Lovina storms off and bumps into a cute guy while upset

Spain comes to find her and isn't happy about the attention she is getting

Also I apologize if my Spanish/Italian is bad. Languages were never my strongest subject

Lovina stormed down the street angrily not looking behind her. How dare Spain cheat on her like that, with an older woman of all things. Hell, a human no less! Did he actually care about her feelings? He knew how insecure she got. It didn't help that her grandmother had favoured her younger sister over her as a child.

Always praising Feliciana for what she could do and how skilled she was. Often spoiling her with affection and having her stay over a lot more than she ever did Lovina. As a child she could remember everyone praising Feliciana for her skills but never saying anything much about her. As much as she loved her grandmother she hated being pushed out of the limelight.

She didn't ask for much, just someone who would willingly love her and never abandon her. Spain had been there for her since she was a child and later had become his lover as she got older. She had been very cautious and hostile towards him for a while, believing him to be only interested in her for her inheritance. But he had actually loved her with sincerity with all her faults.

But that had all changed now. Now it was different, here he was, flirting with another woman and acting like she didn't exist. Brushing off the fact that they were even a couple. She had a right mind to castrate him with his gardening shears and make him pay dearly for daring to look at another woman.

But instead her emotions had gotten the better of her and she had yet again stormed off. Just thinking about it made her blood boil, but she held the tears back bravely. She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand angrily "Cazzo di bastardo. Mi tradisce cosi" she growled. He had quite the nerve of cheating on the granddaughter of ancient Rome.

Why had she ever believed she could trust him? That he would see her as anything but the little girl she had been all those years ago. It only made her even more foolish than she already did. She was tempted to get the first flight back to Italy and sulk at home. Better than being around his damn puppy dog eyes begging for her forgiveness. She wouldn't forgive him for this.

Her heart felt like it was being squeezed. Anger and sadness filling her heart, why she had she even allowed herself to fall for him? That he would be any different than anyone else. All anyone ever wanted from her was her grandmother's wealth or influence. They never wanted anything to do with her at all, hell they liked her sister more than her.

And why not? Her sister was far cuter than her, she was more polite and cheerful. She was playful and she was more girly. She could cook and she had a very motherly nature. Not like her bitchy, moody and tomboyish self who basically tended to scare people with her temper and make people avoid her.

But it really hurt her, she had felt like she could really trust him. That she could entrust her heart to him and he wouldn't hurt her like this. But she had been wrong all along. Her eyes stung with tears and she fought them back. She wanted cry, she refused to let herself cry. She wouldn't let herself waste tears over that stupid tomato bastard.

"Hola Hermosa" a male voice said from behind her. What was a beautiful girl like her doing alone and crying no less. He would help make her feel better and forget her sadness. It was too beautiful a day to be feeling so low, the sun was shining and the sea was sparkling like a mirror. What could there be to feel sad about?

Lovina growled and looked behind her. A young man (younger than Spain) was standing behind her wearing a kind look on his face. He looked genuinely worried about her. He reached out to stroke her cheek affectionately to which she stiffened. It felt wrong for it to be anyone other than Spain. But what did she care about that stupid cheater?

His eyes were filled with tenderness and genuine care. Someone had hurt this girl, but she didn't have cry over someone who was willing to lose a girl like her. "Alguien tan encantador, como no deberias estar llorando" he soothed kindly. She deserved to have a man worship and love her like the angel she was instead of breaking her heart.

Lovina clenched her fists into balls. He was using the usual lines any man would use, but instead of sounding like a dick it actually sounded very sweet. Something she needed to hear right now. It made the anger in her heart slowly melt away and forget that she was angry at that handsome but naive idiot.

He then reached into his pocket and handed her a handkerchief. She should wipe away those tears or it would ruin her pretty face. She should be smiling and feeling confident instead of feeling so low. He would love to take her out on a date but it didn't look like she needed that right now, so he would simply cheer her up.

Lovina hesitated then reached out to take his handkerchief gratefully. She didn't sense any ill intent from this guy and he was simply being kind to her which she appreciated. She then started to wipe her eyes with the cloth enjoying the feeling of the material on her skin, not caring about her mascara stains on it.

"LOVINA!" an anxious tone cried out. He had been looking all over for her. He was so glad he found her. He had been so worried as to where she would have gone. Lovina stiffened to see Spain running towards her. Why the hell had he come after her? No matter what she wouldn't apologize to him. He was the one in the wrong here not her.

She glared at him crossly her eyes gleaming with anger. Why couldn't she just be alone when she was upset? She didn't need to see his face right now. He was just making her feel worse than she already did. She swore he had some form of build it radar that helped him find her whenever she was mad at him.

The guy saw Lovina looking angry and assumed this was the guy who made her cry. He would not let this man upset her any more than he already had. She had cried enough tears. He then reached out his arm to wind it around her shoulder to which her eyes widened in surprise. She stopped being angry and just stared at the other guy in awe.

She didn't even notice Spain stiffen and his body language become angry. He didn't like that this man was being so familiar with Lovina like this. She was his woman after all. What man wouldn't become angry upon seeing another man trying to steal what was rightfully his to begin with? He did not know whom he was messing with.

"Es este el tipo que te hizo llorar cariño?" the guy questioned curiously. He would not allow her to cry anymore wasted tears on such a pathetic guy who dared to make her cry. This guy didn't deserve a woman who was as beautiful as her if he was willing to lose her. You had to make a woman feel like she was wanted.

Spain approached quietly his eyes filled with anger but his expression annoyed. He was trying very hard to stay calm and not make a scene despite his displeasure. "No la llames de miel" he said sharply. He would not allow another man to speak so intimately towards her. Lovina was his woman and he had loved her much longer than this guy had been alive.

The guy looked annoyed and scoffed at Spain "Me estas diciendo que no sea amable con una mujer llorando?" he challenged defensively. Should he simply ignore her and let her cry all alone in the street? His mama had always taught him to never abandon a woman in need, for it was not a very gentlemanly thing to do.

Spain narrowed his eyes and gripped Lovina's wrist. He then pulled her close to his chest before the other guy could react. The then wrapped his arm around her protectively. The blood and fire of his old fighting self coming to light. He would not let anyone take Lovina from him. He had waited all these years for her to grow up and become a woman.

Centuries had passed before she had developed and become a woman he could finally embrace. Though he knew he could be dense he would never cheat on her. Lovina shivered and fear ran through her body. She could feel his strength in his grip. Old Spain was showing his colours, the ex-pirate and soldier from all those years ago.

Spain glared at the guy, his green eyes threatening and a dark aura coming over him. He wasn't playing around anymore, he had given this guy his warnings. But it seemed he would have to get serious of he was to understand just whom he was trying to steal from and what would happen if he did.

"Te estoy diciendo que matangas tus manos fuera de mi mujer" Spain growled darkly. This guy didn't seem to understand that he wasn't willing to hand over Lovina to anyone. The guy shivered upon seeing Spain look at him so menacingly. He then rushed away in fear before he was most likely murdered by the older male. He just hoped that girl would be ok.

Spain kept holding onto Lovina even after the guy had gone from his sights. He wanted any guy nearby to know that she was his woman and he would never let her go. Though he knew he was not perfect and often very dense (as he had been told). He loved Lovina with all his heart and he would never let her go from his embrace.

Lovina then snapped out of her shock and became angry again. She then shoved against Spain as hard as she could and pushed herself out of his arms shocking him. "Che diavolo?! Come osano toccarmi!" Lovina raged angrily. He had a lot of nerve acting like the hero after he had been so friendly with another woman. How long had it even been going on?

Spain blinked innocently then looked at her anxiously upon remembering their fight. "Lovina. It's not what you think. Please come back home" he begged. He would never dream of cheating on her. Why would he ever risk losing her when she was his precious little tomato? While he loved both her and Feliciana, she would always be his favourite.

"Bastardo! Do you think I'm an idiot?" she snapped angrily. Was he really trying to pretend nothing had happened? She would never forgive him for inviting another woman into his life when he had her. He had a lot of nerve. He had better have a damn good apology lined up for her.

"She's my new gardener!" Spain snapped abruptly. He had wanted to explain but she ran off after slapping him. He had simply wanted someone to help him look after his garden when he was away or could not manage himself. Yes, while he didn't like to admit it even he had trouble handling work sometimes.

Lovina's eyes widened and she stopped yelling. Spain… he had hired a gardener? But why? He had always been so talented by himself. She had always loved his garden even as a child back when they lived together. So why would he need to in the first place? It didn't make sense to her at all.

Spain scratched the back of his head self-consciously making her look too cute in his eyes. "I wanted to tell you. I can't always look after my garden alone and I need someone when I'm away visiting you or at meetings. I wanted to tell you but you ran off before I could" he explained.

As skilled as he was at some things, he tended to be pretty forgetful. Prussia and France often teased him about this when they would have conversations. So, his garden stayed healthy, he had ordered a professional to help him when he made mistakes or was busy with his duties as a nation.

She was a very nice woman and was simply business orientated nothing more. They had organized her schedule of her work days and she would be paid every two weeks. So Lovina didn't need to feel threatened by her whatsoever. Besides why would he cheat on her to begin with?

Lovina then bowed her head feeling like a fool. Why couldn't she ever just be rational and not lose her temper? Her insecurities and temper just got the better of her sometimes. But he hadn't exactly helped with what she had heard before entering the garden. From her side, it had sounded very suspicious. "Idiota. Perche non mi hai detto che cominciare?" she snapped.

If he had just said so from the beginning she wouldn't have yelled at him. Or slapped him or stormed off (now that she remembered she hoped his face wasn't too sore). Their fight would have never happened to begin with if he had just explained himself instead of acting like he usually did.

Spain blinked and then smiled at her in his usual dorky sense "Because you didn't wait for me Lovi" he replied affectionately. He had told her to wait but she hadn't listened. He couldn't exactly tell her if she wasn't willing to listen to him could he? I mean communication was a two way thing after all.

Lovina blinked and then laughed in amusement. He was right on that one, she felt like such an idiot. But she would need some time before she was in a better mood again. "Chiave" she replied in defeat. She couldn't help it, when she got mad she never thought clearly. Because of this she tended to act recklessly and didn't really listen well.

Spain then approached her and took gazed down at her affectionately. "Will you come home with me now?" he asked hopefully. He had hoped to make something delicious with his tomatoes. He had picked some fresh today and left them to drain in the kitchen after washing them

Lovina sighed in defeat. She couldn't stay mad at him knowing she had also been in the wrong. The food had better be good though or she would just get mad again. "Guidare la strada tomato bastard" she huffed crossly. She then folded her arms crossly waiting for him to take her back to his house. He just smiled and took her hand leading her back.

Lovina simply pouted and followed obediently like always. She would rather die than admit she was happy that he hadn't cheated. But she was, to know that Spain still loved her above all else. It was a feeling she would never get tired of.

Translations

Cazzo di bastardo. Mi tradisce cosi-Fucking bastard. Cheating on me like that

Hola Hermosa-Hey beautiful

Alguien tan encantador, como no deberias estar llorando-Someone as lovely as you shouldn't be crying

Es este el tipo que te hizo llorar cariño?-Is that the guy who made you cry honey?

No la llames de miel-Don't call her honey

Me estas diciendo que no sea amable con una mujer llorando-Are you telling me not to be kind to a crying woman?

Te estoy diciendo que mantangas tus manos fuera de mi mujer?-I'm telling you to keep your hands off my woman

Che diavolo?! Come osano toccarmi!-What the hell?! How dare you touch me!

Bastardo-Bastard

Idiota. Perche non mi hai detto che cominciare?-Idiot. why didn't you just tell me to begin with?

Chiave-Touche

Guidare la strada Tomato bastard-Lead the way Tomato bastard