A/N: Warning: Some strong language.

But anyhow, I DO NOT OWN HETALIA!

Now continue and read. I'll post some important info at the bottom. ^^


Getting to Lovina: A Story of Hetalia Academy

Chapter 9: Bittersweet, Just Like Dark Chocolate

Lovina settled herself comfortably into her seat in Algebra II as Ms. Vanderbilt cleared her throat at the lectern. Antonio sat grinning in the seat next to the bored Italian, doodling tomatoes on his notebook as he began to tune out the class. Although math was by no means her best subject (after all, she had gotten in on an art scholarship), Lovina began to pay more interest in the Spaniard's doodles rather than the lecture about FOILing or whatever. The brunette glanced at the delicious fruits with her head rested on her right hand, contemplating on how she would get help on the topic of Algebra later, when the unexpected happened.

"Miss Vargas? Mr. Carriedo?"

Her head whipped around quickly. The stern, bespectacled behemoth of a woman at the head of the classroom glared at them. Antonio continued to smile in his most charming way. However he managed to do that was beyond Lovina's comprehension.

"Yes Ma'am?"

"Would either one of you like to graph this equation for me?"

Lovina's breath caught in her throat. Graph? But she hadn't been paying attention! How could she graph something she didn't even know how to? She looked at tomato bastard from the corner of her eye, but he didn't even seem slightly fazed.

"No es una problema, Sra. Vanderbilt! I can graph it!"

To both the hulking woman and Lovina's surprise, he cheerfully strode towards the board and quickly drew a parabola at the correct line. The whole class was as silent as a dead cat (sorry Heracles and Sakura) for an entire minute.

"You may be seated, Mr. Carriedo. I trust that Miss Vargas can ask you for the methods after class so that she does not fall behind on homework."

Lovina's face was crimson as her school tie as the entire class passed her a glance.

"Yes, Ms. Vanderbilt."

Antonio grinned broadly at her.

"Why don't we eat lunch together, mi quierda?"

"NO!"

"Miss Vargas, one more word out of you and it's detention!"


At another end of the classroom, Jose and Lars were also not paying attention to the lecture. Due to the fact that Madeleine was not in this class, Lars was finding himself to be blissfully bored. Jose took note of this. With all of the practiced stealth of a person who frequently breaks rules under the teachers' noses, he passed a note to Lars.

You seem to be bored.

Lars rolled his eyes, but passed it back.

Its wednesday for crying out loud. why are you passing me notes like a girl?

Do you want to get chewed out like Vargas sr by the massive heap of fat woman? Hell no for me.

Whatever

Don't avoid the question like a girl

Says the one acting like a girl

You're just jealous cuz I had fun time on v day with my GIRLFRIEND

Dude, stop acting like a girl I have a girlfriend so I can't be jealous

And that would be

Mads

Damn you move fast

Hey

Answer the note

I am not acting girly I am very manly

LARS

DAMN YOU

Lars only smirked in his typical nonchalant way as Jose glared at him. It seemed like everything in life had gotten better after he had started dating Madeleine. Speaking of his gorgeous Canadian girlfriend, it was time for lunch. He looked forward to seeing her at their usual spot.


After her dreadful morning, Madeleine was ready to be cuddled and comforted by Lars. Elizaveta had burst in late to their first class together, crying, and no one knew the reason why. Seeing the aggressive and fierce girl sobbing like a young child made Madeleine realize just how much she regretted her words against Elizaveta and Lovina. If she could go back in time and realize that Lars was the one for her all along, then she would never have had the massive fight with Lovina, and she would never have spat out those hurtful words at Elizaveta. What was done was done. She couldn't take back anything she had done or said.

"Hey Williams."

Madeleine turned around to see a platinum blonde with fierce violet eyes addressing her. The other girl gazed at her with annoyance, as if she wanted to be anywhere but here.

"What do you need, Bondevik?"

The girl made a face. "It's Hallsonar-Bondevik. Bondevik is Nora. Anyhow, I was blackmailed into giving this to you. Don't even think about asking me who it is or what's inside that envelope. Don't expect anything from me. Huh. I guess I'll see you later in whatever lame class we have together."

With a nod, Madeleine took the envelope from Mari Hallsonar-Bondevik and the prickly girl took her leave. The Canadian turned over the envelope t see that it was addressed from Emma.

"Maddie."

Lars had snuck up behind her once again, like he always did, while she was staring at the item in her hands. She had to smile at him. As he leaned over her shoulder to investigate the package, he pecked her on the cheek.

"What is that?"

"Don't know. Hallsonar-Bondevik said she was black-mailed into giving it to me."

"Open it."

Madeleine obliged without any snarky comments, as she herself was extremely curious to see the contents. Once she opened it though, she wished she hadn't. She wanted to read anything but a letter at the moment.

"It's from one of them, isn't it?"

Madeleine nodded absent-mindedly, reading the contents of the enclosed note. She thought it odd that Emma didn't just send her an email (after all, they had an official school email that was open to the mails of any other student in the first place), but decided not to make a big deal out of it.

"What does she say?"

Without a word, Madeleine handed the letter to Lars. It read:

Madeleine,

I assume that Eliz would have just sent this herself if she wasn't too hurt or upset at the moment. Lovi probably would have done the same if she wasn't so prideful. I hope I'm not being too presumptuous, but I'm guessing that you know the two of them as well as I.

For just a moment, I'm going to pretend that you're not dating my half-brother and just talk to you.

Look, Roderich broke up with Eliz this morning. It was nasty, heartless, and cruel. I'm not going to get into details in case someone happens to see this. But I thought you'd like to know.

I don't really care what you do with this information. If I were you, I'd be doing some patchwork right now.

Sincerely,

Emma

The two blondes looked at each other, and a wordless understanding passed.

"Let's go."


"Lina!"

Lovina was about to scream in frustration at whoever was keeping her from Elizaveta. Just as she was about to turn around and yell in irritated Italian, a firm, comforting hand was on her shoulder.

"Querida, what is wrong? Are we still eating lunch together?"

Antonio's concerned emerald eyes swept over Lovina's face as she blushed harder and harder by the minute. She had almost forgotten that the Spaniard had asked her to lunch.

"Look, tomato idiot, Elizaveta is not doing well and I need to get to her right now."

"Is Elizaveta ok? What happened?"

"She's ok. But I need to get to her, you bastardo."

"Oh! Can I come too?"

It took all of Lovina's self restraint to keep from slapping Antonio silly. She denied vehemently that she wanted to ki-

"Dannazione!"

Lovina was so careless in her haste to get away that she had nearly tripped over a random brick lying in the middle of the road. She had closed her eyes in anticipation instinctively, ready for a painful collision. When she opened her eyes, though, she noticed two muscular arms holding her in place. Then, she heard the babbling voice that now seemed to follow her everywhere.

"Mis dios! Are you ok, Lina?"

"I'm FINE. Now let me get to Elizaveta, ok, tomato bastard?"

"Sí, sí. But let me come with you. You're going to hurt yourself again. But you're so cute when you're clumsy!"

The bubbly look on the Spaniard's face had completely disappeared as Lovina glared at him. There seem to be a sort of indefinable element to it; it was one Lovina wished were not there. She had almost never seem him looking so serious in his life.

"Fine," she bit out forcefully, afraid that she would say much more.

Almost immediately, Antonio scooped her up into his arms and took off at a breakneck speed.

"Chi-chigi!"

"By the way, will you be my girlfriend?"

"NO, you bastardo! Put me down!"

"Yay! That's a sí, right, Lina?"

"YOU BASTARD PUT ME DOWN!"

As they zoomed by, the rest of the students just buried their head into their palms and laughed. It seemed like Anders Densen was in danger of meeting his match.


"You bitch!"

"Lovi-"

Lars and Antonio stared at each other with harsh expressions as their respective girlfriends (or sort-of-girlfriend), had begun to argue verbally. Tears streamed madly out of Madeleine's eyes as Lovina continued to shriek at her.

"You fucking bitch! You say all of that crap to me and Elizaveta and you expect to be forgiven right now? Elizaveta is hurt right now. I can't believe you have the fucking balls to show your face here!"

"Lovina, listen…"

"No, dammit, you listen! You wouldn't take my apology, my damn fucking apology and now you expect to show up and act like nothing has happened? You know damn well has happened here. YOU ARE NOT WELCOME HERE!"

"Lina," spoke Antonio softly. "She's not worth it. Elizaveta needs you."

"No."

Everyone turned towards the door to see Elizaveta's weary swollen eyes gazing at them sorrowfully. A frantic and concerned Emma and an enraged Mei were right behind her.

"I think it's time we finally sat down and talked," managed Elizaveta quietly.


A/N: Wow, that was pretty long for me! Anyhow, sorry for the lack of updates, and THANK YOU REVIEWERS! You guys brighten my day, motivate me to continue writing, and give me the feedback I need.

So, in case you didn't know, I have set up a poll on my profile for Mari's boyfriend. Go and vote! You can choose any two people you want. I'll keep the poll up until I reveal who fem!Iceland ends up with in It's Not Easy Being a Nordic. When I get around to writing it, of course. ^^ And if any of you lovely people are familiar with Norwegian, Swedish, Icelandic, or Finnish, let me know! I may need your help. I've already gotten my help for Danish. ^^

And also, yes, I did make Roddy break up with Eliz. Sorry! I'm a AusHun and PruHun fan. I'm seriously considering putting Gil and Liz together.

As always, don't hesitate to let me know if you have any suggestions.

And yes, I did put you guys on a cliffhanger. ^^ Love me. xD