AN: I'm really sorry about the late update, but this time it wasn't my fault! My dad was messing around with some things in the backyard and digging in a few places. Well, he accidently struck our landline causing the internet to completely stop working. I've decided that I'm going to try and get a chapter up every two weeks. (again, no promises)
Anyway, I writing this from the college and library since those are the only places I've got to write this. I also tried to make it a little longer as an apology.
P.S.: This unit comes to you as a suggestion from Lanna and Shinni. He fit perfectly into my plans, Thank you!
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I woke up the next morning in a fairly good mood, so I decided to make eggs and bacon. As I stood at the stove, I slowly started to remember the events of yesterday. 'I had to have been dreaming…' I thought. Then, to my utter disbelief, Lovino came running into the kitchen. He's gasping for air and it's very obvious that he took a wrong turn somewhere, again (I should really give him a map). "Is *huff* it *huff* is it Sunday *huff*?" He asks/demands.
'That's what got him out of bed early?' I sweat-drop. It's about 9:30 and from what I had gathered, Felicino and him rarely ever got out of bed before noon. "Yeeeesss." I respond warily (I'm not sure I like where this going). He looks over at the clock on the stove and his eyes got comically large. "Well why the Hell are we not at church?!" He yells, more so than asks.
Suddenly he's grabbed me by the arm, shuts off the burner, and is dragging me up the stairs. I attempt to ask what is going on with him, "W-wha-?" He stops me mid-sentence, "You're going to need to put on some better cloths if we're going to church, bastardo."
All at once my brain stops working. Church is definitely not where I want to be. As I'm attempting to reboot, Lovino got me into my room in record time. He's already shifting trough my wardrobe looking for a decent outfit when my mind finally catches up with my surroundings. I start trying to find a way out of this, "W-wait! W-why a-are we going to c-church? W-we don't h-have to…" It's too early for me to put up any real fight, so I just give him this pleading look… which he completely ignores. "Hell no! We are going to church whether you want to or not, bastardo." He finally pulls out an outfit that he believes is suitable and practically forces it into my hands. "Put that on and brush your hair." I try again, "Um, I-I don't think there's a good c-church in the area…" He then gives me a look that tells me he's not falling for it. 'Damn it. Well might as well use this to my advantage.'
"Alright, a-alright. I'll go, but afterward we need to l-look for a job for you. And before you try and say anything to the contrary, let me just say that I'm not going to church or taking you there unless you get a job." There's a very irritated look on his face, but he just mutters something in Italian and says (very forcefully might I add) "Fine. Just get moving, itiota! We don't have all day."
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We get to the church just as the preacher started the sermon, and somehow Lovino is even more irritated. "W-what's up with you?" I whisper/ask curiously. He gives a scowl, but responds anyway… in Spanish, "*Aquellas señoras mayores nos están dando miradas sucias para llegar aquí jodidamente tarde." His checks have a light blush on them. I can't help my curiosity. "*¿Cuándo aprendiste español?!" I whisper/shout. He's trying not to shout out of embracement when he says, "*Crecí alrededor del lanuage, está bien! Ahora podemos estar tranquilo y escuchar el sermón de mierda?" 'That makes sense, I guess.' I nod and simply say, "*Cierto." As I try to focus my attention back on the preacher, I suddenly have the perfect job idea for Lovi.
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As soon as the preacher ends his sermon, I grab Lovino and try to steer him out of the church as fast as possible, "Cryss! Is that you?"…I wasn't fast enough. I stop and slowly turn around. My aunt is standing there with a big smile. "It is you! I haven't seen you in a while. I didn't think I'd find you here! I happy that you're finally starting to come to church. I figured you'd never want to come by! Oh, and who's this? I don't believe I've seen you around before." Internally I'm cringing, (I know she's going to take this the wrong way somehow) but somehow I managed to plaster a smile on my face and answer with, "H-hi Aunt Jess. T-this is my… friend, Lovino."
Lovino steps forward to greet my aunt with a smile I didn't know he had, "*Ciao signorina. My name is Lovino Vargas. It is a pleasure to meet you." My aunt's face has a slight blush over it. When she starts to reply, she stumbles slightly over her words, "W-well, aren't you a gentleman. It seems Cryss has found a good… friend. A-are you going to college with him or…?" He gives an easy smile in return. "No. I'm staying with him. We were pen-pals when we were kids. I needed to get away from family for a while and he offered to let me stay with him. He's been a big help."
While he's talking with my Aunt, my mind is spinning. 'How the Hell does he lie so easily!?' I'm freaking out so much internally that it takes almost three jabs to the side to notice that Lovi is trying to get my attention. "Hmm?" (Don't I have an interesting response…) Lovino gives a sigh, "*Ayúdame un poco ¿verdad? We were just talking about how you offered to let me stay with you since we were pen-pals and you heard about my family situation." After Lovino began speaking Spanish Aunt Jess's eyes went wide. "Oh, are you Spanish? You sounded like you had a different accent." A small frown appears on Lovino's face. "No, I'm not Spanish. I just grew up around a Spanish speaker. I'm actually from the southern part of Italy." This is where I decide to jump into the conversation, "Y-yes, h-he's staying with me. I-I might be inviting some more p-people to stay. I-it's a rather big house after all, and I-it can get a little lonely." I try to add a small smile for add effect. 'Plus I'm pretty sure that I'm going to end up with more units and I really don't want to have this problem every time I get one.'
Aunt Jess give me a sympathetic look. She goes to talk again, but I caught her off, "We were actually h-heading out to go get Lovi a job s-so we need to get going." I begin dragging Lovino out the door, "Bye, Aunt Jess!" I don't wait for a reply as I drag lovino out of the church.
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After we get into the car, I find myself with a very angry Italian. "Where the Hell did you learn that fucking name?! And why the fuck did you call me that!?" Cue the confused character. "W-what?" That just seems to make him even angrier. "Don't 'w-what' me! You called me Lovi! Where on God's great creation did you learn that damn name?!" For a moment I'm even more confused, "When did I- Ohh. Woops." (If you have go back to find out where I said it aloud, don't worry… I'm the character/writer and I had to look back a few times) 'Well, this just got awkward.' "W-well, y-you see. I heard it on an a-anime that I watch, a-and I really liked it. I-I wasn't going to call you that since I f-figured you wouldn't like it, but i-it slipped out." He still seems a little upset but my answer appeared to have worked. "Fine, but don't call me that again. Bastardo."
Right as the conversation ended we pulled up to a tall building which immediately caught Lovi's attention. "Where the fuck are we?" I give a triumphant smile. "This is one the foreign embassies in the area. You speak Spanish, Italian and English fluently. This would be a great place for you to work. All you'd have to do is translate." Lovino looks from me to the building then back, "That doesn't seem too hard."
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Time skip brought to you by magical means
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The interview went wonderfully. Lovino managed to keep his cussing in check which surprised me, and since he spoke the languages so well he was offered the job on the spot. We were on our way home and decided to stop for some pasta. We were just a little ways from the house when I saw a familiar green truck just ahead of us. 'Please don't turn left. Please don't turn left. Please don't turn left…' It turned left.
I turned into the drive way and parked the car. I jumped out and walked over to Jake who is unloading another big crate. He notices me and says, "Oh hey! Great timing huh? Nice outfit by the way. Did you go to church?" I give a small nod. "Huh, I didn't peg you for the church type. Any way please sign here." He says while handing me a clipboard. I signed and he got the box inside. Lovino had already headed inside with the food.
Jake handed me an envelope and went on his merry way. I had just opened it and read the front when Lovino came into the room. "So, which bastard did we get?" I gulp.
Suddenly there's light knocking from the inside of the box. "*Pourriez-vous me laisser sortir s'il vous plaît?" I can't say anything. All my mind can do is replay what I had just read, "FRANCIS BONNEFOY: user guide and manual"
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translations:
Spanish:
*Aquellas señoras mayores nos están dando miradas sucias para llegar aquí jodidamente tarde. - Those old ladies are giving us dirty looks for getting here too f#cking late.
*¿Cuándo aprendiste español?! - When did you learn Spanish?!
*Crecí alrededor del lanuage, está bien! Ahora podemos estar tranquilo y escuchar el sermón de mierda? - I grew up around the lanuage, okay! Now can we be quite and listen to the f#cking sermon?
*Cierto. – Sure.
* Ciao signorina – Hello miss.
*Ayúdame un poco ¿verdad? – Help me out a little will you?
French:
*Pourriez-vous me laisser sortir s'il vous plaît? - Could you let me out please?
Yay! The Wine Bastard is here! I'm just kidding. I actually do like France, he's just not my favorite. Thank you again Lanna and Shinni. You helped me with a tuff decision.
Thank you for reading and I'll try to get a new chapter up soon.