Chapter 2, yaaaaaaay! Thanks for the kind reviews. I love encouragement, but please, please, PLEASE send suggestions! I write for you, so your input is really important to me!
Just so you know, in this chapter a certain female process is the center of the story for a bit. So if you're uncomfortable with this (which is completely understandable, I promise) I just wanted to give you a heads up! Thanks for reading!
Lovina gasped and covered her mouth with her hands. That had been too close. "Lovino?" Antonio called out again.
Lovina's face turned red as she yelled back "hold your horses, tomato bastard." She rushed down stairs and saw him standing in the main entrance with an impressed smirk on his face. "Not bad, chico perezoso. You finally did as you were told." Lovina rolled her eyes and Antonio looked at her, concerned. "You okay Lovino? You're face is bright red." He placed a hand on Lovina's forehead. But she quickly stepped away and pouted. "I'm fine" she grumbled. Antonio laughed. "Careful, you look like a girl when you make that face."
Lovina turned pale and her eyes widened. She stepped away from him and looked away. The last thing she wanted was for him to further inspect her face. Antonio saw her pull back and stepped closer. "I'm sorry Lovino, that was rude…" he trailed off as she turned away. "N-no, its fine…" normally she would have thrown an insult back at him, but now she just wanted to get away.
"Lovino, I did not mean it." Antonio placed a hand on Lovina's shoulder. He smiled at his servant. "I'm sure you will grow up to be a very handsome young man."
His last statement pierced her heart like a knife. She wanted to cry. But she couldn't right now…not in front of him… "I'm going to go upstairs for awhile." She scurried off, leaving Antonio behind, puzzled.
She ran upstairs and quickly shut the door behind her. The leaned her back against the door and slumped down onto the floor.
She rested her head onto her hands and exhaled. She decided that she hated being a boy. After sitting for awhile, she heard footsteps coming down the hallway. She quickly stood up, but panicked, not knowing how to look normal. She decided to settle with sitting at her desk. Lovino quickly pulled out a piece of paper and tried to make herself look busy. She heard the door slowly creak open.
Antonio walked in with his hands in his pockets. "What do you want, bastardo?" she asked bitterly. Antonio sighed and sat on Lovina's bed. She turned around and glared at him. "Did I give you permission, stronzo?" Antonio chuckled and looked at Lovina. She didn't like how long he looked at her. He finally looked away and spoke. "Lovino, if I hurt your feelings, I really didn't mean to." She looked away from him and down at the desk. "I don't care anymore, geez…" Antonio frowned and stood up.
"But it's obvious you do. Look, if you want-" Lovina cut him off before he could continue. "Antonio, please, I don't want to stay on this topic any longer." Antonio stopped and stared at the back of her head. He offered her a small smile. "Alright. I made pasta for dinner, just the way you like it." Lovina sighed. I'm not hungry bastardo." Antonio scratched the back of his head, confused. He finally headed towards the door. "Buenos noches Lovino" Antonio left the room concerned about his servant.
After he left, Lovina crawled into her bed. As she placed her head on her pillow she whispered "Buenanotte."
The next morning, Lovina woke with a pain in her abdomen. She groaned as she sat up. I feel terrible. She suddenly froze, recognizing the pain. She ripped the sheets off her body and saw the red. She smacked her forehead to her palm and began rambling in Italian. "Mio Dio! come ho potuto permettere che questo accada?! Sono un idiota, io sono di solito più attento di questo. Ora devo pulire questo casino! Dannazione!" As she went on, she heard footsteps running down the hall. Antonio knocked quickly on the door. "Lovino, is everything alright?! I heard yelling." Lovina quickly put the sheets back over her legs and did her best to cover up the huge red spot on the bed and her night clothes. "Everything is fine, bastardo, go away." But she didn't hear him walk away. "Lovino you better not be lying to me. What's going on?!" Lovina panicked as she heard him reach for the door knob. "NO DON'T COME IN HERE!" Lovina desperately rearranged the covers the best she could. She heard him speak again from outside the door.
"That's it, I'm coming in." Antonio burst through the door and walked over to the bed. Lovina planted herself over the stain to try to hide it. "Alright, why were you making that raquet? I may not be fluent in Italian, but I know when someone is upset. What happened?"
Lovina searched for an excuse. "I was…having a bad dream! And I scared myself. That's why I woke up upset…" Antonio eyed her suspiciously. "Is that all?" she nodded quickly. He started to bend down closer. "Do you want to talk about it?" Lovina shook her head. "Just go away so I can get changed Bastardo." Antonio shook his head as he left. "Fine, extraño muchacho."
Lovina got up and removed her soiled clothes. She wrapped herself just like Miss Elizaveta had taught her. As she rolled up the sheets and hid them, she thought it would be a good time to visit Elizaveta and Feli soon. Surely Antonio would let her. He was so good to her, so she knew if she asked, he would oblige.
After she had concealed her mess, she headed down the stairs. She headed into the kitchen and saw Antonio, sitting where he did every morning. He gave her a small smile as she sat down. She looked down at her hands while she spoke. "Hey bastardo..I've been thinking…" her voice softened as she looked at him. "I'd like to see my brother again… per favore…" Antonio smiled at Lovina and placed his hand over hers. "Of course mi amigo. You can go with me to Mr. Roderich's house tomorrow." Lovina pulled her hand away from his and blushed. "…Grazie…" Antonio smiled and stood up. "De nada. I must go now. You can have the day off Lovino. Adios!"
Lovina watched him leaved and grinned. He really was such a nice man. Today, she really was going to do something nice for him.
Poor Lovina! The struggles of being a woman…
Translations-
Buenos noches/Buenanotte: goodnight
Mio Dio! come ho potuto permettere che questo accada?! Sono un idiota, io sono di solito più attento di questo. Ora devo pulire questo casino! Dannazione!:My God! how could I have let this happen?! I'm an idiot, I'm usually more careful than that. Now I have to clean up this mess! God damnit!
extraño muchacho: strange boy
Until next time kiddies!
