Hey Guys! It's been...It's been a damn long time. What, A month? Yeah, Yeah. I know I've been slacking. Please allow me to bow and say Sorry. I'm sorry for leaving an ending that the last chapter had. ;-; ANYWAYS.

Since sad, sad Maple is a virgin, the lemon in a future chapter is going to be... something. And that is my reason for not uploading this. Sorry! Also, if her are any grammar/spelling mistakes, dont blame me. Blame the Pumpkin fairies getting ready for halloween. I'll be in Las Vegas and Cosplaying as Taiwan, Ahahahah~~~ Not that you care. So sorry for my long apology and here is your filler before the coming up Lemon. : D


Felicia smirked at the answer she did receive. Germany raised an eyebrow at her. "Sorella's amazing." She replied, gently putting the phone into her purse and wrapping her arm around Ludwig's elbow.

Lovina now sat slumped over, her flustered face reflected on the glass of the garden table. The sun beat down harshly, but was subdued by the tree's shade and the hidden misters above. Her skin slowly became damp. Despite the heat, she adored the weather. It was better to get away from the mafia filled aroma of her personal home. That's why she spent time in Rome with the home she shared with her sister. Lovina drank a little bit of the water, gripping to glass because she had a habit of dropping things like that. Spain came out of the house in his casual clothes. It wasn't an unusual sight. She sat up and looked into his lovely eyes. He sat down and smiled gratefully, like he would always do. After her interruption by Felicia, Lovina had been sulking a bit, pouting like she always did. Her hair started to get damp, clinging to the sides of her cheeks helplessly. Hazel eyes looked up and around. What time was it now? She checked her phone. One already? She tapped her 'Spanish' nails on her glass of water.

"So how has it been, Lovi?" Spain smiled, looking towards her. She turned to him. The misters wet his hair, making its usual waves and curls unfurl a little. She was amused by it.

"I've been fine. My sister's always an idiot and I'm always bored. The usual." She mumbled, looking back out to the fields. She knew that this conversation was going to somehow make her feel awkward about things. He'd be all intimate in his own oblivious way, and she'd somehow manage to make it worse. She blushed, tinting her hot face red.

"Oh. Well, I've been up to nothing, really. I've managed the water park here for a couple days. But that's about it. I also have something special planned for tomorrow!" He said joyfully.

This caught Lovina's attention. "Well. What do you have planned?" She urged.

"Nuh-uh! I can't tell you. It's a super secret. But I'm sure you'll love it." He said, smirking.

"W-what! I demand to know what it is, Bastard!" She said, flustered yet again.

"OH LOOK AT THE TIME." He interrupted, smiling at his watch. "It's a bit hot don't you think? Let's cool off!" He grinned at her, standing up and grabbing her wet wrist. "Besides." He smirked again. "I'm sure you can find out tomorrow."

Lovina's eyes widened. Her willing legs went against her thoughts and ran along with the Spaniard holding her wrist. He laughed, aiming towards the sprinklers in the field. "Wh-What the Hell, Idiot! We're gonna get all wet!"

"That's the Ideal plan!" He smiled. Lovina laughed, squealing when the cold water from the sprinklers touched her hot skin. Antonio's green eyes smiled back at hers. She didn't look angry right now. The sprinklers got him next. Lovina burst out laughing at his drenched figure. She bent over and gripped her stomach.

"You look so stupid, Spain!" She said. The sprinklers aimed towards her next. She giggled girlishly and closed her eyes, blocking the incoming water with her forearms and thin fingers. Antonio laughed next, seeing her laughing while desperately trying to shield herself from the water. His hair clung to his face annoyingly. He swiped it away, water flinging from his waves.

Lovina swatted away the water in a bad attempt to keep it away from her. Her side hurt from laughing. She finally gave up and let the water drench into her skin. Her manicured nails reached out to the laughing tan man next to her. She pulled him into the sprinkler's line of fire, using him as a meat shield. "H-Hey! Cheater!" Spain said, switching them around so that the sprinkler was hitting the Italian's back. The ends of her hair straightened in the water. She squeaked at the chill, switching them again.

Another sprinkler to the left turned on. She dug her nails into his shoulder and flipped him around again. This time, the first sprinkler was hitting her shoulder. Long arms wrapped around her waist. "I caught you LOOOOVII~" Antonio sang. Said person snaked out of his grip and staggered a few steps back, red in the face.

"B-Bastard!" She said, trying to suppress a smile. This earned a chuckle from Spain.

"I'm gonna catch you, My Lovi!" He sang again, chasing after the smiling Italian. He saw her kick off her soaking and squishy flats, running barefoot in the field.

"As If, Idiot!" She said, running in the direction opposite of the Spaniard.

"As If, Idiot!" She screamed, backing away from the man. She didn't know who this was anymore. There was no twinkle in its emerald. There were no upturned curves of his lips. Just a monotone gaze that was going to mock her every time she looked him in the face. Her fingers curled around the edges of her dress. It was the darn Americas. If he hadn't gone to conquer the Americas… He'd still be the same Antonio she remembered since back then. And his question. It was hard to answer his question. Her eyes widened as he simply frowned and left the house. The hard echo of the slammed door radiated in her ears like a gunshot. Her small frame shook gently. She had answered truthfully. Her bottom lip quivered annoyingly. She rubbed her eyes and slugged her way out the back door, sniffling. The question repeated itself over and over in her mind.

"You'll wait for me, won't you?"

"Wait for me, Lovina!" Spain called, finally catching up to the purposefully slowing down girl. But he didn't notice her speed change and jump-tackled her to the damp grass, landing on top of her. He blinked twice and the still woman below him widened her eyes.

Color slowly started to flood into Lovina's face. Both of his hands were near her wet shoulders. His serious face suddenly turned silly. "You look just like a tomato, Lovi!"

This time, her face flushed crimson and she pushed him off of her. "Watch it, bastard!" She whispered harshly at him. The sprinklers shut off one by one. She lay on her back next to him. "…You're lucky I waited." She said sentimentally.

"Hm? Well, don't you think it's a bit cold…"

Lovina sat in the field, laying her back against the grass. It usually would feel nice and warm to her. But now, It felt cold. "I…I'm tired of waiting." She mumbled to no one in particular. The muffled clouds of the sunset mocked her eyes. Her tired, dull, puffy eyes. Orders were heard from the other end of the street. It was harsh and icy. Tinted with shadows along the edges. The brunette sighed and gazed unknowingly. She bit the inside of her cheek nervously. "I don't care if it's cold anymore…" She said, getting up and running alongside the house, down the street.

"I don't care if it's cold…" Lovina murmured. "Wait. Actually, now I do." She said, tugging on his clingy shirt. "I'm hungry too." She slowly sat up, squeezing the water out of her hair. The ribbon from her headband stuck to her neck. Spain muttered 'Okay' before sitting up and helping to search for the flats the Italian kicked off before.

Lovina twisted the ends of her hair one last time, looking at herself in the mirror. She grabbed a comb and hacked her way through the tangled curls. She had changed into a random white shirt and some shorts she wore to garden. "Damn….Knots…" She growled at her reflection. The brush wrenched and pulled on her scalp, making her hiss in pain. "Get…the….fuck…out!" She said, upset. If it hadn't been for stupid Antonio and his stupid smile bringing her into the stupid sprinklers, she wouldn't be in this stupid mess. She shuffled uncomfortably in the room. The knot let go, letting her head be without pain for just a little bit. Her lips curled into a pout. "Quit PMS-ing and untangle!" She said to the knots that would never hear her. Her figure was mimicking her in the mirror. She shook her head and grabbed a black hair band, tying her curly brown hair into a wave of a ponytail. She turned her head left and right. Where had she seen this person before? Surely though, the person in the reflection had to be her. But it looked so much like Felicia. She lessened her pout. She looked like a… a spoiled Felicia.

"Tch." She sounded, sitting on the bed behind her. The mirror on the dresser pointed aimlessly at nothing. She sadly looked up, sprawling herself on the familiar sheets of the room. A strange scent of cinnamon lingered from her younger years that she had spent here. The light green and white walls were repainted to look new. The wood on the carved bed had been repainted as well. The only things that hadn't changed were the engravings on the floorboard that she did when she first moved in, and the memoirs that were hung neatly on the walls and shelves. The window still had the same view of the same field. Something she had admired mostly. The wet haired Italian bit her lip and sat criss crossed on the bed. Her eyes were distant and unfocused on what was going on. Not even to the voice that called her annoyingly.

"Lovina! I'm back!"

"Lovina….I'm back…" The familiar voice echoed through the hallways. The hazel eyed girl felt a tear slide down her cheek. Her new and mature body trembled in the white dress that flowed around her. And she was just about finished putting her clothes together in a bag. She looked down warily. 'I'm just hearing things…' she assured herself. "Lovina, I'm back!" The voice called again.

Tears began to blur her vision. She had waited for him all this time. And when she was about to give up, he finally came back. But she didn't believe it. "You…you can't be back." She said sadly.

"I wasn't even over you leaving me."

"I wasn't even aware you left me." Lovina said to the figure in the frame of her door. He smiled and moved in, sitting next to her on the bed.

"But I got the food! Therefore, I should be easy to remember."

"Easy to remember because you're so persistent…" Lovina mumbled, turning to him. "So what are we going to eat?"

Spain's eyes lit up. "Well, to celebrate this lovely summer, we are going to have some yummy watermelon!"

She raised an eyebrow at him. "Watermelon?" Lovina scoffed. "That's hardly even a dish."

"Because." Antonio explained. "I need you to save room for our delicious dinner!"

Lovina huffed and muttered 'whatever' before following him downstairs to the kitchen. Sliced watermelons were waiting for them on the table. She looked at them happily before quickly adding "Got any salt?"


Yeah. Crappy ending and all. But I SWEAR. I can write better. ;-; Please review and I will be happy~ Thanks!