A/N: Aye Dios mios! This chapter is really short cause it's a filler chapter.
Disclaimer: If I owned Hetalia there would be a lot of yaoi and a lot less history.
Chapter 8: Feelings and a Secret Passion
Lovino sat in the corner of his room, hugging his tomato-red pillow close to his chest. Antonio dropped him off at least an hour ago. So he had been in this position for about forty-five minutes. He wasn't acting like this because Antonio left him or what he did, no. Lovino was just bored and depressed two emotions that seemed to mix frequently in the teen's life.
He glared out the window. He could see the glistening water and a sailboat gliding across the water. I bet those people are having a better life than me, he sighed rolling his head so it hit the wall softly. This is my life, huh? It's a piece of shit if you ask me. I might as well just save the world the trouble of having someone like me and end it all. It's not like anyone…his mind trailed off to a certain Spaniard, his bright smile that seemed to make everyone happy, those lovely forest green eyes, that innocent yet sexy voice, and that cheery attitude that would one day be the death of him. Closing his eyes, Lovino plopped his head back down and sighed into his pillow, "Antonio." He liked how his name sounded coming from his lips. He had never said his name before, and it just rolled off his tongue smoothly.
His eyes shot open and his head snapped up. "No," he said urgently. "No I did not just do that!" He began to blush violently as he came to the reality that he just swooned over that damn bastard like a high school girl in love. He was not in love! More importantly he liked girls! He always liked girls. Well, he always found them cute and always flirted with them. He just was never found one he was actually sexually attracted to. But that was because all the girls he knew weren't his type. Then again, what was his type?
Lovino pondered the question. Well, I like darker hair, so brunettes. Oh with slightly curly hair. That's hot. With pretty eyes, greens a good color I guess. And with a Spanish accent, ooh that's sexy. Lovino didn't even realize that he just described that bastard and when he did…
"SHIT!" He yelled chucking his pillow away from him. "I'm gay…FOR ANTONIO!" At first Lovino tried to convince himself that it wasn't true, but when you're in love you can't just wish it away. Unfortunately.
Lovino just needed to vent all of these confusing and new emotions. Hopping off the bed he went to the stack of gigantic cardboard boxes that he had yet to unpack. Finding the one he marked with a squiggly line, Lovino tore the box open, rummaged through all the shit he had thrown in there and picked up a secret drawing pad that he kept secret from everyone else.
He knew he wasn't as good as Feliciano but he had gotten better over the years. Practice makes perf- well improvements. In fact, Lovino improved so much that he once decided to enter a contest under a false name, coming out as fifth out of hundred of pieces of work, but he still kept his secret passion concealed from the world.
Grabbing his IPod he put it on Yellow by Coldplay and began to flip through pages for a blank one. When he did, he began to draw. The out line of the head first, and then the nose…
A/N: Once again I appoligize for the short chapter. I'm sick so I can't get into character and add stuff. Anyway I love the song Yellow so I decided to put in in there. Thanks for all the reviews! My parents think I'm insane now. Bye bye.
