CHAPER TWOOOOO~~~! (I spelled chapter wrong on purpose. XD) I said I was almost done with this thing when in reality I was lying. I actually just knew what was going to happen and I thought I could write it faster but it doesn't matter now XD *Shot* So, here this is. Please don't kill me if its bad. XD
I don't own anything (Hetalia) except for my OWN characters
T: Mild Language
The soft breeze of spring flew around my face as Feliciano Vargas (A crazy Perverted Chatter-boy) and myself (Ludwiga Beilshmidt) rocketed down the road going 55 mph in his red 2010 Corvette Grand Sport Convertible. Well, the soft breeze didn't really feel like a soft breeze more than it felt like a hurricane to my face, but it was an acceptable substitute anyways. I stared over at Feliciano who was whooping up a storm, having small laughing fits, and 'Ve~'ing many times. He kept telling me things that were inaudible over the wind so I gave up trying to listen and just nodded after everything he said.
I thought for a moment as the polished car nearly killed a child crossing the road, 'what am I doing exactly?' The car jerked forward, my head hitting the surprisingly uncomfortable headrest with a loud thump, causing me to think even more of the situation, 'I was going to a strangers house. He's a Pervert Chatter-boy. He's weird. He's loud. He's a super crazy driver. He's annoying. Mien Gott what did I do?... Unless anything goes wrong, I guess it would just be best to play along… It would at least cheer me up a tad bit.'
I thought about the incident after school and remembered Feliciano appearing on the roof, finding me crying like a wussy, I had wanted to die right then and there, I wasn't very good with awkward situations. It did seem to cheer me up somehow though… Wonder why.
Non gracefully jerking up to a humongous chunk of property about fifteen minutes away from the school, I inspected the large grey stone fence that separated the road from a small pathway around the asset of land confused. Chatter-Boy and I had just driven from the school to this… place surrounded with trees. Was… was this his home? Well obviously it was, because he had pulled up to an automatic black gate further down the fence line where a speaker with a little screen was and some old man popped up and said with a relaxed tone, "Young Master Feliciano, welcome home." He licked his lips, eyebrows furrowing spotting me and looked back to Feliciano, "I… see you have a guest."
"What's up, Bingley?" Feliciano said to the reserved old man through the speaker, "Yep! This is my new fr-" He chanced a look over at me, 've'ing nervously, "Uh, well this is my 'almost' friend! Ve~!" I face-palmed my forehead.
"Very well," Bingley said, "An 'almost' friend of Young Master Feliciano's is just as welcome any other friend he would have, Welcome. And Young Master, be carful pulling into the garage this time, we cant afford another accident." I doubted the 'not being able to afford it' statement. The little screen went black and the gates proceeded to open, not even squeaking. Chatter-boy's family had some money… It wasn't much of a surprise though once I thought about it. The World Academy was a famous school full of fancy pants spoiled kids who mostly got into the school because of their family or money. Me on the other hand got in because of my excellent academics and accomplishments (Hmph! That's right.), I wouldn't be surprised if a big sum of money was involved also though… My family was probably just as rich as Feliciano's, our house just wasn't this grand because my grandfather didn't believe in spoiled living.
The car jerked forward and we continued down a small paved lane of trees until we came into a clearing where an awe-inspiring rose-colored house with huge windows sat straight in front of us (2). The courtyard was embellished beautifully with sculptures and gardens and the house had marvelous architecture. The gardens surrounding us were being attended to by people in work uniforms that were dark green, making everything feel very uniform and organized. There was a grand fountain, which was spewing water in all directions, forming a cobblestoned roundabout that led to a road into the back of the house and to an extensive porch which had a prodigious dark oak front door. Everything just seemed like too much to handle… I speculated what kind of family Feliciano had… Maybe I didn't want to know… ugh… It was probably a full Chatter-family.
A garage was set behind the house in the shade of an extremely large willow tree, blossoms arousing from their sleep to bloom for the beginning of summer. I could tell Feliciano was trying to be carful with the car, but in the end he still did a crappy parking job. Stopping the corvette completely, Feliciano slumped in his seat sighing with what seemed as relief. "Last time I wrecked this car and Grandpa Roma didn't let me drive for a month!" A month? My grandfather would banish me to walking my whole life if I ever crashed a car this nice.
"Bummer." I muttered as I opened the door and pulled myself out. Standing outside of the car, I finally realized how stupid this whole thing was. Turning around I asked Chatter-boy, "What now?"
But… He was gone… Where did he go? I looked around for him, worried about what he could have done to himself in less than ten seconds. "Chat- I mean, Feliciano?"
"Luddy!" I heard outside, I disapproved of the nickname; I would get him for it later. "Come out here! I have to show you something!"
Ambling out of the garage's opening, which was agape, I observed as the Chatter-Boy rolled around in a small section of grass, a large brown and white tabby in his arms. "Look Gino! This is Ludwiga!" Raising the cat Gino over his head, I noticed it had some strange curl similar to Chatter-Boys… Strange… Very strange…
"Say Hello Luddy!" Feliciano stood up, hauling the fat cat up with him, coming towards me at a slow pace. I took a step back, surprised at the sudden invitation to greet the fluffy feline. As I looked into the adorable eyes of the cat, it meowed, I felt my face flush slightly. "Do you like him?" I heard Feliciano ask as he stopped in front of me, smiling while holding Gino the cat up by my face.
Even if it was hard to admit, I did like that cat. "Its… He's so…" I said softly as I gently grasped the kitten in my hands, my eyes sparkling with delight.
"Meuow Meuow!" The cat meowed happily.
"I have a cat at home plus three other dogs," I looked up at Feliciano, "Germouser, my cat, is cute, but just not this adorable." Looking back down at the cat I hugged the lazy feline, its paws playing with my hair. Glancing over at the Chatter-Boy, I saw his face was beaming with delight. I instantly stopped idolizing over the fluff ball and pushed him back to Feliciano, darting my eyes somewhere else. I had almost opened myself to this stranger.
Instead of Chatter-Boy being offended, this boy was horrible at reading the atmosphere, he replied, "You should bring your cat over sometime so he can play with my Gino, Ve~!" I stared back at Feliciano in shock, was he really trying to become me friend?
"Whatever…" Was all I said, even if I was glad for the invitation.
Letting the tabby go, Feliciano and I watched him as he scampered off into the bushes. Feliciano broke the silence, "So, Luddy,"
"Don't call me that!" I snapped at him, annoyed.
The Chatter-Boy just laughed, "Come on, I have to get you to meet my pasta, Ve~! It's the best in the world, ve~. Not bragging or anything, heh! So what's your favorite pasta, Luddy? I know how to make Spaghetti, Fedelini, Vermicelli, Barbina, Bucatini, Perciatelli, Lasagne, Fettucelle, Fettuccine, Pizzoc-"
"Okay I get it," I cut in, knowing this conversation was going to go nowhere. Not desiring any pasta, but wondering of what to do to pass time, I agreed. "Fine. Make it simple, though, please," Feliciano was shining with happiness and gripped my hand, pulling me into the garage and into his home/mansion.
The next few hours, I spent a dreadfully long, but quite pleasant time making noodles, tomato sauce, and bread with the Chatter-Boy in his fancy kitchen (1). The house was quite miraculous, making me wonder who had the brain to design and pull off so many designs, paintings, and decorations that enhanced the beauty of the house. I actually thought I saw some paintings that were by famous painters…
I realized how much Chatter-Boy's personalities and mine conflicted with each other while we made that food. While he was the most outgoing, annoying, and positive person I'd ever met, I was the most strict, uptight, and angry person there ever was. It was like I was just dealing with him, but I really did enjoy his ranting, even if I would never admit it. While he was ranting about all the different pasta's he's ever made, I would just sit and listen, watching him familiarly move his hands around the amazingly beautiful kitchen, grabbing the essential ingredients from various decorative cupboards and drawers.
He really knew how to make his pasta… It was actually quite delicious. Even if I didn't dislike pasta, it was never my favorite, but after tasting Feliciano's pasta, I was converted. Its rich sauce made my mouth water, the spices were just the right mix making my mouth explode with flavor, the noodles cooked to perfection.
"You like it, Ve~?" Feliciano asked me from across the black granite counter after he had prepared me a large plate of the Spaghetti. I snapped my eyes open and looked at the boy who had a pink frilly apron on, I had been enjoying that particular bite of pasta so I had closed my eyes, doing that always made things last longer for some reason.
"Idfs puredy-" I gulped down the mouthful of pasta and repeated, "Its pretty good actually. Where did you learn how to make this?" I was a little embarrassed to admit that I loved it so much, but I couldn't lie, it was amazing.
"Ve~ Really, its good? That's great!" He smiled ear from ear, "Its an old family secret, my grandpa showed me how to make it, ve~ sorry I can't tell you, I would if grandpa Roma wouldn't of had sworn me to secrecy. Haha!"
"Hmm, I see…" I said, not hesitating to take a bite of the garlic bread I had help make. I then noticed the Chatter-Boy wasn't eating, just staring at me eat my own food, "Why aren't you eating?"
"Oh!" jumping up from the counter he pulled the apron off and made himself a plate of food, setting himself next to me with a plop. "Bon appétit!" I thought he was acting strange, but I couldn't figure out what it was. He might be this way all the time for all I know. I only met him this morning, anyway.
For the next half hour, Feliciano told me all about anything and everything. By the time we were done with our food I knew that he loved the arts (and was quite good at it from what I heard), he had an older brother (which I had no intention on meeting any time soon), his grandfather was already retired at a very young age and just had a job for fun (wonder what was so good about it if he had another job for fun, I asked him what it was but Chatter-Boy wasn't sure), his cat, Gino, was indeed a cat (He had to clarify it to me for some reason), and that he was indeed in a band (which only had the max amount of people… of two.).
"There are only two people in your band?" I asked slurping the last noodle, the sauce whipping around getting on my face.
He replied as I reached for a napkin that was sitting next to my plate, "Well… Yeah I guess," Bowing his head down looking sad he sighed, "I don't know if anyone will join… We only have two guitars! Well, technically it's a bass and a guitar, but you know what I mean. Neither me or Kiku" (The Japanese boy he told me all about that played the bass) "can sing, and you're the only one that I've found that can sing really, really good!"
I looked away, embarrassed by the comment. "W-well," I stuttered, "Don't count on me to be in your band… I have a lot of important things to do… I have to go to my new-" I stopped catching my breath, almost forgetting that I wasn't going to be in the boot camp anymore. Looking down, I felt the sting of tears again, remembering how upset and disappointed my grandpa would be when I came home, unable to tell him about the meeting because I hadn't gone. He wasn't really the understanding type ether so I wasn't expecting a warm welcome…
"Your new what?" Feliciano tried to continue. I looked up at him, sucking up my tears.
"I was suppose to go to this really important meeting about a military boot camp today," I said irritated and saddened, "And I missed it because my teacher made me stay after school! Well… he didn't really make me, but I… I can't let him down along with everyone else in the class…" I grasped my purple and silver skirt in my hands breathing deeply, I've never told anyone about my feelings and it was a strange feeling.
"I'm so sorry Luddy- I mean Ludwiga…" He patted my back trying to comfort me when it only made me frown in irritation.
Sniffing anything away from my system I looked over at Chatter-Boy and smiled the nicest I could, "Don't worry about it. My grandfather wont be so kind but It'll be all right…"
"Wow!" I heard a voice behind me and jumped surprised, Feliciano was fine recognizing the voice and looked over my shoulder smiling extra large if it was possible. "Such a cute girl you've gotten there, Feli, how did you snatch up her heart?"
Blushing I turned around to see a taller older man (not much older than his forties or late thirties) with dark mahogany curly hair, He had the same dumb look that Feliciano owned. He wore dark blue shorts and a t-shirt that said, 'Whatever the questions is, Liquor Is The Answer'. A towel in his hands he wiped his forehead; he must have just gotten home from his fun job, I thought maybe it was Feliciano's father.
"Nonno Roma!" Chatter- boy exclaimed quite ha-… Wait. Nonno… didn't that mean Grandpa in Italian…? GRANDPA? This was the grandfather I heard so much about? He… he was so young though… my grandpa was probably almost sixty and I was the second oldest grandchild next to my Schwester! Maybe I just thought he was younger… no… it wasn't possible! Ignoring the second comment his Nonno had said, he ran up to him and they bear hugged.
"My cute little grandchild~!" Grandpa Roma laughed teasingly, "I haven't seen you in a little while, Sorry, I had some business!" Winking at Chatter-Boy, he smiled telling him not to worry about it.
"So I heard your conversation," Grandpa Roma said, I looked down embarrassed and he laughed, "Do not worry! I only heard a little, so you can still hide the other things you told each other." My face just heated up even up more, but not in embarrassment but in anger, were all the Vargas's pervert Chatter-Boys?
The comment went right over Chatter-Boy's head and he said, "Nonno Roma! This is my, well, technically not friend, but friend Ludwiga Beilschmidt!"
I looked at Chatter-Boy with an annoyed glare and Grandpa Roma gasped in delight, "Beilshmidt! I see…" He looked up at me with a mischievous glance and I shrunk forward frowning, wondering what the hell Chatter-Grandpa was thinking about.
Suddenly and totally out of character, Grandpa Rome stood up straight with a terrifyingly serious face that scared me out of my wits. "Ludwiga, I would ask you if you could see me in my office?" I stared hard at the man hoping (desperately)that he wasn't serious. But while Feliciano looked at the two of us who were having a death-glare match, he never wavered. So I guessed he was being serious.
"… Okay?" Hesitantly I stood up and followed the older man out of the kitchen and through the extravagant halls and rooms of the house, Feliciano trailing behind us. If I wasn't scared half to death than I would of paid more attention to the details of the home, but at the moment all I could see was the large back of Chatter-Grandpa.
He stopped suddenly and I almost ran into his back, but I did anyways because Feliciano ran into my back, which made me fall forward. Sputtering apologies and whacking Chatter-Boy on the head, Grandpa Rome ignored it and looked over at me, nodding toward the office doors, which we were currently standing next to. I gulped, still utterly terrified and confused, but I followed him into the office anyways. What came next though was the biggest surprise.
Sooooooooooo my little kitties, how was this? I tried to make a cliff hanger to just piss you all off :D *Shot* not like you like the story anyways, I suck at writing. In my mind at least. Anywayyyysss, Thank you Walking on Dreams, Anya-Chan17, and Random Fangirl Number 37! I always appreciate reviews, they help me when I mess up *Cries* And I know Fem!Germany has short hair! I know thees! I made it long on purpose my friends! Same with Gilby havin short hair. Its not that short. Its past her shoulders. I should of said medium hair… but it sounds stupid so I said short. XD Anything else? Probably. I cant remember.
VVVV Extra stuffs if you wanna know.
h t t p : / / trendzona. com /interior-and-furniture/kitchen/09/italian-style-kitchen-part-1. h t m l
(If you wanna see the awesome Kitchen ((cause I suck at describing stuff XD)) then go look at this link and look at the third picture down. If you don't know how, just copy and paste this then get rid of all the spaces.)
h t t p : / / www. dreamhomedesignusa. com/ Castles. h t m
(If you wanna see what I think the awesome mansion looks like in my eyes, go to this site and look at the 39th mansion but make sure its the 39th one. Its a yellow house...((Its called the Arbolago Italian – tuscan villa, its yellow but I see it pink XD)))
Do you guys want me to show you some pictures I drew also? Cause I don't want to mess up your vision of what you picture XD