?"
Later that night, Antonio laid in bed, staring at his ceiling. He felt so alone and sad, with no fiery Italian by his side. Ever since the reception, Lovina had been running through his mind all night. And as giddy and light Antonio felt before when Lovina was always on his mind, now he just felt anger and remorse. Antonio sighed, running his hand over his face but quickly moving it away after, gazing at his hand in confusion when he had felt something wet.
He was crying.
Gilbert laughed along side Francis as they leaned on the side of the albino's old white car.
"You're seriously terrible at parking," Francis teased, chuckling as he observed at how crooked Gilbert parked his car. At that moment, Antonio stepped out of his house, his face emotionless. "Hey!" Gilbert called out to Antonio. "Vhat happened to you last night, buddy? Vhen ve came back to za table, you vere gone! Did you leave za reception?" Gilbert asked, looking at Antonio worriedly once he notcied the bags under his eyes.
"Nothing happened," Antonio muttered, giving Francis a quick high five before walking across the street to Mathias' shop. "I was just tired so I left."
A little boy ran up to Antonio, a large smile upon his face. "Can I please have one lollipop?" the little boy requested. Antonio smiled slightly, grabbing the jar of lollipops and twisting it open. "Sure thing amigo," Antonio replied, reaching in and pulling one out, handing it the little boy. The boy nodded in thanks before running off.
"I don't believe you, mon ami," Francis sighed, running a hand through his blonde locks. "I know you, if you vere tired, you vould 'ave just fallen asleep on ze table! You vould 'ave been to lazy to 'ead 'ome." Antonio grunted, upset that he had been caught red handed. Gilbert and Francis were his closest friends after all, of course they would notice if something was wrong. "Vere you thinking about Lovina?"
Antonio sputtered, looking up at Gilbert and Francis.
"W-what are you talking about?!" Antonio said, averting his gaze somewhere else. "Of course I wasn't thinking about Lovina! Why would I be thinking about Lovi... na..." Antonio trailed off once his eyes landed on the little boy who had requested the lollipop earlier. Francis and Gilbert also turned to look at where Antonio was watching and their gazes softened slightly. The little boy stood in front of a girl who seemed to be around his age. Holding out the lollipop, the little boy smiled sweetly.
"This is for you..."
The little girl blushed, fiddling her fingers before reaching out and taking the lollipop, a large grin spreading across her face. "Gracias~" the little girl mumbled, smiling warmly at the boy.
Antonio's gaze saddened as he watched the scene unfold before him. Gilbert and Francis slowly turned to watch their friend, their eyebrows raising in question.
'He's totally thinking about Lovina.'
'This idiot thinks he can hide it from us.'
Gilbert sighed, rolling his eyes before nudging Antonio, catching his attention. "Hey bud, you okay dude?" Gilbert asked worriedly, although he knew what was wrong- he just wanted to hear Antonio say it himself. Antonio stared at his friends for a moment before forcing out a huge grin, a grin that looked a little too forced.
"Of course I'm fine!" Antonio exclaimed. The Spaniard moved forward, busting out random dance moves. "I'm okay, I'm okay, I'm okaaayyy!~" Antonio sang before turning around to look at his best friends. Gilbert, Francis and Mathias stared at Antonio in disbelief and slight horror. Mathias scratched his head slightly before glimpsing at Antonio. "Do you wanna talk it out later...?" the Dane offered slowly. Antonio looked at Mathias, his face falling. The Spaniard trudged up to the man and held out his hand. Mathias opened up the cash register and handed Antonio some money before going back to work.
"I'll be needing some fish, alright?"
"Alright..."
Antonio stood in front of the seafood, his narrowing as he stared at the fish in front of him. The Spaniard felt mocked just looking at the trouts. "Lucky you," Antonio mumbled, speaking to the frozen fish in front of him. "You guys have someone," Antonio muttered, staring at the fish in disgust. It was true though; the fishes were lined up in several rows, all pressed up to each other- and Antonio was completely and utterly jealous of them. Antonio's gaze was then diverted the larger fish that were each side by side.
"Lucky you guys have partners!" Antonio snapped, glaring at a specific pair of catfish. "Oh hey, lookie here, you guys have partners too..."
Gilbert and Francis stood by Antonio's side, staring at their friend in disbelief. Was he really this wrecked last night over Lovina? Antonio turned to gaze at his friends in sorrow, motioning to all the fish in front of him.
"Look mi amigos, they all have their special someone," Antonio said. "While I'm here all by myself."
Francis bit his lip, trying to hold back his laughter. As bad as he felt for his friend, he would admit it was hilarious. Antonio was standing there looking like a kicked puppy, jealous of a bunch of fish. "Don't vorry, mon ami!" Francis said, patting Antonio's shoulder. "Zere are plenty of fish in ze sea, look 'ow many zere are 'ere!" Francis reassured the Spaniard, shrugging his shoulders. Well, he tried after all. "I'm sure you'll find ze fish right for you~"
"Agreed," Gilbert muttered, turning to smirk at Antonio. Antonio shook his head, narrowing his eyes on his friends as he snatched the fish that was handed to him by the salesman.
"You guys don't help," Antonio muttered, tossing the bag into the cart. "I'm still... lonely..." Antonio trailed off, his eyes widening once they landed on a short Italian woman with long, wavy brown hair. Antonio motioned to his friends to follow him before quickly jogging off, dodging various shoppers as he tried to get a better look. Gilbert and Francis turned to each other, shrugging their shoulders as they obeyed their friend's orders.
Antonio ran over to a shelf covered with cartons of eggs and hid behind it, his eyes never leaving the girl.
"Vhat is it?" Gilbert asked Antonio once he finally caught up, kneeling on one side of the Spaniard as Francis knelt on the other. Antonio's eyes furrowed, his eyes focused on the sight set before him. Quickly glancing at the Prussian beside him, Antonio then motioned over to the girl a few meters away from them.
"It's Lovina!"
Gilbert's eyes seemed to sparkle once hearing the fiery Italian's name. Grinning from ear to ear, Gilbert asked excitedly, "Lovina's here? Really?!" Gilbert stood up, extending his arm up and began waving. "Lovi-!" Antonio growled, grabbing onto Gilbert's shirt and pulling him back down. "Hush Gil!" Antonio snapped, glaring at Gilbert before turning his head back to Lovina. "I think it's Lovina." Gilbert stared at Antonio incredulously.
"You think?"
Antonio pouted at his two friends before standing up, his back hunched as he slowly moved to hide behind a closer shelf, the albino and Frenchman following closely behind. Antonio squinted his eyes in concentration before quietly moving to the edge of the shelf, peeking around the corner to get a better look. Biting his lip, the Spaniard moved his eyes downwards to the girl's feet. Antonio's face slowly fell once he realized that the Italian wasn't wearing the shoes he had gotten her anymore.
'What am I thinking?' Antonio thought to himself, slowly turning away. 'What if she had outgrown them? Yeah, maybe that's why...' Antonio motioned to Francis and turned around, starting to walk away until he halted in his steps, turning to look at Gilbert in horror.
"Lovina!"
Gilbert stood there, waving as a large grin adorned his face. "Idiot!" Antonio hissed, turning around and jumping the Prussian, knocking him to the ground. Raising her brows, Lovina turned to look at the three boys in confusion. Antonio smacked his albino friend on the head, earning him a whine before slowly turning his head to look up at the girl before him. Lovina's eyes widened once they landed on the familiar face of the Spaniard. Antonio awkwardly laid on the tiled floor, moving his hand up to wave a little.
"H-hola, Lovi...!"
Antonio moved his hand back down to his side when he realized Lovina wasn't smiling or even showing any signs of happiness at all. Sighing, the Spaniard quickly stood up from his place on the floor and dusted his pants down before turning back to gaze at his ex solemnly.
Lovina was different now. Instead of her usual tomboyish attire from before, she now wore a trim brown mini dress whilst her once short hair was now reaching to about her waist. Antonio took in the girl before him, realizing how much she changed. As he moved his eyes back up to Lovina's face, Antonio even noticed hints of make up on her still perfect face. Lovina looked... beautiful- not that she wasn't before.
Nodding to himself, Antonio began taking slow steps towards the Italian, his eyes never leaving her face. The Spaniard paused for a moment before he opened his mouth to speak.
"How are you, Lovina?"
Lovina stared at Antonio, her eyes averting around the room awkwardly before looking back at Antonio and putting on a confused expression.
"...Who are you?"
Antonio's face darkened once those words reached his ears. 'She doesn't... remember me?' Antonio thought to himself, devastated. What had happened that she forgot about him?! Biting his lip, Antonio gazed into Lovina's eyes hoping to find some sort of spark of recognition there. Looking closely, Antonio thought he saw something and just like that- it was gone.
"Do I know you?" Lovina asked skeptically, her face showing no emotion. "Um, I kind of have amnesia. So if I don't know you, it was because of an accident in my past!" A small, slightly remorseful smile crept up onto Lovina's face. "I'd say it's a goddamn good thing too that you don't know me," Lovina muttered quietly, but loud enough for Antonio to hear before quickly turning back to the shelf of vegetables she was looking at earlier and then walking away.
Antonio's mouth hung open slightly in a tiny 'o', his eyes following the Italian's retreating figure.
'So she really doesn't remember me...'
Francis and Gilbert ran up to their best friend, standing close to him as they also watched Lovina walk farther and farther away from the man she once knew.
"So, vhat 'appened mon ami?"
"Yeah, you okay bro?" Gilbert asked, giving Antonio a worried look. "Vhat did she say? Vhy did she leave?" Antonio paused for a moment before shaking his head and turning to continue his own grocery shopping.
"Amnesia?" Roderich asked in disbelief. "Really?" Arthur nodded in agreement, crossing his arms as he leaned back onto the wall of Mathias' small shop. "I agree, I bet she was probably just still bloody mad over you leaving her at that damn wedding."
"Vell, zat's vhat she told him! She said specifically zat she had amnesia," Gilbert repeated, spinning his hat around on his finger as he turned to glimpse at the still emotionless Spaniard slumped beside him. Antonio really did look horrible now; his face was sullen, his bangs covering his eyes to hide away the hurt that was held in those emerald orbs of his. "Vhy are ve even talking about zis?" Francis asked, standing up from his seat to go join his friends over by the table as he held his new baby girl close to him. "I mean, Lovina's in our past, ve should forget 'er!"
Arthur nodded in agreement as he sat down between Matthew and Roderich.
"I concur," Arthur said, nodding his head. "What's the point of even talking about this?"
"But what if she's not telling the truth?!" Antonio asked worriedly. It was the first time he had spoken up since they got home. "Does that mean Lovi absolutely hates me now? I can't live with that! I can't live with no Lovi!"
Arthur sighed, turning towards Francis and taking the baby from his arms. "Well, don't suppose anyone here knows the truth? Who here has amnesia?" Arthur asked, sarcasm dripping from his tone. Antonio stiffened, listening in on his friends' conversation before looking up at them. "Vell zen, if you guys are sayign vhat I zink you are saying, does zat mean she vasn't telling ze truth?" Francis questioned, turning to look ar Arthur.
Antonio's face fell, turning his head away again as he was once again sucked into his depressing thoughts.
"Zere," Gilbert muttered, sitting in front of the computer as he typed the word in. "Am-ne-sia." The Prussian scrolled down to skim through the results before finding a specific one and reading it out loud to his group of friends. "A severe blow to the head or from a traumatic experience." Amelia stood beside her husband, arms crossed as she listened in. "Ah, see?" Amelia spoke up. "Maybe Lovina hit her head! I think it's pretty reasonable dudes, she was clumsy..."
Matthew shrugged, nodding his head in agreement with his sister.
"You're right, she might actually have been in an accident, Antonio."
"But 'ow could Lovina 'ave been in an accident?" Francis asked suspiciously. "I mean, look at 'er! She's still very beautiful if I might say so myself, you saw 'er too Gil!" Gilbert nodded, considering the Frenchman's point. "He's got a point, man."
Antonio sat beside Gilbert, watching the scene unfold before him. This was all just too confusing for the Spaniard. Antonio would have been devastated to find out that Lovina had been in an accident and forgot all about him and their past together, but what hurts him even more was the fact that the Italian could have also been lying to him. Was Lovina really in an accident? Or did Antonio hurt her so bad that she did not want anything to do with the Spaniard anymore so she just pretended to have forgotten him?
"Maybe it was a long time ago," Roderich suggested. Mathias nodded in agreement before an idea came to mind. The Dane slowly turned to look directly at Antonio as he phrased his theory, "What if it was after the wedding?" All the boys turned their heads to Mathias, raising their brows in question. "No really, think about it!" Mathias continued. "Antonio left Lovina during the wedding. Being left, Lovina was so heartbroken, of course she would be extremely angry. So she left, running out of that church!"
Francis glimpsed at Mathias, nodding his head.
"Oui, oui Mathias! You are on to something! So after she left, she ran and ran... crying and crying... and it vas raining really 'ard, remember?" Francis continued Mathias' explanation. Antonio sat in his seat, frozen as he began to think through what his friends were saying. They had a real good point. Antonio cringed, imagining his dear Lovina running out of that church crying in the rain until...
"Exactly!" Amelia said. "And she kept on running, not watching where she was going and BAM!... She gets hit by some sort of car or something. It's totally possible dude!" Gilbert nods in agreement, continuing their overly dramatic story line. "And then a truck comes along, and she's still laying on za street!" All the boys giggled, the scenario playing in their heads. Of course, they weren't being serious anymore instead making up a whole new story about how Lovina's accident would have gone. "Zen, vhen za truck goes by, it accidentally hits part of Lovina's head! Zen zere goes her memory of Antonio!"
Antonio's face darkened more and more as their story progressed. 'Was that really what happened to Lovi?' Antonio thought worriedly, trying his hardest to hold back the upcoming tears. 'And it was all my fault because I left her!'
As the boys' laughter slowly died down, Francis turned his head to look at Antonio. Face falling, Francis nudged his friends, mentally telling them to stop as he motioned towards the gloomy Spaniard. Their faces took on a look of guilt as they began to regret their words. The room soon was packed with a tense atmosphere so thick you could cut it with a knife. Antonio looked up at his friends, his expression filled with mixed feelings.
Lovina walked down the side walk in her flowing white wedding dress, her sister walking alongside her. The Italian's usually fierce expression was now sullen with grief, saddened to the core at what had happened at the church that day. What had she done to make Antonio suddenly leave her like that? Did he regret ever asking her to marry him? Did he suddenly realize he didn't love her at all once he saw how horrible she looked in her wedding dress? Worse ideas soon started to flood Lovina's mind on why Antonio had decided to leave her all of a sudden.
The rain soon began pouring harder, matching Lovina's gloomy mood. Gasping, Feliciana took her coat and held it over Lovina's head as an attempt to keep her poor sister dry and protecting her from catching a cold. Lovina was practically just dumped at her own wedding, Feliciana didn't want anything else bad happening to her older sister. Her thoughts soon becoming too much for her, Lovina let out a small strangled cry of grief before she lifted up her long wedding gown and began running.
'A-ah, Sorella!' Feliciana cried, attempting to run after Lovina. 'Wait! Be careful, you might hurt yourself! Sorella!'
Lovina ran, letting the tears run freely down her face. The Italian didn't care if any of the people in the passing cars saw her, she just couldn't hold in her sadness anymore. She had just lost her love, her world, her everything. Antonio was a special man, and Lovina had thought he was different from everyone else. Lovina thought that maybe Antonio would think of her as his first choice unlike every other cruel human being in her life. Everyone always chose Feliciana over her. Of course, why wouldn't they? Lovina always thought to herself. Feliciana was beautiful, sweet and amazingly talented while Lovina was... Lovina, and that's it. But she was wrong, well, that's what Lovina thought.
Time began to slow down for Lovina, all she heard was her heavy footsteps, the rain and her cries of agony. It all just hurt too much. The cars honked as Lovina made a sudden turn, running across the street in an attempt to run away from all her problems. It didn't help though, Lovina felt as if all her problems just followed her everywhere, not wanting to leave her alone. Lovina's long veil flowed out behind her, now covered in mud and teared at the ends- she didn't care though. So what if it was specially made by Elizabeta just for her? It was a waste anyway.
Reaching the other end of the road, Lovina decided to keep going. Not even stopping to look around, Lovina began running across the other road. Time froze as a loud horn blasted into Lovina's ear. It was too late though.
Eyes widening, Lovina turned her head to see bright lights flashing in her face, alerting her to get out of the way as the car zoomed towards her. Too shocked to move, Lovina stood in place until the car hit her hard making the Italian let out an agonizing scream.
ASDFGHJKL; CLIFFHANGER .
I 'm sowwi DX I know I said it was going to be one whole thing but I think maybe I might just put them in really long part by parts BECAUSE I GOT SO DAMN EXCITED OF UPLOADING IT BECAUSE I LOVE HOW IT CAME OUT SO FAR ;w; DID YOU GUYS LOVE IT ?! I HOPE YOU DID !~ ANYWAYS , HERE YOU GO ! :DD I hope I did both spamano and this movie justice ! Sorry for any spelling and grammar mistakes because when I 'm really into what I 'm writing , I just type it all in a blur and I don 't check because I 'M JUST IN SUCH A THRILL THAT I CAN 'T BOTHER TO STOP ! Have you ever felt that way ?.. oJo
So this chappie was basically made up of Antonio and Lovina 's past together and how they felt about the whole ordeal now . Look forward to what happens when Lovina encounters Antonio again and what comes after !
