(edited formatting 6-26-2014)

A/N: Well, it's like this. I didn't feel that the first chapter alone gave enough information to fill the need for a good read...so I posted the second chapter as well. Don't worry though. The chapters slowly become more and more filling. Depending on my review rate, I may add chapter three sooner than I expect. Just so you know, I'm on a roll right now and have several more where these came from already typed.

-SeriPhe08

PS. Don't forget to R&R.

!Disclaimer!

I do not own anything related to Hetalia, or any other works that I may reference in my writings. If I could own any of these characters, Spamono would be a canon storyline…along with many other tasty pairings….!

End of Disclaimer

CHAPTER 2

The Nature of the Curse

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LOVINO'S POV

BANG BANG BANG!

"Fratello! Lovino~ are you okay?" I wake up to my little brother beating on my bedroom door. I glance at my alarm clock and see that school's been over for around twenty minutes. Just great. The first thing Feliciano does as soon as he gets home is come to wake me up and annoy me. Crap!

"What do you want? Stop beating my fucking door down!"

The knocking stops and Feli's voice whines though the door.

"I'm sorry, fratello. I heard from the nurse that you came home early and I was worried about you. Are you feeling okay?"

"I'm fine dammit. I just had a headache and didn't feel like suffering through study hall. Okay? Now leave me alone and let me go back to sleep!"

"Okay. I'm glad you're not sick, fratello. I'm going to go fix some food. I'm making manicotti for dinner tonight! Ve~ that sounds good..." His voice fades as he heads for the kitchen. And I roll back over in bed and groan. My whole body suddenly feels numb but at the same time like I'm being poked by thousands of tiny needles. You know the feeling; like when your foot falls asleep and you try to move it. Yeah that feeling...all over.

I try to focus on anything bit the tingling all over my body. I glance at the ceiling...that'll work. The ceiling is treated with some kind of fluffy paint that gives it texture. I start connecting the dots with my eyes. That looks like a tree, and there's a flower, and a mouse...

KNOCK KNOCK

I nearly jump out of my skin when my idiot brother knocks on my door again.

"What? I'm trying to sleep idiot!"

"Ve~ Sorry, fratello, but I have a favor to ask..."

"What?"

Well, I'm making pasta sauce and I don't have enough tomatoes. I was wondering if I can use some of yours."

What the f...? He came to annoy me about pasta sauce? And those are my special tomatoes... I ordered those seeds from Italy and they weren't cheap. It took forever just to get the greenhouse just right to grow them properly and I just harvested the second batch yesterday...no way is he using MY tomatoes...

A shiver runs through my whole body dragging me out of my mental rant. On second thought, if he'll leave me alone...

"Alright! But you can only use half of what I picked! You understand?"

He practically squeals in delight and I can imagine the goofy grin on his face.

"Really? Ve~ you're the greatest, fratello. The absolute best brother ever! Thank you!" And I swear I can hear him skipping down the hall away from my door.

I roll my eyes as the tingling in my body fades...

"Best brother ever huh? More like sorella right now."

I lay in bed for about five more minute before deciding to get up. I walk to my dresser and pull out a pair of gray sweatpants, a red t-shirt, and a fresh pair of boxers. Then I head back to my bathroom. I need a shower. Not only did I miss my usual morning shower because of my brother, but I slipped into a toilet and I'm covered in sweat because of the stupid curse. I toss my clean outfit on the closed toilet lid, strip off my boxers and my wrappings, and step into the shower. I turn on the water set the temperature just right and let the water rinse all my troubles away.

Before the water starts to run cold, I grab my shampoo and start scrubbing my hair, being extra careful around my curl. No one in my family has ever found out exactly why we react to our curls the way we do, but apparently it's a genetic trait that skips generations on the Vargas side of the family. Needless to say, I can easily deal with the reaction when I'm male. Just turn the shower to the cold setting for a few minutes and presto! When I'm a girl, not so easy...and I'm not crazy enough to ask any girls how to deal with it...too fucking embarrassing. End of topic.

I finish washing my hair, grab the body wash, and wash the rest of my body. I will never get used to washing my female form. Even though it's still me its nerve wracking. I mean I am still fundamentally a man, dammit. The only girl I want to touch would be my girlfriend...if I ever managed to get one. That has been put on hold until I find a way to fix Kirkland's stupid ass curse.

I finish my shower and, after turning of the water, I dry off and toss the towel around my waist. Out of habit, I grab a smaller towel and work on my hair. When I grab the comb off the back of the sink, I catch sight of myself and immediately adjust the towel so that it's around my chest...fuck. I'm a scrawny guy, but somehow I turn in to a slightly sexy girl...How the hell can that be explained? I mean, yes, I am a junior in high school. Just like every other guy my age, girls are freaking hot. But how the hell can I be Sexy? I'm a BOY. Something must be wrong with my mind for me to think I look sexy as a girl... I think I should just stop thinking...

I comb my hair and slide into my clothes, snugly wrapping my chest in a new set of bandages before tossing on the tee. I'll hand wash the other roll of wrap later...Feli would ask too many questions if it would up in the laundry. I grab my dirty clothes and toss them in my clothes hamper. I look at my tennis shoes and deliberate how to sanitize them...toilet water is still gross even if it's clean. I fish around under my bathroom sink and find some lemon scent disinfecting spray. I give the left shoe a very liberal coat and, just for balance, dust the right shoe as well. I seriously need to figure out if tennis shoes are machine washable...