Kurai-onii: I think people liked the story. Allow me to start off by saying if anything I may put in that's Spanish and or Italian is wrong I'm really sorry. I'm taking German! Also, sorry for not updating, life's busy.
-I don't own Tangled or Hetalia. Oh, but if I did…-
Lovino hastily threw Lupo in a cupboard as his mother's voice rang up from the ground. "Lovino, get your ass in gear and let me in." The brunette hurried towards the window and dropped the rope ladder down for Natalya. Once she had firm grip on the rung he began to lug her up.
"Shit, she's getting heavy." Lovino whispered under his breath and with one final tug he yanked her through the window, gently taking her hand and helping her down from the windowsill. "Welcome back, Mother. How'd it go with Ivan?"
"Oh, I don't know what it is with him! He acts like he's afraid of me, but I know that's all an act. He'll agree to marry me soon enough. Our love will shine through!" She seemed to be surrounded a dark aura that made her ward flinch. Lovino knew she was madly in love with the owner of a tavern not that far off from where they lived. Of course he had no idea Lovino even existed and he was horribly terrified of Natalya, but that didn't stop her from going on about how they would become one someday.
"So, um, anyway tomorrow's kind of special…" He nudged her gently, urging her to guess.
"Is it the day Ivan leaves that scrawny brunette and becomes one with me?" Talk about a one track mind.
"No…it's my birthday." The boy's shoulders sagged.
"Oh, of course I knew that. What are you, fourteen? Sixteen?"
"I'm turning eighteen, Mom. And I was wondering if, maybe I could go and see the floating lights." Natalya froze. "Well, I want you to take me to see them."
"Those are just stars." Lovino shook his head; he was trying not to snap. He'd always had a problem with his anger.
"These aren't stars; they only appear on my birthday." His mother let out a laugh and he found himself turning red with anger. "Please don't fucking laugh at me. I'm being serious."
"I don't why you would want to leave. It's so dangerous out there; thugs, thieves, perverts." Natalya placed a hand on his shoulder. "A boy as small and venerable as you will be eaten alive."
Lovino huffed angrily. "I'm not a helpless child. I'm a man and I can take care of myself." Natalya let out another laugh and patted him gently on the head.
"Keep telling yourself that, my lily."
"But I think if you'd just hear me out you'd see that I really can-"
"That's enough Lovino. You are never leaving this tower, end of story." The brunette flinched. His mother's voice was filled with venom. "What else would you like for your birthday?"
"Um . . . tomatoes?" Natalya sighed.
"I'd have to travel to the nearest town to buy them. It would take a few days."
"I-I just thought it would be better than the, um, stars."
…
Lupo sat on his owner's head as they watched his mother disappear into the trees. Lovino let out a sigh, his plan had failed and his mother had run off to buy more tomatoes, which happened to be his favorite food, the journey to the nearest town took about 3 days. There was no way this day could've possibly been any worse.
…
Antonio leaned against a tree as he tried his hardest to catch his breath; he snatched a satchel away from Gilbert and threw it over his shoulder. "Go back to Francis now, mi amigo. The guards are already after us and it'd be best if they thought I was alone. I'll ditch them and meet up with you guys at the tavern."
The albino ran a hand through his silver hair. "If you say so, just try not to die." He then turned and ran off at full speed.
The Spaniard smiled and pushed off the tree, being sure to wander in the opposite direction Gilbert had gone. He kept away from the paths and listened for any sound that alerted him to the presence of other humans. As the soft clopping of a horse's hooves met his ears he looked around wildly for a place to hide. The sound grew closer and he dove behind a curtain of moss that blended well into the stone wall that it hung from, creating the illusion that solid wall stood behind it. Not wanting to take the risk of being caught he looked for a place to hide in case the soldiers found this place. His eyes fell on an old stone tower, and of course he immediately assumed that it was abandoned.
Antonio tried his best not to look down as he scaled the walls, he sighed in relief as his fingers brushed against the wood that made up the window frame. He pulled himself into the tower and sighed in relief. "They'll never find me here." That's when a wooden chair smashed over his head.
Lovino stood over the unconscious body with a broken chair leg in his hand, fully prepared to beat the shit out of this man if he tried anything. Lupo gently pawed at the man's face a gestured his head towards a bit of rope that hung over the back of a chair. Moments later Antonio was bound and Lovino was fiddling with latch on the satchel, when it came undone he reached inside and pulled out a small golden crown. A small groan came from the unconscious man's lips so Lovino shoved the crown back in the satchel and hid it behind the stairs.
The Spaniard cracked his green eyes open with a groan, before him stood a blurry figure, and as his vision cleared his found himself staring into the angry, brown eyes of a young boy. His dark brown hair framed his face perfectly, and an overly large curl jutted out to one side. His face was tinted a slight pink from the act of beating the Spaniard unconscious.
"Who are you?" Lovino hissed.
"I'm sorry what?" Antonio blinked and acted as though he hadn't heard the Italian. "Could you repeat that?"
Lovino's face turned a dark red. "I said 'Who the hell are you, bastard?' and you better not fucking lie to me." Antonio laughed quietly. "What's so funny? Tell me damn it!"
"I-I'm sorry it's just, I've never seen someone who looks so much like a tomato before. My name's Antonio Fernández Carriedo." Lovino's eyes narrowed and he balled his fists, oh, how he was aching to punch the bastard as hard as he could.
"Okay, I see that you're too fucking stupid to know I was here. So why the hell are you here, bastard?"
"Well, I was being chased so I climbed your lovely tower here. And if you just untie me, I can leave and we can pretend like we never met each other…" Antonio's eyes widened and looked around wildly. "Where's my satchel?!"
"I hid it." Lovino smirked. "You'll never find it." Lupo clawed at his owner's leg, who, In return, bent down and scooped him up. "Yes, I know he's a moron. I know I need someone to take me and he'd be easy to trick. Why the hell would I want to go anywhere with him? Fine, fine I'll do it." He turned around and glared at the Spaniard. "So, Antonio, I have decided to not beat the shit out of you, and will instead ask you to guide me to the kingdom so I may see the floating lights."
"You mean the lantern thing they do for the prince every year?" Lovino smiled slightly.
"I told Mom they weren't stars. So… will you take me?"
"Um, why would I take you anywhere?"
"Because if you don't I'll burn your satchel and then throw whatever remains into the wilderness to never be found again."
"W-what I meant to say was, how can I take you anywhere when I'm tied up like this?"
…
Moments later Antonio stood on the ground and looked up at the young boy. "Are you coming, mi tomate?"
"My name's Lovino! And yes, I'm coming, bastard." Lovino took a deep breath and began climbing down the ladder, Lupo clinging to his head for dear life. He started to whisper encouraging words to himself as he got closer to the ground. He stopped and the ast rung and looked at the green grass bellow, he placed his feet on the ground and collapsed to it, Antonio was about to run over and make sure he was okay, but Lovino was laughing softly. "Finally."
-The end-
Kurai-onii: So, again, sorry for updating late. Hope you enjoyed! Please, please, please review!
