Lovino Romano Vargas stared at his computer screen for a long time. He wasn't sure if second, or hours had passed before he felt a hand on his shoulder. Lovino pulled his gun and whipped around to see his twin brother right next to him, and their younger brother leaning against the door frame. "Che. What do you bastards want?" the eldest sighed, in Italian. "Can't you see I'm busy?"
"Yea. Clearly you are-a very busy staring at your computer like-a that." Commented the youngest Italian, Romeo Seborga Vargas. Lovino glared at the boy. The middle Italian, Feliciano Veniziano Vargas turned his twin brother's chair so that the two were facing.
"Ve, what's wrong, Fratello?" Feli asked. Lovino sighed and pointed to his screen. The other two boys read. "The gala next week? Ve, what's so bad about that?" On Lovino's screen was an e-mail from the Italians' boss, telling them that there was going to be a gala next week for all the Mediterranean nations. Semi-formal, Sunday at 8, in Paris, bla bla bla, normal stuff.
"It's not the Gala itself. It's this." Lovi pointed to a specific line on the screen that said 'Each Mediterranean Nation must bring a date. No mortals.' There was a reason given, but Lovino didn't care enough to read it. "Normally I go to these shit events with the Tomato Bastard or some random girl, but I can't this time, so I have no idea what to do." The man groaned and leaned back on his seat.
"Ve~ why don't you ask Belgium?" Feliciano suggested. Lovino blushed slightly. It was true, Belgium had been his childhood crush, but she had also been his mother figure in his youth.
"Sh-she's like my mom, and besides. She is probably going with Spain." At that, Romeo brightened, and smirked evilly.
"You-a know. You could always ask-a Québec." He suggested, putting emphasis on the name, smirking widely. Lovino glared at Romeo for a moment, and then looked away, blushing furiously. Rachelle Marie Québec Williams had been Lovino's love interest ever since she graduated high school in 1998. It was now 2046. As you can guess, Lovino had yet to tell her his feelings. To be honest, he could barley talk to the girl. Whenever he got the change to speak with her, he would always get so nervous and put up a front, acting like he could care less about her opinion. The only people who know about this crush were his brothers and Antonio.
"N-no. There's no way I could ask her. She probably has college friends or a date or something to do that night. I'm sure she has a million better things to do that night." Lovino sighed.
"What's-a the exact date of the Gala?" Romeo replied, thinking.
"May 20th. Why?"
"I promise Romano, there is-a nothing she would rather be doing on that night other than spending time with you." Romeo said with a knowing smile. Also, Romeo was Rachelle's best friend, which meant he usually know her schedule. Lovino looked at the teen warily.
"Are you sure?" Romeo nodded.
"Absolutely."
"Alright, I'll ask Québec. On one condition."
"And that would be?"
"You have to ask Chernobyl." At that statement, Romeo blushed. Viktor Chernobyl Braginski had been Romeo's crush since he visited Vik in the hospital after his Accident in 1986. Vik's father might have been a pretty rotten guy, but Vik himself was very kind and friendly and affectionate, despite his rough childhood. Romeo had tried to talk to him several times, but always got flustered and lost his ability to speak.
"Deal."