Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia. If I did, I'd make Spamano, AsaKiku, PruCan, DenNorge, and other pairings official. Oh; and I'd make Mattie un-invisible(?) and Japan be in the series more.
A/N: So, enough of the ramblings... Hey y'all! I just got a new laptop~~~ XD Tomorrow, we're home, in the (awesome)Philippines. Huh. I noticed how short our vacation in America was. Awww... I'll miss the chilly weather in the U.S.A, for in my native land(lol), some sources (um...family, friends, classmates...?) said:
"the weather will shake you. No seriously."
PBJS: " Nah, that's fine... I miss the warm weather anyways..."
" Once you get home, trust me, you'll regret saying that... :|"
So yeah... And so I did. Seriously; 32 degrees celcius at night?
hey did any of you notice that the first chapter isn't really a sign of denial? *is shot* it's more of a sign of nervousness or anxiety, actually. But I saw it fitting of Lovi's behaviour in that chappie. Meh. So this chapter, 'Lying' doesn't necessarily apply mostly to denial, but it's a universal and common sign of denial and concealing something/s. So, yeah. Oh, and just to warn you:
OC: Clara Francisco- Toni's bitchy girl. Seriously, I don't know where the name came from. And I know that the idea of a bitch ruining everything is very, very, very unoriginal. But meh. You'll see where this is going in due time... I hope. Wish me luck in writing, will you!
Belgium: Elise Vandenbosch (I don't think this is the first time you've heard of her by the name Elise.)
So yeah... Oh by the way, who wants to see Lovi in a dress soon? *Is massacred by Lovi and his oh so awesome mafia* Ah, Lo Siento... No, seriously. Please tell me in the review if you want to see him in one. Oh, and if you could, please tell me how it looks like! I'll consider the most appropriate one, so I apologize in advance if your opinion is not taken.
So, On with the story!
You Know You're In Denial When...
Chapter 3- You're Lying
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So... Just now, the Spanish bastard's Spanish bitch just popped out of nowhere and 'glomped' Antonio. I would have protested, (alright, fine; I want Antonio for myself, dammit.) But... well...
One thing about Clara is... well...
She's perfect.
I mean, with her bouncy, slightly wavy, shoulder-length dark-brown hair, cafe-au-leit-esque skin tone (which is just as smooth; I decided, when we shook hands.), Grande taste in clothing, and not to mention that fucking humongous rack. I mean; seriously; Is she an E times 4 raised to the fifth power? Oh, just ignore me...Not really.
What kind of guy wouldn't fall heads-on-heels for her? I swear, If only I didn't completely hate her guts I guess I'd fucking pick her up just like that, flirt with her, and with any chance, screw her right then and there...Nah, she's a slut. I w-want Antonio for myself, after all...
So I just stood there, watching the perfect couple go all mush and icky in public. I mean, seriously; Get a room, you two!
Oh, really, now? I bet you're just saying that because you yourself want to get a room with Antonio.
The hell? Now my own subconscious is bullying me? Screw my life.
Pfffttt...! I'm not your subconcious, you dumkopff.
Huh. Don't tell me it's a ghost; No, wait! A potato-sucking ghost to make it worse for me!...God, you hate me, don't you?
Stop being a stupid gay-ass sassy drama queen, you bonehead. Screw this; Why did I even bother to try to help you, anyways?
Help? Huh. For the enth time in one day, I just scoffed,and in the process, blowing my own haircurl with the air from my mouth and nose, which ended with a red-faced Italian, and... Did the room just get hotter?Seriously, turn off the heater, dammit! I mean, is it really neces-
BOO!
Well. That snapped me out of my thoughts. I mean, seriously, Lovino; stop acting so strange by dozing off all of a sudden, people'd think you're retarded or something. Not that would, of course, think that of the top 1 student in the campus. Duh. And no, I didn't shriek so shrilly that a 4-year old girl would be put to shame. Silly~ And n-no, I didn't whisper anything about stupid A-antonio saving me or something. Ew. Just how sassy do you think I am, anyways?
Anyways.
Putting that aside, the first thing I did was look around if anyone saw me, just to realize that Antonio, and Clara(the bitch) went somewhere else and -
I don't care. The next class is German, anyways. And the teacher is a stupid macho potato-head. Figures. I mean, why the fuck do we have to study fucking German in America? In an American school, with Americans and in America? It's jeopardizing the American culture and society as it already is jeopardized!
I just wanted to say that...
'Cuz I'm Italian...American. And besides, they'd never even do so as to give me a detention slip, would they? I mean, I am, after all, the top student.
But I'm fucking scared. And worried. That's because I've never gotten in trouble for my whole life...
Back to the point, I turned my head, to where I suspect the voice came from.
Merda.
Did I... Did I just die and go to heaven? Because I think I'm seeing an angel in front of me.
No, seriously... You've got to try that one, it really works, you see.
*Ahem* Anyways, I turned my head, to see a really pretty lass, with an arrogant smirk on her face, and her hand on her hips.
Oh...
I'd recognize that tattered, dirty uniform anywhere, and those messy, tangled, honey-blonde locks...
" Hi Elise." Elise marched up to me and slapped my back slightly a bit too hard. Which I didn't wince at, by the way. Dammit...
" So, Lovi. I see you've got your eyes on that Spanish dude's arse?" Okay; so maybe my eyes were trailing somewhat downwards, but- I-i wasn't looking anywhere else, dammit! Elise slung her arm on my shoulder, making me almost lose my balance and fall forward. For a chick, she sure is heavy... I shoved her slightly, just enough for her to get the hell off of me.
" No... Not his butt, I mean, but... You could say that I l-like him..." She wolf-whistled and approached me slyly.
" Heh. Y'know, if ever you get tired of him, We could always, you know... Get together?" And that's when a marvelous idea popped up in my head. Elise fidgeted in panic, since she must have seen the look on my face.
" Ah. I was just joking, Lovi-cakes... I know we liked each other before, but-"
"Elise, be my (temporary) girlfriend." I grabbed my childhood crush towards me, pulled her down to my level, and whispered in her ear. And I've never seen someone change expressions so quickly before. First she had a look that showed shocked, then a scandalized one, and slowly, she had a sly, cat-smile on her features. I, too, uncharacteristically, grinned.
This was the reason why I fell in love with this girl before.
" Oh, Lovino Vargas, you quirky bastard!" She giggled madly for a while, to which I joined in to. We stayed like this for a while, laughing until we had tears in our eyes, not worrying about the time.
" So, you intend on making him want you back?" Out of breath, I just nodded, my face flushed red. " Sure; I'll be glad to help!" That's when another thought hit me. What if Antonio didn't like me back? There are many reasons why he wouldn't like me back, after all:
1) He doesn't know a damn thing about me, except for my name, seat and locker number, and family relations. Oh, and that I'm top student.
2) I don't know a damn thing about him, except for the fact that he's a hot Spanish bastard, he's a stupid idiot, and he has a Spanish girlfriend named Clara Francisco.
3) My personality. I would know my own personality, and it's not good either.
4) What would he see in me? Sure, I'm damn good looking, and really smart, but I'm not his type.
5) He has a girlfriend.
6) We're both guys.
I groaned when realization hit me. Antonio doesn't like me in that way. I could see it, too, when he ruffles my hair and laughs that mesmerizing laugh of his. He thinks of me as his friend.
" Elise," I moaned, all these facts striking me one by one, each oh so painfully. " Maybe we shouldn't do this after all. He doesn't like me, anyways..."
" No! Lovino, I know he does. You just have to make a move on him; How would he know?" I shrugged, not really knowing what to do.
" You have to make him want you. Show that bitch of his who deserves him. She's a fake." I scrunched up my eyebrows in confusion. How would she know?
" Wha-"
" I saw her flirting with that guy from Netherlands. And a few others..."
" Behind Antonio's back?" That bitch is horrible! Antonio shouldn't be with her, after all. " He doesn't deserve her!" Elise rolled her eyes, snarky as ever.
"No shit. Now you pretend we're together, and see him become jealous. When he snaps, he'll tell you how he feels. Then, you can tell him about Clara and her shenanigans." Elise pat me on the back reassuringly.
" I just hope our plan works out as well as it sounds, Elly." Elise raised my chin for me to look straight into her lime-green eyes.
" Lovino. I'm with you in this. Now cheer up; The only time I ever want to hear you moan is when I finally get you in bed with me." I scowled at her, shoving her off of me. Elise is really the only one I'm actually open with, since we practically grew up together. We used to have a crush on each other before, but I sort of... rejected her.
" So I'll be your girlfriend! Temporarily, that is... ahahahaha..." I noticed the slightly pained look in her eyes, despite her cheerful laugh and smile. Elise is, after all, a woman, despite her personality. I smiled at her, an apologetic smile. We finally parted ways, and when we were far apart, She whispered something she probably thought I couldn't hear.
" I always loved you the most, Lovino..." I made a face and balled my hands into fists. She probably didn't know that I knew she was crying. I clenched my eyes shut, my face devoid of expressions.
" I'm sorry, Elise..." It came out so soft, It was barely a whisper. But I know. I know that she heard it. And we both know.
So after all that drama, I sprinted to the classroom, and with my amazing mafia skills that I inherited from our Grandpa, I made it to the classroom. 15 minutes late. I bit my lower lip in worry, Thoroughly afraid of getting into trouble. What will everyone think? What will Antonio think? I know we're just separated by this door in front of me, and I could see all of them listening to the potato bastard's lecture. Surely, his view on me would change. Everyone's view on me would change. But...
What about Grandpa Roma?
The man I've tried so much to impress all these years, with a perfect record and many other things. Surely he'd disapprove... He'd never like a trouble maker much better than his other grandson.
I clenched and unclenched my fists, nails digging into my delicate flesh. I squeezed my eyes shut, contemplating on whether or not to open the door. I glanced at the clock above the room.
12:20 p.m.
Now I'm 20 minutes late.
I felt my eyes sting and felt some dampness at the corners of my eyes.
No, Lovino, don't cry. Not now, not here.
I opened my eyes, glancing at the window on the door. No one seemed to see me. Good.
I choked on a suppressed sob, and buried my face in my hands as I slid down against the door slowly. Slowly, but suddenly, the door opened, and I stood up with a jolt. There, standing in the doorway, was Mr. Beildschmitt, the lousy German potato-head.
His mouth was curved into a thin, straight, horizontal line to show his displeasure and disappointment. His eyebrows were furrowed both in confusion and distaste. All I could do was fix my stare on my shoes, the floor, anything but the teacher, and the class. From the corner of my eye, I could see Antonio with a sympathetic face...which was suddenly gone, since he busied himself with his girlfriend whispering something to him. Che. I was too embarassed to even curse at her in my own mind. And the classroom just stood still like that, in absolute silence, Me and the teacher in front; My head hung low, my cheeks flushed, eyes damp and puffy, and my fists balled up.
The teacher coughed, grabbing all of the class's attention, including mine. I looked up slowly and pathetically. Mentally, I cringed. Nice job, Lovino. Nice job...
"You're late, Mr. Vargas." Mr. Beilldschmitt pushed up his glasses and crossed his arms over his chest, while I paled. Pathetic. I searched through my head for an explanation, and after what seemed like and eternity, He slammed his hand on his desk, making me jolt in surprise. That bastard. If he weren't a teacher, I would have punched the living daylights out of him. But my priority now is to get out of trouble.
" I'm waiting for and explanation, Mr. Vargas." I cringed under his cold tone.
" I-I'm... Sorry. I wasn't feeling too well, and-"
" If I may, Señor Beilldschmitt," A feminine voice with a Latin accent smoothly cut in, interrupting my get-away plan. I glared at the person who interrupted, and felt a cold bead of sweat glide down the arch of my back. It was Clara. No. No, she wasn't...
" I'm afraid that Mr. Vargas is lying, Señor. I was with him before class time, and it seemed like he was getting busy with... a girl, si? Ah, yes." I felt my eyes widen as she explained everything to the teacher. In my shocked state, I couldn't make out anything they said any more, until Mr. Beilldschmitt put a hand on my shoulder roughly. Damn, that bitch.
I glared at Clara, and saw her smiling deviously back at me. Though no one else seemed to notice. I focused on the person whose hand was on my shoulder right now, and said person was digging through his case and pulled out...
Merda.
No. God, no. Nononooononononononononno. Anything but a detention slip. I swear, just to get out of this mess, I'd do anything. I'd even eat wurst and other German shit for my whole life if it'd get me out of trouble. My vision blurred as he extended it out to me after signing it, a slightly wary expression on his damn potato-eating face. Then he said the sentence that made my heart shatter to pieces.
" I'm giving you a detention slip. For being late by 20 minutes, and for lying to your teacher." I felt my knees fail me, and my mouth suddenly went dry. My eyes stinged suspiciously, and my eyesight was extremely blurry.
I only noticed that I was crying when I sobbed pathetically, in front of the class, in front of the potato bastard, in front of Antonio of all people. From the corners of my eyes, I could see the other students with worried and shocked expressions. I knew they were thinking, 'Who knew that the great Lovino Vargas could cry, and because of a detention slip?'
" No, please! D-Don't give me detention, please! I'll do anything..." But I ended up sobbing choked sobs and having many hot tears flowing down my face.
" I'll do anything, I promise I won't do it again..." I went into hysteria, as I grabbed onto Mr. Beilldschmitt's arm, trying to convince him. Everything else after that was a blur. Probably from crying, but I could remember clearly Antonio's look of sympathy and pity directed at him. He looked like he wanted to say something, but didn't. I didn't want him to see me like this, really. After that, I walked dejectedly to the detention room, where Elise was sitting with a pained expression and a forced smile.
" Hey, Kiddo. Seems like we're on the same boat, eh?" She chuckled, but I swear that chuckle was strained. I sighed and sat down next to her, and she held my hand tightly and reassuringly.
" Got busted for being late?" I just nodded, feeling my eyes sting again with tears. How pathetic I am, crying over a detention slip. I buried my face into my hands and cried freely, and we hugged each other, both of us crying. After crying pathetically, I looked at Elise with serious eyes. I could feel the passion and rage burning in my eyes. Really.
" Elise, Let's go on with the plan. I'll do it, no matter what." And after a few moments of silence, the detention monitor, Ms. Wang, a pretty Taiwanese lady, dismissed us, telling us that she'd call our respective guardians after school. If only my spirits weren't so low, I would have made some passes at her.
I swear, I'd kick that Clara bitch's ass. And make Antonio mine.
So, err... yeah. It's not really humour, and I apologize about that... Eheheheheh...
Oh no, what's to happen to Lovi? We'll see in the next chapter. And I know Lovi's OOC here. I did it on purpose, really. :|
Please review~~! And tell me how to improve~! I also apologize for the crappyness, I'm sort-of sugar high,too.
TY for reading~