Ok, So I DON'T own Hetalia, if I did, there would be much yaoi… So, So much
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Chapter 3: Night shift
{Lovina}
"Yo, Lovina you ready!" Came a loud question from Matthias, who currently was booking' it down the aisle way at 100m/h.
He had blonde hair that swept slightly to one side and it was also pointed slightly skyward. He had piercing blue eyes and was muscular and pretty tall. He also wore the uniform, but the shirt better fit the guys since they had more upper body.
Lovina stood from her chair behind the till and walked to meet Matthias.
"I guess I have to be, don't have much of a fuckin' option you know." She glared at the ground and sighed a bit, her and Matthias then walked towards the 'Staff Only' room at the East side of the store.
Lovina walked inside and saw many large trolleys of products. Each of them had to empty all 3 of the carts each were assigned, then were allowed to leave the store, lock up, and go back home.
"Holy shit. Why the hell were we given THIS much..." Matthias muttered as he grabbed the back of the large trolleys and began to push it out the swinging door from chilly room.
Lovina did the same, pushing the large cart out after Matthias. Mumbling many curses in her native tongue as she exited.
It turns out that the two were restocking in the same isle as one another. So they engaged in some conversation.
"So, do you have any clue to where the fuck Lars is?" Lovina asked, grabbing five cans of canned Mushroom Soup and bringing placing them from expiry dates and names or brands.
"I honestly have no clue... Maybe gettin' high, I don't have a goddamn clue. But if he doesn't show up, he'll be fired in no time... Hey," Matthias looked to face Lovina. "Do ya' want any coffee? Or a bagel or something? If you do, imma go for a coffee run if that's cool with ya'." Matthias asked looking at Lovina with a happy look.
"Oh, well I guess I'll have a coffee and a mix berry muffin. I'll give you the change." Lovina said, placing down the last of her cans and groping around the pockets of her black skinny jeans.
"Naw, it'll be on me! I'll be back in ten!" Matthias said, placing down the chip bags back in the cart and running off down the aisle way towards the exit.
"G-Grazie!" Lovina called back. She heard Matthias laugh a bit. She grinned at herself as he left.
After a few more minutes of stacking a soup cans, she saw Lars parading down the aisle towards her.
He had spiked up, blonde hair and watercolor teal eyes. He had a tall, muscular build, thanks to his years of training in soccer.
"Hey." Lovina said annoyingly to him. 'Bastard! You're late!' Lovina thought.
"Heeey... W- Hah w-ehats up?" Was the slurred reply.
"Lars, are you high again? STUPID BASTARDO!" Lovina yelled and chucked a can at him, though he easily dodged it.
"No, I'm just fuckin' with ya'" He laughed a bit, then walked into the back room to gather his stock.
"Idiot."
All three soon finished their trolleys of food at around 2:30-ish, they were sitting on the 'Snacks and Pop' isle way floor in a small circle, each waiting for their food helping that they always got after they finished their nights work.
"Lars, I didn't know what you wanted, so I got you a caramel-vanilla latte with whipped cream and chocolate sprinkles and a bagel." Matthias said walking to Lars with his bag of food.
"You and your fancy ass coffee." Was Lars cocky reply.
Matthias mocked hurt and continued handing out the food. "And Lovina, I got you some special coffee instead of a double-double. And your mixed berry muffin." Matthias said, handing Lovina her bag with a huge grin on his face, and sitting down in the circle type thing.
"The fuck? What kind of special coffee?" Lovina asked opening the bag, searching around and grabbing the hot Styrofoam cup. Lovina had always liked the design. It was from her favorite café .It had a grey base on the cup, with thin orange and white stripes going down the cup, and the Logo was written in cursive lettering, underneath the logo, was the picture of a steaming muffin.
With caution, Lovina took a sip from the smoldering cup.
As the flavors entered her mouth, she was put into a hot liquid induced coma.
It was a mixture of caramel, vanilla, and banana, with a hint of chocolate and mint. At this point Lovina was sipping her coffee quite quickly. With a look of ecstasy on her slightly smiling face.
While Matthias grinned at her. He liked seeing Lovina smile; she looked like she was actually enjoying herself. She looked happy... Maybe even... Pretty...
BAM.
He liked her, just like that. Matthias had gained some new feelings for this grouchy Italian. But he knew her long enough to know she wasn't always like that. She had her moments, but once she noticed what she was doing, she would turn red, cross her arms and turn the other way then stomp off, cursing inimitable everything.
"Matthias! What the fuck is this, tell me!..." Lovina realized what she was saying and blushed a bit, she added to the end of her sentence, a "N-Not that I care or anything..."
Matthias grinned and moved back a bit. "It's a Caramel-Vanilla Mocha Latte with Banana Whipped Cream along with a Chocolate Drizzle and mint sprinkles... I didn't know you would've liked sweet things." He laughed again and patted her back.
"Well..." She started, going to sit back against the shelving unit. While Lars listened, munching on his warm, buttered bagel, with a satisfied look on his face.
"It's not that I like them..." Matthias and Lars sent her accusing faces. Lovina seethed in reply. "I get the occasional sweet-tooth, ok bastardo!"
Lars laughed and lay on his back, his bagel sitting on his tummy, and his coffee sitting beside his face. Matthias took a huge bite out of his strawberry strudel, his face lit up at the mingling flavors of the crumbly pastry wrapped around the strawberry jelly filling. He then sat back onto the isle shelving unit across from Lovina while Lars lay flat on his back in between.
"Hey, Lovina." Lars started, propping himself up on his elbows and facing her direction.
"What." She asked after swallowing the coffee that was remaining in her mouth, she liked to savor the taste.
"Are you going to that party on Heta Ave. tomorrow night?" He asked, speaking slowly and tiredly, it had been a long and busy night, plus, their limbs were sore due to the stretching to reach the higher shelves. Matthias and Lars had no problem with the high shelves, but Lovina did. After time and time again of attempting to reach the top shelf by stretching her limbs to such an extent that they felt as though they would become independent from her body, she would give up and place them behind different products on the shelves. And when Lars or Matthias found them, they would put them away. Lovina thought this was clever, but Matthias and Lars knew this for about the few months she worked there.
She yawned. "No, I wasn't asked to go."
"Well, we're inviting you, so you'll go right! There'll be beer!" Matthias cut in happily.
"Dunno." Was the reply
Lars snickered. "Me and Matthias will pick you up, around 9:00 then we could crash back at my place. Good deal?"
"I don't fuckin' know! Give me until tomorrow to think!" She hollered, her loud boisterous voice carrying its way across the store.
That just caused the laughter to build up between the two, Lovina scoffed. She stuffed the last bits of her freshly baked muffin into her mouth with 3 little chomps.
"Well, I think it's about time we take a leave. Anyone agree?" Matthias stated, returning the bits of garbage in his brown bag that the food came in, and collecting himself up off the floor, cracking his back in the process.
"Yep, it's..." Lars glanced at his watch, grinning. "Its 3:26." He ended with a small chortle of a laugh.
"Well, I'm leaving. Fuck that shit." Lars half-heartedly spoke as he stood to his feet, stumbling to gain his balance, gained a 'Smooth.' in the process.
Though being as stubborn as he was, he ignored it and began walking down the unlit isle towards the entrance and into the musky, eeriness of the foggy night outside.
After the automatic doors closed, Matthias and Lovina stood to their feet, both using the shelves to help hoist themselves upright.
"Well, I'm tired as shit, so I'm leaving." Lovina said, pacing her way down the aisle way.
"Well, wait up then!" Matthias called after her, jogging to keep up the speedy Italian, who was hightailing it out of there.
"No, I wanna get home." she yawned midway through her sentence. "You me and Lars don't have to work tomorrow, ya know."
"We all should hang out tomorrow! We can go to the mall and find some sweeet party outfit!" Matthias beamed, walking beside a cranky Lovina in the 'Bread and Bakery' isle.
"If I did go the party, when will we meet up?" She hissed as the two automatic doors opened and sent a chilled gust of wind into their half asleep faces. The air was like surprise pins and needles to their obviously cold unprepared faces.
"Well, id say around noon, we can buy out outfit, then change in the washrooms or somthin'. Then we'll hang out at the mall for the rest of the day, the we'll leave at about 8:30 and be there by 9:00." He insisted, draping an arm over a drooping shoulder of Lovina, who sent him a 'dont-touch-me-or-you'll-regret-it-the-next-day-if-you-live-that-long.' type of glare. He immediately backed off, retracting his arm from her shoulders and walked in the direction of his car. Lovina, doing the same.
"Well, I'll see ya tomorrow, remember 11:45, K?" He hollered over his shoulders. He watched as his breath made a small puff of fog in the crisp air.
"Ya." Was her reply as she unlocked her black and white, 1957Chevrolet Bel Air.
Matthias owned a pure white, 1966 Oldsmobile Toronado.
Both waved goodbyes and entered their cars, started their engines. The sound of the steady putter filled the dead-silent night air, which was nice, knowing that everything wasn't silent at the end of the day.
Lovina put her car into drive and began out of the parking lot, Matthias hot on her trail as his car was practically tailing her.
Sighing, Lovina turned the, surprisingly good quality radio, in her car on. She smiled upon hearing one of her favorite songs come smoothly out the speakers of her car; Those Distant Bells by Snow Patrol.
Pulling out of the parking lot, she began her journey home, silently singing along with the song. Mainly, she liked the song because it actually has MEANING, yes, meaning. Not those shitty songs that rap about drugs, sex, money or guns. No, this song had actual feelings, and emotion in the lyrics, not random drabbles of things almost no one could relate to. This song, yes, it was very relatable for many people, including herself. She liked finding songs that she could relate to, and actually understand.
Understand... That word made her think even more. There is one thing in particular that she couldn't particularly understand. Antonio.
Why the heck was his attention on her? Why did he just stare and give her unnecessary compliments? (Which she despised). He just... Stared. She gripped onto the cold steering wheel, feeling slightly uneasy about his actions, as well as pissed at them.
She gathered that he would be at that party the three of them were talking about.
Wait...
Waaaiiittt...
... Fuck.
Fuck the world and all its being.
Matthias and Lars were talking about the three stooges' party. Which lessened her likeliness of attending. If that French bastard was going to be there, she sure as hell wasn't. She was going to make him stay a good two-hundred yards away from her... Maybe even miles... Yea, that could work too.
She was mid thought on planning one of the many ways to keep that idiota french-fry away from her, as well as the Spaniard, when she suddenly realized she was pulling into her parking space at her apartment complex.
Sighing, she gathered her bag from the passenger side of her car, turned off the engine, got out into the mucky excuse for a night, and locked up her car, fiddling with the keys a bit to fit them into her jeans back pocket. She walked her way into the automatic doors of the complex, awkwardly, for the door closes too fast and gets her heels, every goddamn time.
Hissing at the slight pain, she walked towards the east; the elevator. She lived in a newly built apartment building, so not many people lived there, as well as all furniture and appliances were new never used, which was a plus knowing how the rooms were cheaply priced, quite big, and in great condition.
A small ding got her attention as the shiny, metallic doors of the beige interior elevator opened its doors for Lovina to take an enter.
She walked into the elevator and pressed the 14th floor. She lived in a 20 story building, with about 15- 20 rooms on each floor.
The elevator sped upwards, making little noise and was very smooth on its jorney to the 14th floor, cursing at the crappy elevator music that, honestly, NO ONE even liked.
Soon after, a ding sounded and the elevator arrived on her floor, she exited the open doors and walked left down the short hall, in search of room 282.
After a few paces forward, she came across her room and pulled her keys put of her back pocket, finding the correct key for the lock.
After a short second of fiddling, she found the key and unlocked the door.
She entered surprisingly clean apartment. Upon entering, you'd see the living room on the left side of the room. Complete with coffee colored L- shaped couch, and a black Leather armchair on the left of the couch. Both circling a glass and wood table, that had a bowl of tomatoes perched on it.
To the right was the kitchen, which has island and dark marble countertops. The cabinets above the lower cabinets were made of redwood and had lots of storage. On the right wall across from the counters, was a small wooden table, seating enough for two.
Straight ahead was the washroom. To the left; Lovina's room, and left was a guest room. Which Lovina used as a study. Mostly for her guitar, laptop and computer, and other activities that she favored.
She walked towards her room, opening the cedar wood door to her fortress; she flicked on the switch on the wall which powered a dimly lit light which hung off the ceiling.
It was a pretty big room; she had a double sized bed, black comforter and grey blankets spread on the memory foam mattress. On the left side on the room, were a window and a dark wooden dresser underneath. The right had a door to the washroom, which had two entry's and exits; Lovina's room, and the washroom door in the hallway. On the wall that the entry door was on, was a closet, nothing special. It had two dark sliding doors that revealed countless hangers, some with clothes, some without, and a small shelving unit underneath, for either extra clothes, or, storage.
She tossed her belongings onto the desk beside she dresser. Walking over to the dresser, she grabbed a clean pair of blue and white short shorts that had ITALIA written in bold letters on the butt, and an oversized 'Rock Band' t-shirt.
Quickly, she changed out of her work uniform, tossing the pieces of clothing onto her desk chair, turned off the lights and crawled into her bed, quickly falling into a hopefully nice slumber... At 4:27 in the morning.
Mio dio.
Thankfully, she had tomorrow off...
But... Hanging out with Lars and Matthias was also tomorrow,
And so was the party. Which, she was considering, going to, just for Lars and Matthias.
So she now conjured up a plan.
Sleep until 11:00 so she had a good 7 hours of sleep, then she'd get dressed for the mall, buy a nice party outfit, seeing as she was in need of one. Them, gather what's left of her dignity, and go to the dreaded party.
Haahh, chapter done! Well, I see that this chapter is muuuchhh longer than the rest. BUT, the next chapter will be quite a bit longer, seeing as the 3 will be at the mall, shopping for clothes, eating, and interesting shopping mall shenanigans!
Come on guise! Three Chapters and still no reviews? GIMME SOME LOVIN' GUISE!
From now on, I'll make Reviews my motivation, If I don't get many, I might discontinue the story since no one really reads this one :/
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So, until next time!
~Ciao~