Sighhh another week gone by T.T I'm gonna have to push the update process to once a week now (even though it's kinda been like that for while now...) since school is gonna start back up again soon and I have sooo much summer work to start *ahem* I mean, finish... *coughcough I've only read one book coughcough* Thank you for reading and putting up with my laziness/ poor time management skills! Enjoy and Review!~
Disclaimer: Day 49?- Great news! We succeeded in part of our mission! We managed to capture Sealand! Yes, that's right! We now own Sealand*! This recent victory has boosted the troops morale tremendously, even if he is only a micro-nation. It's proof that we can succeed! The fight continues on until the day when we can stop saying that we do not own Hetalia or its characters!
"Fuckfuckfuckfuck," Lovino muttered on the ground, trying not to draw any more attention to himself. He felt a hand on his shoulder.
"Oh, Dios mío, Lovino, ¿estás bien? ¡Yo estaba tratando de advertir sobre las
escaleras, pero que acaba de caer tan rápido! ¡Lo siento que no podría ayudarle! ¿Quieres ir al hospital o algo así? Oh, ¡mi pobre Lovi! (1)" Antonio spoke hurriedly, his words fumbling over one another. Lovino hissed as the Spaniard pulled him up into a sitting position. He smoothed down his hair, his hand coming away sticky.
"Three things, shit face. Number one," Lovino jabbed a finger in Antonio's chest. "Speak English, idiot. I don't understand a fucking word of what you're saying."
"Oh, perdóneme, I forget that I'm speaking Spanish sometimes and-" Antonio began to apologize, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly before Lovino snapped his fingers and cut him off.
"Hey, I'm still speaking, so shut the fuck up. Number two; do not, under any circumstances, touch me again," Lovino growled out, pushing himself away from the Spaniard and shakily getting to his feet. He looked around the hallway. Arthur had already entered the theater, and Antonio's idiotic friends had turned around to order their own food at the concession stand. Only a few other random moviegoers had seen him fall, including a couple theater employees, who were now scrambling to find some brooms and rags to clean up the mess before it dried up into the carpet.
"But, Lovi, I was only trying to-" Antonio started before being cut off by Lovino snapping his fingers again.
"Oi, I distinctly remember saying that I had three things to say, and last time I checked, I had only said two," Lovino held up two fingers, noticing Antonio's clothes for the first time. The Spanish teen was wearing a white button up dress shirt with dark blue jeans, the entire front of his ensemble soaked in Sprite and dotted with pieces of popcorn.
Shit, if he looks like that then I must be a fucking mess. Goddammit, why the Hell did I not pay attention to where I was going?!
Lovino brought his eyes up to meet Antonio's. The Spaniard's bright green eyes shone from the dim overhead lights with concern, causing Lovino's cheeks to begin to burn red.
Oh, that's right.
The Italian shifted on his feet, already feeling uncomfortable with his clothing situation. His shirt was clinging to his skin, the cold air in the building making him shiver slightly. Lovino cleared his throat, grateful for the shoddy lighting in the hallway to hide his ever reddening face. "Number three; you will never, and I mean never, call me Lovi again."
"But, Lovi-!"
"Ah, ah, ah! What the fuck did I just say?"
Lovino ignored the slight pain in his chest when Antonio's smile fell. "Alright, I'm sorry, Lovino," The Spaniard looked down at the ground before raising his head and flashing a quick smile. Lovino could immediately tell that it was fake.
Shit... Why the fuck do I care if I hurt his feelings or not? Dammit, I have to get out of here before I say something I'll regret.
The Italian pushed down the thought that maybe he had already said something he regretted and spoke again. "Yeah, well, I'm going to watch my fucking movie, and I suggest you do the same."
"Alright- Oh! But your clothes!" Antonio exclaimed, looking down at himself afterwards and chuckling. "My clothes too, I suppose."
"What, you don't think I can handle walking around perfectly fine like this?" The Italian suppressed another shiver and crossed his arms over his chest in annoyance and in an attempt to warm himself a bit more.
"No, I'm sure you'll be fine," Antonio smiled before continuing, "but I was just wondering if you'd want a new shirt at least. It may get uncomfortable when your clothes start to dry."
"Hmph, well if you insist, I guess," Lovino tried to seem indifferent, but he was mentally picturing himself in warmth once more in his head. Antonio nodded his head.
"Okay then. If you want, you can go wait in the bathroom. I'm gonna go run out to my car and get some clean shirts. I keep them in there in case I ever need a quick change after soccer practice," Antonio turned and walked away. Lovino lingered in the hallway for a moment.
Fuck, I acted like a complete and total dick and he responds by helping me? Why?
Sighing, the Italian teen shook his head and ducked into the bathroom further down the hall, avoiding the now approaching theater employees. His eyes widened when he entered the restroom. It was one long and wide corridor that seemed to stretch for a mile. Bathroom stalls lined the walls to his left, while urinals and sinks were to his right.
"How many fucking toilets do you need for one goddam movie theater?" He mumbled to himself before walking over to one of the sinks and looking into the mirror. "Shit, I look like Hell!"
Lovino's shirt was plastered to himself, his hair similarly drenched. Thankful at least for his pants not being too wet, the brown eyed teen filled his hands with water, splashing the slightly warm liquid on his face. Reaching blindly for a paper towel, Lovino dried his face off and looked back at himself in the mirror. His nose wrinkled up as he scrutinized his reflected image.
I look like a fucking mess... Shit. Why does this crap keep happening to me? I swear to God, this whole town is just a fucking curse or something...
Lovino grabbed another paper towel and dried off his hair as best he could, glaring at that small curl that refused to stay down. He had grown used to it over the years, but he still hated the stupid thing. He sighed again and went to throw away the paper, hesitating when he heard a slightly familiar voice.
"I'll be right back; I just have to use the bathroom, alright?" The voice paused for a response that Lovino couldn't hear. "No, сестра (2), you cannot come with me, this is the men's restroom. Just... Just stay out here."
Lovino's eyes widened. He recognized that voice now. Quickly ducking into the nearest stall, Lovino silently prayed that the Russian teen now entering the bathroom didn't hear him. He tried to stifle his breath as much as he could, ears straining to hear Ivan talking to himself.
"По крайней мере, у меня есть несколько минут, чтобы себя ... Почему это, что Наталья не понимает, что мне нужна пространство? Ах хорошо, по крайней мере я (3)- Eh?" Ivan had been standing in front of the mirror this whole time, looking at his reflection, but now he had tilted his head to the left as if hearing something. Lovino's eyes widened even further as he took a quiet step back from the crack in the door where he had been watching the Russian.
"It sounds as if there is someone in here with me... I am right, да?" A smile began to spread across Ivan's lips as he turned around to face the long hall of stalls. Lovino held his breath now as he waited for someone else to speak up.
Wait a minute... Was there anyone else here when I came in?
...
FUCK! AM I ALONE IN HERE WITH THIS PSYCHOPATH?!
"Ah, you do not want to speak up? No matter; Ivan will find you," At this point, Lovino heard the shuffle of the Russian teen's heavy jacket, along with something sliding out of one of its pockets. "Mr. Pipe is very good at finding those who shall become one with me, right, Mr. Pipe?"
Lovino muffled a scream when he heard something smash into one of the mirrors, broken glass scattering on the floor. He quickly scrambled up onto the toilet, standing on the rim so his feet wouldn't be seen underneath the door.
"Now, where could you be, comrade?" Footsteps walked calmly over to a stall not too far from Lovino. "What about here?"
The unlocked stall door slammed back from the force of the metal pipe, smashing into the wall and leaving a sizable dent.
"No? Not here? Too bad. Perhaps in this one?" The stall to the right of that one received the same treatment, and Lovino could feel his heart beating even faster.
Shitshitshit he's getting closer! The fuck do I do?! I don't want to die in a movie theater bathroom!
Three more stalls later and Lovino's stall was up next. His heart was beating wildly as he closed his eyes and accepted his fate.
Whelp, this is how I die. My only regret? Not punching Arthur for inviting me here in the first place.
"Oh, hi, Ivan!" A voice called out. Lovino's head snapped up.
Oh shit.
"What's that in your hands? Oh, that's your pipe, isn't it? I thought the school took that away last year?" Antonio continued, stepping further into the bathroom.
"They gave him back after I gave a very... persuasive argument," Ivan spoke, that strange smile still on his lips.
"Ah, well good for you!" The Spaniard seemed to be oblivious towards the broken mirror and doors, still walking towards the Russian standing in front of Lovino's stall. "Have you seen Lovino anywhere? I thought he might be in here."
"Lovino? Is that who is in this stall-" Ivan stopped short, his eyes widening at something behind Antonio. "Natalia! What did I tell you?! You cannot be in here!"
"You have been in here for far too long, brother," Natalia narrowed her eyes, arms folded over her chest. Another teen burst into the bathroom behind the small girl.
"Natalia! Why did you suddenly run into here? I don't think you should really be in here..." Toris spoke nervously, fumbling with his words.
"Why don't we all leave the bathroom, да?" Ivan suggested, walking past a confused Antonio towards his sister and her date. He paused in the doorway.
"Oh, and Lovino? Although I did not know it was you in there until now, I did know that you were in that stall the whole time. I just felt like having a little fun before I found you~" And with that, the Russian was gone, along with his suspicious sister and slightly frightened Lithuanian. Antonio stood in the middle of the corridor, confusion etched into his face. He looked at the stall, bending over a bit to see underneath.
"Uh, Lovino? Are you in there?"
Of course this bastard would be the one to come in here.
The Italian stepped down carefully from his perch, unlocking the door and brushing past Antonio on his way out.
"Yeah, what's it to you?" He willed his voice to stay calm, his nerves still on edge from his near encounter with Ivan and 'Mr. Pipe'.
"Were you standing on the- Oh, I get it! You were hiding from Ivan!" A smile broke out on Antonio's face. "You didn't have to be scared, Lovino! I would have come to protect you!"
"I don't need protecting, bastard! Now, do you have a shirt for me or what?" Lovino spat, even though he had already seen the pieces of fabric in the Spaniard's arms. The chocolate brown haired teen held out the clothes to the irritated Italian.
"Here, you can have either one. They may be a bit large on you though."
"Yeah, whatever," Lovino took the shirt on top, not caring what it looked like. He opened his mouth to speak but the words choked in his throat.
Antonio had already taken off his shirt and was reaching for some paper towels to dry his skin off. His perfectly tanned, muscular, slightly glistening skin...
Lovino shook his head as if to clear himself of his own thoughts. He opened his mouth again, his words not failing him this time.
"What the fuck are you doing, idiota?! Put your damn shirt back on!"
"But I'm changing. Aren't you going to do the same thing?"
"Yes, in a fucking stall, like a normal ass person!" He huffed and grabbed a handful of paper towels.
"We're the only two in here though; I don't see a problem with-"
"No, of course you wouldn't have a problem with stripping in front of someone," Lovino muttered, remembering the night before. Sighing and shaking his head, he turned to re-enter the stall he was in earlier. "I'll be in here, changing like a sane person."
"Alright, Lovino!" Antonio called out cheerfully, and Lovino ducked into the stall before he got caught staring at the Spaniard's body.
Once inside, he threw the shirt over the adjoining stall wall and peeled off his own wet shirt. Lovino used the paper towels to dry himself as best as he could before slipping Antonio's shirt over his head. The familiar smell of the Spaniard filled his nose, and he ignored the calming effect it had on him. He looked down at himself in the large, dark brown T-shirt.
Shit, this shirt is pretty big... Ugh, this is what you get for being a total fucking spaz, Lovino.
He stepped out of the stall, carrying his wet shirt in one hand. Silently hoping that Antonio had put his shirt on by now, Lovino pretended that he didn't notice the voice in the back of his head hoping for the exact opposite. To his relief and disappointment, the Spaniard was completely clothed. He turned around and smiled at Lovino again.
"That's better. Now, let's not get half naked in public bathrooms again, eh?" Lovino questioned, eyebrows raised the Spaniard.
"Haha, sure thing, Lovino," Antonio laughed, beginning to follow the Italian teen out of the bathroom before stopping. "Hey, do you want me to hold your shirt for now? I can probably fit mine and yours in my back pockets," the green eyed teen offered. Lovino hated the blush that threatened to spread across his face. He quickly threw the wet shirt at Antonio.
"Sure, but only because I don't feel like carrying it around myself," he grumbled, continuing his walk towards his theater room close by. He could hear footsteps following him. Lovino spun around and nearly fell over when Antonio knocked into him. "Why the fuck are you following me, bastard?!"
"Well I never really wanted to go see that other movie in the first place, too many fights," Lovino noticed a light in Antonio's eyes, almost as if he was remembering a bad memory. "Besides, I'd rather go see a movie with my little- With you, Lovino. If that's alright..."
Damn him and his adorable- I mean disgusting- face and how he gets all shy and cute- ugly- when he's embarrassed...
"Whatever, just hurry up. I'm already late to the movie."
Antonio smiled and quickly followed Lovino into the darkened room. They quickly spotted their group and walked over, Antonio apologizing to those they walked in front of while Lovino simply cursed them out when they complained. Finally arriving at their seats, Lovino was dismayed to realize that there were only two left, and of course they just had to be right next to each other. Lovino sighed and took his seat to Arthur's left, hearing Antonio sit down next to him. The Brit looked over at his friend and even though the room was barely lit, Lovino could easily make out his annoyance.
"Where the bloody Hell have you been? I've been sitting here listening to Alfred and Ivan making death threats at each other since that Russian creep got here!" He whispered while gesturing to the American sitting to his right that was talking to the teen with the large scarf next to him.
"Well if you hadn't been in such a damn rush to get away from that French pervert, then you might have noticed me falling down a flight of fucking stairs," Lovino talked back, just as annoyed. Arthur's eyebrows shot up and nearly leapt off his face.
Ah!... Oh, wait; he was only being surprised... Shit, Arthur, don't move your eyebrows that fast! I thought they were trying to jump off your face and attack me! I think I'd rather die in a bathroom than be eaten alive by those furry caterpillars...
"Lovino? Did you hear me?"
Aaaaand we're right back to where we started. How many times do I have to remind you to stop talking to yourself, Lovino?!
"Yeah, what the Hell is it?"
"For Pete's sake, man, you just said that you fell down a flight of stairs! Are you okay?!" Arthur yell whispered.
"Ah, well it was more like three steps, but that's beside the point," Lovino scoffed and crossed his arms over his chest. Arthur looked at him questioningly.
"Why are you wearing a different shirt? Where did you get it from? Why is it so big?"
"Fuck, what is up with all these freaking questions? I spilled soda on my shirt when I fell and changed, alright?" Lovino spat back, glad his glowing blush was mostly hidden in the light.
"Ah, and Antonio leant you one of his shirts, didn't he? I suppose that explains why he's sitting next to you grinning and waving like a mad fool," Arthur shrugged, turning back to the movie screen.
"What do you- Goddammit, Antonio, stop waving!" Lovino hissed grabbing the Spaniard's arm and pushing it back down by his side. "What the Hell are you doing?!"
"Well I wanted to say hi to Arthur but you two were talking so I just thought I could-"
Lovino held a hand up. "I'm not interested anymore. Just don't make me look like an idiot sitting next to you."
Antonio smiled. "How would I make you look like an idiot?"
"By doing whatever this was," Lovino demonstrated by flailing his own arms in the air. He frowned when Antonio began to laugh, the Spanish teen trying to stay as quiet as he could. "Why the fuck are you laughing at me?"
"You look so cute waving your arms like that," Antonio finally had control over his laughter, and he fell back to simply smiling widely at Lovino. The Italian was even more grateful for the dark room. Facing forwards and pretending his face wasn't bright red, Lovino kept his eyes trained on the screen.
"Just shut up and watch the damn movie," Lovino murmured.
"Well that was a bloody waste of time," Arthur commented, uncrossing his legs as the lights in the theater began to brighten.
"I agree. Who the Hell picked this train wreck?" Lovino stood up and stretched. His stomach didn't hurt as much as he thought it would from the fall.
"I don't know but- Oh, ruddy Hell, Alfred, the movie's over, stop sucking face with Ivan and get off your fat arse," Arthur cursed, hitting the American's arm to catch this attention. The Brit turned back to Lovino. "Shall we?" He gestured towards the exit with his arm.
The seven teens filed out of the aisle. Lovino was shoving Antonio forwards, Arthur telling him to be nicer to the Spaniard. Alfred refrained from hitting Ivan, knowing that the teen's small sister was standing behind him and would likely stab him for his efforts. Behind Natalia was Toris, trembling slightly as he worried whether or not his date with the girl had gone well.
Arriving in the theater's lobby, they spotted Francis and Gilbert.
"Oi, Antonio! Where did ya go? Weren't you wearing a different shirt before?" Gilbert asked, tilting his body forward, hands in his pockets as he questioned his friend.
"Lovino made a mess, so we went into the bathroom to clean up and I got us new shirts. Then Lovino made me promise that we wouldn't get half naked in a public bathroom again before I went and saw his movie with him," Antonio explained, smiling. His friends chuckled, throwing all too knowing looks Lovino's way and causing the embarrassed Italian teen to huff and cross his arms.
"Shut up, idiot, you always say the wrong thing. Hey, you two dipshits, stop laughing! Besides, isn't your stupid fucking movie still going on?"
"Oui, it is, but we got bored so we decided to ditch it and go flirt with all the beautiful girls that were hanging around," Francis winked at a blonde teen that passed him by. The girl smiled and giggled, continuing her walk. The French teen turned back to the group. "You really missed some fun, Antonio."
"Ah, next time," the Spaniard shrugged, laughing along with his friends. Lovino completely disregarded the churning of his stomach when he thought of Antonio with anyone else. He quickly turned to Arthur.
"Where are we going for dinner? I'm fucking starving."
Alfred's ears seemed to perk up at these words.
"Yeah, Artie! I agree with Lovino here! I'm staaaarving! Where are we going to eat? I know there's a good burger joint around the block that-"
"We are not eating that blasted grease food of yours!" Arthur snapped, sighing.
"There's a really delicious pizza place about two miles that way," Antonio suggested, gesturing with his hand. "We could go there."
"Pizza sounds good to me," Arthur stated. Lovino just shrugged his shoulders.
"Well what are we waiting for?! Let's gooooo already! I'm dying from starvation!" Alfred moaned, clutching Arthur's arm as if it was the only thing holding him up. The American tensed up when a gloved hand landed on his arm.
"I guess I shall see you later than, comrade," Ivan spoke calmly, a strange glint in his eyes. The same light traveled to Alfred's eyes as he glared at the Russian.
"I thought I told you to stop calling me that," he hissed through clenched teeth.
"Come on, brother, let's go," Natalia tugged on Ivan's elbow through his coat. The large teen immediately tensed up. Thinking quickly, a thought crossed his mind.
"Actually, Natalia, I think you should go to dinner with Toris here. You are on a date after all. I trust that Toris will take good care of you, besides, it would be fun, да?" Without waiting for a response, Ivan was halfway across the lobby, speed walking to his car. "прощание (4), Alfred!"
"Stupid fucking Commie..." Alfred muttered to himself, ignoring the death stares he was getting from Natalia.
"Ah, Ivan, wait! I don't have a ride to-" Toris started before being interrupted by a certain Polish teen seemingly appearing out of nowhere and hitting the Lithuanian's arm.
"Of course you two have a ride! Just hop onto the back of my scooter and we'll go!" Feliks stated as if it were the only obvious solution.
"Feliks, we both barely fit on that thing..." Toris skeptically spoke.
"We can make it work, Tori!" He began to lead the nervous teen and the furious girl towards the front doors. "It's as I always say, if there's a pair of adorbs shoes that are two sizes too small..."
Lovino tuned out the rest of the teen's words as he faced the group again.
"So, pizza then? Alright, let's- Wait a bloody fucking minute!" Arthur near shouted. Lovino was a bit shocked at his friend's sudden outburst. "Who the Hell said that you three were going to be joining us at dinner?" Lovino's eyes widened when he realized the same.
"Well, it was Antonio's idea to get pizza, so you really have no choice," Gilbert explained as if it was obvious. "Now, come on, I'm getting really hungry too."
"But-"
"Artieeee, don't argue with the man! I'm starving! Let's just go already!" Alfred whined, pulling on the arm of the Brit's shirt. Arthur sighed and shook his head.
"Yeah, well, you're going to have to wait. Along with the fact that I do not want to dine with that frog, I just remembered that we took a cab here. I am not paying for a ride to the restaurant plus the fare for the ride home, so too bad. We have some leftover food in the refrigerator that you stuffed in there after lunch."
"No! That's my snack for when I get hungry later tonight!" Alfred protested.
"There's enough in the fridge to feed a bloody army!"
"Exactly! I couldn't grab anywhere near the amount I wanted to! There's such little food in there!"
"I can give you guys a ride there. It's no problem," Antonio offered, that charming- annoying- smile still on his face.
"Look, problem solved, Artie! Let's go!" Alfred shouted, practically dragging Arthur and Lovino out of the theater as Francis, Gilbert, and Antonio followed behind them. Directing the American towards his car, Antonio reached into his pockets for his keys.
"Wait, all three of you drove together?" Lovino questioned, finally wrenching his arm free of the American as they came to a stop in front of the car.
"Sí," Antonio shook his head as he unlocked the driver's door. Lovino and Arthur shook their heads as no one else seemed to notice the problem.
"There are only five seats, dipshits. There are six of us," Lovino explained, annoyed already.
"That's fine. Arthur here can just sit on my lap, I'm sure he won't mind since-" Francis began.
"Say one more word and I will break your nose so damn fast you'll be seeing stars, you bloody frog," Arthur threatened, eyes narrowing.
"Well I'm too awesome to sit on anyone," Gilbert puffed out his chest. Alfred agreed with the albino, the two beginning to talk about how awesome they were.
"Well what if Lovino sat in my lap?" Francis winked, stepping closer to the Italian.
"Like Hell I will!"
"Well what if I let Francis drive and you sat in my lap, Lovino?" Antonio asked innocently, his eyes catching Lovino's. The smaller teen's heart skipped a beat.
Oh shit, do not look happy about this option, Lovino! Stay strong! You do NOT want to sit in that fucker's lap! No way! You have a lot more self-respect than that! Why the Hell would you want to sit in his lap, right on top of his-
...
I do not like where these thoughts are leading me.
Lovino took a deep breath and tried to will away the mental images currently floating around in his mind.
I think it would be best if I- Why the Hell is everyone looking at me? Do I have something on my face or- GODFUCKINGDAMMIT, LOVINO! STOP TALKING TO YOURSELF!
He watched Antonio take a step closer to him.
"Do you want to sit on my lap, Lovino?"
Why the Hell does he have to ask it like that? Fuck!
Translation(1): Oh, Dios mío, Lovino, ¿estás bien? ¡Yo estaba tratando de advertir sobre las
escaleras, pero que acaba de caer tan rápido! ¡Lo siento que no podría ayudarle! ¿Quieres ir al hospital o algo así? Oh, ¡mi pobre Lovi!
Oh, my God, Lovino, are you okay? I was trying to warn you about the stairs, but you just fell so fast! I'm sorry I could not help you! Do you want to go to the hospital or something? Oh, my poor Lovi!
Translation(2): сестра
sister
Translation(3): По крайней мере, у меня есть несколько минут, чтобы себя ... Почему это,
что Наталья не понимает, что мне нужна пространство? Ах хорошо, по крайней мере я-
At least I have a few minutes to myself ... Why is it that Natalia does not
understand that I need space? Oh well, at least I-
Translation(4): прощание
farewell
Sorry for all the (probably incorrect) translations! Bleck . Sigh, ah wellz! Muchas gracias for reading, it means a ton! Review if ya can, and don't forget, if you want vanilla ice cream, never eat it out of a Spongebob Squarepants mug.
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Sorry for that... It's late... I'm tired... Whelp, ignoring my oddness, have a nice day! Ciao~!
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