Wow! Thanks for all the reviews/views/favorites, you guys! And the whole allergic to tomatoes thing was just...so freaking hilarious I couldn't pass it up.
So, my school's homecoming is soon. I have a friend who's going to cosplay Spain and I'm gonna be Romano. WE SHALL TROLL HC FTW~
"In the midst of all the cheery dancers...lurked an evil far more terrify-" "HEY YOU BASTARD NARRATOR! I'M NOT EVIL DAMN I-" "Lovi, calm down, mi tomate!"
YES. This is what happens when you don't get a daaaaaate~! Well, screw that, I'm asking someone to HC Monday, so...but I'm asking the person who's going to be Spain, so XD
Also, there are going to be a number of references at the end of this chapter pointing out to different things. Whoever can guess all of them correctly first can request a oneshot for anything. Whatever rating, genre, pairing you want! ;)
Disclaimer: Hetalia isn't mine, but I do own a pair of "candy-corn horns".
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Quiet filled the room, which could quickly turn to silence, of the AWKWARD variety! Awkward silence!
"Wh...what?" Spain asked, disbelieving. Surely, surely God couldn't be so cruel as to deprive Lovi of what he truly loved, yes?
"I can't eat them. They make me feel sick." Lovino said simply, as if it were nothing out of the ordinary for him. Why would it be? He'd lived with it for all his life.
"O-oh...well, would you s-something else? Maybe Feliciano could make you some pasta...?" Spain suggested. Lovino nodded, jumping down from the chair and walking off, to wash his hands to get rid of any tomato on them. This left Spain alone in the room.
He sighed, and ran his hands through his hair.
"Aye...I thi-" He was cut short as his phone started to play an obnoxious Spanish song. Flipping it open he put it to his ear.
"...yes?" He asked, sitting down in his chair. He was met by a good number of loud thuds, as though someone were falling down stairs. He heard a few 'UMPH's and then silence, and faint stepping noises as though someone were walking down the stairs.
A loud, cheery American voice called out, "DUDE! I WARNED YOU ABOUT THEM STAIRS, BRO! I TOLD YOU, DOG!"
"Shut it, you bloody git! This is only the second time! I tripped! It keeps happening! Spain?" An extremely familiar English voice questioned, hoping the Spaniard hadn't hung up.
"Si?" Spain said, curious. He had been chuckling, so now he had to shut up to not set the Enlish 'gentleman' off.
"I called to tell you that there's a meeting tomorrow morning, in Italy." England said, and Spain heard a few muffled noises as England stood up.
"Thanks! Adios!" He said quickly then hung up, bursting into laughter. He wished he could have seen England falling down the stairs! It must have been hilarious! This was one of the few(only) times he's ever been even slightly jealous of America.
"What's so funny, bastard?" Lovi's tiny voice rang out. Spain wiped his eyes, grinning cheerfully.
"Nothing, Lovi. Say," He said, kneeling down to Lovi's level, "There's somewhere I have to be tomorrow. How would you like to come with me and Feli?" He asked kindly, smiling.
Lovino thought about it for a moment. The Spaniard seemed sincere, but there was still...just something about him that made his stomach all fluttery and what not. Lovi gave a nod, hands behind his back, Spain grinned wider.
"Great! Well, here, just let me heat up the leftover pasta from the other day, I would get Feli to make you some more but he's asleep, and..." Lovi eventually tuned him out, staring at the ceiling as he crawled back into the chair.
Setting the leftover pasta in front of his little Italian, Spain yawned.
"I'm heading up to bed, mi toma-Lovi. Just head on up to bed when you're done, si?" Spain said, eliciting a quick head bob from Lovi.
When Spain left, Lovi pushed the pasta away and sat there for a good few minutes before taking a few bites of the plain, unsaucy pasta and then hopping down, going off to bed.
~LOOK A TEIM SKIP I HAVE NAMED IT YOHAN~
The next morning, Spain woke up early for a quick shower before heading to the meeting. On the way, Lovi was playing a game on Feli's phone in the backseat and Feliciano was talking to Spain in the front.
"How do you think the others will react? He was dead, you know." Feli said quietly, not taking his eyes off of the road. Spain shrugged.
"I have no idea. Hopefully they'll take it well. If not-" He said, then was cut off by Lovi yelling in glee. Glancing back at the now-grinning Lovi, he was met by an adorable sight.
"I won! I won!" Lovi said excitedly, bouncing up and down in his seat. Spain smiled softly and turned back to Feli.
"I don't care how they take it...he's back, and that's what matters."
"I agree." Feliciano said.
~TEIM SKIP THIS ONE IS NAMED BROCHACHO~
"Come on, Lovi. Do you want me to carry you?" Spain offered, holding both of his hands out to the tiny Italian. Lovi nodded a bit, jumping into Spain's arms and settling there. Spain and Feliciano walked to the meeting room door, hesitating.
"Lets go." And they pushed the door open.
"...S-spain, what's in your arms?"
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Bah! This was difficult to write. I BROKE THE WRITERS BLOCK WITH MY TYPING FINGERS
Heres the references:
1) ATTENTION JESUS!
2) OUR BABY CAN SWING ON THE TRAPEZE! WITHOUT A SAFETY NET!
3) Christmas is about family, and loving people! Now get bent.
4) "I baked you a pie!" "Oh boy, what flavor?" "PIE FLAVOR."
5) "You're supposed to be dead!" *looks down and puts my hands on my chest disbelievingly* "Am I not?"
6) HAKUNA MATATA!
7) "Now son, don't touch that cactus." *his entire body touches the cactus* "YOU'RE DEAD TO ME."
If you don't get number six...you're dead to me XD
I'm watching InuYasha while doing this. It's the second part of Fateful Night in Togenkyo. I'm also roleplaying Warriors, Hetalia, HP and a coupla other things. I am sooooo bored. I still have to memorize literally EVERY EUROPEAN CAPITOL for my damn exam Tuesday.
I'm taking a Cultural Geo class. I freaking love my teacher. He refers to the nations as dudes. "So Germany, this guy over here, was once split in two with his bruder, Prussia. But then Russia, this bulky guy over here..." Then he spent twenty minutes teaching us about German beer. I love college classes.
Anyway, review please! :) It makes me want to write more. Tell you what. It I can get ten reviews for this chapter, I'll make the next chapter LOOOOOOOONG.
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