Hei NOT-TSUNDERE here….. I have an excuse for not updating but i think you would much rather just read the chapter. I said to myself 'Alex you are not going to be one of those annoying people who don't update.' Well shit look where i am now. Well enjoy the fuck out of it and näkemiin for now
disclaimer- i do not own Hetalia
I stood outside a giant house with fancy flowers in the flower beds and a fancy door and just overall FANCY AS FUCK. Sam made It very clear what I had to do. Apparently the guy that lived here owned an old gold ring that was worth a lot of money. I had to go in there, take the ring, give it to Sam and then we would be even.
I picked the lock on the front door easily and opened the door slowly. The interior of the house was surprisingly laid back and comfortable compared to the fancy exterior. I snooped around the house quietly and couldn't find the ring anywhere. Just like Sam to give me an impossible task. Then I entered the last room and noticed the man sleeping in a large bed. He had messy dark brown hair and tan skin.
IT WAS ANTONIO.
I quickly turned around and ran. Seriously it was just my luck that I had to break into fucking Antonio's house. How could things get any worse.
... Then I fell over and knocked a painting down. SHIT.
"Um Lovi why are you in my house?"
I got up quickly "I um just uh got lost!"
He raises an eyebrow "you got lost in my house?"
I stuttered "I-I uh"
Then I started to do the most un-manly thing any guy could do. I started to fucking cry. "Oh Lovi don't cry!" He grabbed me by the hand and took me to his bedroom. TO SIT DOWN, NOT THAT DIRTY SHIT THAT YOU ARE THINKING RIGHT NOW. I sat down next to him on a small window seat in the corner of his room.
"Lovi please tell me why you are in my house, why you look scared shitless and why you're crying" he said wiping away my tears. I was not going to tell him anything. Stick with the plan Lovino say you got lost.
"When I was a teenager I got into some bad stuff..." And before you know it I had told him all about Sam, my drug addiction and was now bawling my eyes out. Great job Lovino, great job.
"So... You were trying to steal my ring?" I nodded, my head starting to hurt from all of that crying.
"I understand, I don't blame you. Sam sounds really scary" He wiped away my tears
"How much money do you owe him" I sniffled
"200 d-dollars, It was almost p-payed off but my work didn't pay enough to m-meet the deadline" Antonio smiled
"oh that's almost nothing, stay right here I'll be right back" oh crap he was probably calling the police on me. What am I even doing, I don't rob people? I thought I was done with this stuff. My parents were right, I'm useless. Antonio walked back into the room
"everything is taken care of" I looked up
"what do you mean?" He smiled
"I payed them, they're gone" WAIT WHAT he payed Sam?! I hardly know him and he just pretty much saved my life.
"But... You don't even know me that well" was this guy joking? Did He just actually give Sam 200 dollars?
"I understand your struggle, Arthur talks about you to Francis then Francis talks to me so I actually know a lot about you" I frowned, this guy doesn't know me!
"You don't know anything about me" Then Antonio laughed
"Your name is Lovino Vargas your brother is Feliciano Vargas. Your Grandpa always liked Feli more and that made you feel neglected. You were in therapy for the past five years because you were depressed and angry all the time until you recently refused to go. Your favorite clothing brands are all Italian and you love tomatoes as much as I do" Antonio didn't take a single breath during that paragraph and I was left to look at him in shock. So Feli was in SO MUCH trouble.
"God damn it!" I hid my face in my hands.
Antonio yawned "well I was sleeping when you broke in so can I go back to sleep now?" Really that was all he was going to say?
"Um y-yeah I guess I'll go home then" he watched me as I walked out of his room.
That night I went home making sure I wasn't ambushed on the way by Sam or any other thugs. I had a dream about Antonio. We were dancing some sort of salsa in a large empty room And when the song ended he whispered "you are so cute Lovi" it was so vivid I could have sworn I heard real Antonio saying it, not just dream Antonio. That was only first time I Dreamt about him, over the next week I had dreams about him every night. Well apart from Tuesday. On Tuesday I had a dream that the German potato bastard decided not to wear clothes to the world meeting and ordered everyone else to strip like him. He is such a pervert.
~timeskip~
On Saturday Feli decided it would be a good idea to invite me out to a party with a few other people he and the German potato are friends with. I told him I would rather stay home and post mean and rude comments on Facebook posts but he pulled the 'but fratello don't you love me?" Card and I agreed to go.
I put on my Italia football t-shirt and a pair of jeans while Feli wanted to wear a shirt that Germany had gotten him for Christmas. I however stopped him because it smelt German and i am pretty sure i am allergic to German stuff.
When we got to the party I immediately went over to the bar and ordered some tequila. I didn't want to remember most of tonight and I can't afford fancy Italian wine. Feli, however, ordered an orange juice, the little wuss. Well at least he didn't order German bear.
I don't even know how many drinks I had drank so far. All I know was I was now missing my shirt and dancing on the dance floor with most other nations. I remember seeing Antonio right before I passed out on a sofa near the door.
~A few hours later~
I woke up on a red couch with no idea where I was. I had a large red t-shirt on and it was nice and warm. I got up and looked around. I noticed a large painting of Antonio on a pirate ship, oh... I must be at his house because I don't think any other people have giant paintings of Antonio on their walls.
I was about to walk out the door to look for Antonio when I fell over something on the floor. I came face to face with the Spaniard I had been looking for.
"Hi Lovi!" He smiled up at me and squeezed me in a tight hug.
"G-get off me bastard!" I pushed off of him frowning. "Why are you on the floor?!"
"Well you were pretty drunk last night and I was worried about you so I slept on the floor by you" he sat up and I realized now that I was wearing no trousers. Great. Well at least I was still wearing my underwear!
"And I couldn't find your shirt at the party so I let you borrow one of mine. Prussia also spilt beer down your trousers so I put them in the wash" THANK GOD I WASN'T WEARING MY DESIGNER TROUSERS OR HE WOULD HAVE DIED BY NOW.
"Oh...t-th tha-" GOD DAMN IT WHY CAN'T I JUST SAY THANK YOU?!
"It's ok Lovi, I know what you mean." He smiled and kissed my hand before getting up. Weird bastard.
I got up and pulled the shirt down so that it covered my boxers. One sleeve fell off my shoulder and I yawned holding my head. I fucking hate hangovers. Spain reached into his pocket and brought out a little white tablet.
"Here, it's a Spanish cure for hangovers, it works for me" I frowned at him
"I'm not trying your cheap Spanish drugs" he shrugged
"Well ok suit yourself" I sighed and took the tablet from his Hand and swallowed it.
"You're welcome" he chuckled at me. We went into the big kitchen and Antonio made me some toast. I also stole a tomato from the fruit bowl and ate it happily. I love tomatoes.
Antonio told me he was going upstairs to change and I decided to do a little snooping. There were not a lot of interesting things in the kitchen apart from a little red book hidden on a tall shelf that I had to climb on the counter to get. I opened and realized it was a diary. DONT READ IT DON'T INVADE HIS PRIVACY... Whoops the book fell open.
