Ballad of Mona Lisa

Disclaimer I don't own Hetalia.

Lovino Vargas stared out the bus window trying to ignore two things, the clenching in his stomach from starting a new school year and the noisy conversation going on beside him between his younger brother Feliciano Vargas and their next door neighbor Antonio Carriedo. He especially wanted to ignore Antonio, last night he had, had a funny dream about the older boy and now every time he looked at the chocolate haired boy with dazzling green eyes he saw him lying naked on the bed, panting, and- Lovino quickly shook the memory of the dream from his head. What had gotten into him, thinking of Antonio like that? If this was how it was always going to be from now on, Lovino knew he'd have to suck it up seeing the memory of the dream or start avoiding the boy.

"Are you okay, fratello?" Feliciano asked poking Lovino's shoulder irritatingly. Lovino growled at him, but the younger boy didn't seem to take the hint.

"Lovi, you okay, you're all red like a tomato." Antonio said leaning over the seat in front of him so that his face was right beside Lovino's ear. Lovino flushed even darker red and attempted to punch the Spaniard, but Antonio was too fast and leaned back into his seat, plopping his butt onto the brown seat beside one of his best friend Francis Bonnefoy, a blond haired Frenchman who had moved to the small town they all lived in when Lovino was in second grade, making Antonio and Francis both third graders. The two were part of an infamous trio known as the Bad Touch Trio. Last year Francis' younger sister Monique had gone missing on her way home from school. Since then Francis' family had been falling apart so the blond often stayed over at Antonio's house to avoid the unpleasentry that came with going home.

Lovino turned himself in his seat and leaned over the seat still trying to hit the Spanish boy. All three of his neighbors were laughing at him, as Antonio dodged another punch and winked at Lovino, making him blush even more, enticing Lovino to try to hit him.

"Lovino Vargas, sit your ass down in the seat the proper way!" the bus driver, Mrs. Taylor, shouted taking notice of what the boys in the back of her bus were doing.

"Yes mam," Lovino said huffing but doing as the black woman ordered.

"Ooo, looks like someone got in trouble." Alfred Jones teased from the seat diagonal from Lovino and Feliciano to the front. The honey blonde spectacled boy grinned at the four of them before going back to the comic book he was reading. Alfred almost always read comic books during the bus ride, only few who knew him very well knew that the most of the time clueless American was actually an avid reader who played dumb to keep appearances up.

"Fuck off, Alfred." Lovino said annoyed with the world. His day just seemed to be getting worse and worse.

"Now, now, Lovi, don't dirty your mouth with such langue." Antonio chided, Lovino rolled his eyes. Who was the Spaniard to chastise him on his langue when Gilbert cursed like a sailor as well?

"Or the air, we have to breathe you know." Alfred commented,

"Jones," Antonio warned seeing that Lovino was about to blow a fuse and it would most likely be directed at the American.

"Seriously Alfred, do you have to antagonize Lovino?" Alfred's stepbrother, Matthew Williams, said. Though Al and Mattie were step brothers the two could not remember a life without the other one. Alfred's father and Matthew's mother had been childhood sweethearts before Mrs. Alice met Matthew's father who had been a real jerk apparently and left before Matthew was born. Alfred's real mother had abandoned his father and him soon after he was born and neither of them had heard from her since, not that Alfred cared much for finding her, he had only ever called Alice Mom and the two looked close enough a like that nobody who didn't know wouldn't know they weren't related.

"He's always swearing." Alfred complained turning to look at his violet eyed brother.

"And you're always declaring you're the hero despite how annoying that is." Matthew pointed out. The bus stopped for a final time and on walked two brothers, both of German decent. Their family had moved to Canada after their home was destroyed during World War Two, their grandparents had the house they lived in specifically designed to look like the house that was lost in the air raid. The two pretty much lived their alone as their father never was around always off doing something for work and never taking care of the boys, they never spoke of their mother.

Gilbert Beilschmidt, the oldest was an albino with red eyes and white hair and very, very pale. He was loud and obnoxious though and made up the third member of the Bad Touch Trio. Gilbert was famous for bringing his pet bird to school, a little yellow canary named Gilbird, named after the awesome Gilbert of course, Lovino rolled his eyes at the older brother. He rarely got along with him finding the self-proclaimed Prussian to be rude, a jerk and egostical.

The younger brother, Ludwig, was the exact opposite of Gilbert. He was quiet, often annoyed at his older brother's antics, and yet Lovino hated him more than his older brother. Why? Because Feliciano absolutely adored Ludwig and Lovino secretly feared that Feli would leave him all alone in the world. Ludwig was tall, probably a few inches taller than his brother who was two years older than him, and blond with blue eyes. He would have made Hitler proud, Lovino though darkly to himself glaring at the boy who was starting high school like Feliciano and looked very nervous.

"Hey Gilbert, how was Europe?" Francis asked. Gilbert had toured France and Germany over the summer with his grandfather and Ludwig, leaving Lovino with one very whiny Feliciano who was worried that something might happen to his precious Wiggy. Not that those two had been the only ones who had gone away over the summer, Antonio had gone to Spain and went to a summer camp with matadors. Antonio's second love after tomatoes. He had returned mid-August though, whereas Gilbert and Ludwig hadn't returned until last week.

"Fine," Gilbert said with a shrug sitting in the seat opposite of the one Antonio and Francis was sitting in.

Lovino went back to staring out the window and trying to ignore the conversations around him and the nervous feeling in his stomach. "Hey Lovi," the annoying Spaniard said, Lovnio let out a quiet groan, couldn't his friends give him one minute of peace and quiet. No, obviously they couldn't. "Is it true that you're taking ballroom dance lessons?" Lovino groaned, it was another thing Lovino was forced into doing thanks to his brother. Feliciano loved to try new things but he hated doing them alone so who was forced to do them with him? Yep that's right his older brother. When they were younger it had been gymnastics, and Lovino had to admit he had been very good at gymnastics, but when was he ever going to use such a skill in his life? Like ballroom dancing.

"Yes," Lovino said quietly so that the others couldn't hear him. Antonio let out a chuckle, "Got an issue with it, 'Tonio?" He growled,

"Nope, you know I help teach ballroom dancing."

"So?"

"So, so you and your brother happen to be on my roster, mi tomate."

"What?" Lovino asked bugged eyes, ballroom dancing was one thing, but having Antonio has an instructor was another. How would he be able to avoid Antonio if the strange dreams kept occurring?

"Yep, so I'll see you tomorrow at six." Antonio said before sliding back into his seat leaving Lovino to simmer in anger at the world that seemed to hate him for some unknown reason.

Many things had happened to Lovino Vargas in the fifteen years he had been alive. When he was a year old his little brother had been born on the same exact date he was born March 17. Then when he was five years old his mother died in a car accident taking him to school. Since then it had seemed to Lovino that everyone preferred Feliciano over him. Everyone but one person, the boy who had comforted him when no one else had at his mother's funeral, the boy he had grown up next to all his life, Antonio Carriedo. It seemed childish to think that no one else liked him and Lovino knew it wasn't true. Sure he didn't have the best relationship with his father, but neither did Feliciano and Matthew was Lovino's best friend.

The bus stopped finally when they reached the high school and everyone seemed to be in a rush to get out of the hot vehicle. "Hey Lovino, you okay?" Matthew asked catching up to the Italian in front of the school walking with him.

"No," Lovino admitted with a sigh, Matthew was probably one of the few people Lovino trusted; Antonio and Feliciano were the other two. But this wasn't something he could talk to them about. "I- it's nothing. Just me over reacting to something, probably." Matthew didn't look convinced but didn't say anything more, just gave Lovino a look.

"Okay, whatever you say. But if you ever need to talk to someone-" the rest of his sentence was cut off by the arrival of the albino Prussian.

"Hey, Birdie, can I come to your place for pancakes tonight?" Gilbert intrupted,

"Hey, fuck off, can't you tell when two people are talking?" Lovino shouted, man the world was pissing him off today.

"What's got you in such a foul mood today?" Matthew asked as Gilbert stalked off muttering under his breath. Lovino huffed, he knew he should tell Matthew what was up so that at least one person understood his moodiness but he didn't want Matthew to get the wrong idea if this dream was just going to be a onetime event. He wasn't gay, he wasn't gay damn it!

"Nothing," Lovino said walking away from Matthew to go brood somewhere.

Woah, Mona Lisa,
You're guaranteed to run this town.
Woah, Mona Lisa,
I'd pay to see you frown.

Say what you mean,
Tell me I'm right,
And let the sun rain down on me,
Give me a sign,
I wanna believe

There's nothing wrong with just a taste of what you paid for

Author's Note (The part of the story where the Author comes out and write a silly note): So this is just a what I'd like to call test chapter. I want people's opinion of the first chapter of the prequel, Spanish Carnations yeah I've got this flower theme going on, I think its kinda cheesy but you know it might work. It's not as long as I would like it to be. So yeah that's about it. This is a pretty short author's note for me. For those who have never read any of my other works I tend to ramble.