Author's Note: Sorry, it's long...
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Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia, I don't own the quote with 'Rainbow' in it, but I do own the OC's like Adriano Alessa, Clara, etc.
Warning: Language, and inconsistencies of the average Italian and Spanish life. *bows* Forgive me!
Lovina didn't like this. At all; she let out a little cough.
...She wished she was with Antonio at his house. She turned her head to see that Adriano found this amusing, his mouth curved slightly upwards. He's sitting on a stool near the closet, not allowed to help because Mrs. Luciana was still mad at him, so he just watched, occasionally yawning.
Alessa and Clara are now back with them unannounced, and Lovina inwardly cursed the power of a female's intuition.
She welcomed their care for her of course, but it's not like she liked them as sisters or anything... maybe a little...
The only problem she was facing now was-
"Can't I just go call Toni?!" she said in irritation.
Luciana, pressing a hand to Lovina's forehead for the tenth time, shook her head. "You two just talked moments ago. Just wait until later okay? I think Antonio would want some rest too."
"Can I call Lovi?"
"No..."
"..Can I now?"
"Let her rest Antonio, now relax and rest."
"But, I want Loviii~"
"You two were just talking moments ago..."
...Well, mothers can't be right all the time.
"It's done~"
Lovina looked up to see Karen come in with a tray of tomato soup.
The truth is, Lovina is a tad afraid of the French-American women; when Lovina was forced to introduce herself, she was met with a hug that...
A hug that...
Well, she didn't remember because she passed out, but Lovina was sure that the woman wasn't a force to mess with.
Benedetta was a different story though; but Lovina couldn't help but feel a closeness to the woman. And she was sure Benedetta felt it as well, but the adult didn't say anything about meeting her before, so Lovina was sure that she doesn't remember either.
Upon meeting Benedetta, she was met with hands going through her hair, and then one hand tilting her face upward for a clearer view. The woman's eyes were unreadable at first, but slowly softened and then told her to call her 'Grandmother'.
Lovina didn't know how to respond to that but look down to her feet and nod a little bit.
Abruptly, she was pulled out from her flashbacks as a spoonful of soup was put into her mouth.
"It's delicious, right?" She looked up to Karen and nodded.
"Of course it is! Bene and I won many contests a while back-"
"In our youth." Benedetta now came into the room, with a plain spare apron around her waist.
Karen turned to her in feigned shock. "What are you talking about, ma cherie?! We are still young! At least wait until we're past sixty!"
"...Ma cherie?" The women turned to Lovina, who's now looking at Adriano in faint confusion, "What is that?"
"Oh...?" Started Adriano, leaned back to the wall from the stool, "It's French for 'my dear'." He then lazily grins at her, "I bet you can't learn French and English within a week."
"Tch, I bet I can," commencing imaginary spark of challenge coming from her eyes to Adriano, "And if I do, you have to teach me how to drive."
"Aww, then what am I going to do with you when you're seven?"
"Jump trains?"
"Oh, okay then sure."
Clara and Alessa looked at Adriano to Lovina worriedly and thought, These two...
And so, the older women were temporarily forgotten as they stayed quiet, watching the younger people go through their disturbing, yet casual conversations of learning languages and jumping miscellaneous vehicles.
Other than that, they were mystified at how much vocabulary spouted out from the five-year old's mouth.
Luciana had left the room after Karen brought in the soup to go see what the men were doing.
"Lovina is just an wonderful child."
"We should take her fishing some time with us, Alberto."
Julius spit out some of his drink and looked at his father and father-in-law in shock.
Cornelio looked at him in surprise. "Hmm, is something wrong?"
"We-well, you probably don't know this, but-"
"She curses almost just as much as the associates of the mafias down in the south? Yes, I have noticed," laughing heartily, Cornelio sipped his glass of wine.
Alberto looked into his glass and swished the contents around, "And it is not like she's a troublesome child; has she done any wrong when you took her in?"
"Well..."
"Did she break anything?"
"No-"
"Did she spill anything?"
"N-"
"Did she ever disgrace you in front of other adults?"
"Well, not re-"
"Then, has she done anything that irks you?"
"There's one thing..."
"Oh?"
"She keeps asking if she could go see a boy down in town..."
"Doesn't sound that bad..."
"And I think the boy likes her, because his mother has told me that he wants to see her too, so many times."
Cornelio laughed at this, "I knew someone like that too! A little boy, doing everything the girl asks of him."
"Wasn't it annoying?"
"Well, at first, but there's nothing wrong with that; he never dared to hit her or anything- and he kept giving her a nickname only he could call her- ha... the look on his face when others attempted to call her with the name!"
"How can you get used to that?"
"I really don't know..." Luciana came into the garden patio, "Oh, my dear Luci!"
"Hello, Papa."
"So, how is little Lovina?"
"Her fever went down a bit; now she's just asking again to call her friend."
Alberto finished his wine and looked at her with an expression of curiosity. "Antonio, was it?"
Luciana nodded.
He spoke again. "What do you think of him?"
"He's a nice boy, always willing to play with her."
"Like that boy I used to know!" interjected Cornelio.
Julius spoke up, "But now that boy is older right? Most times, you can never be friends for too long." He decided to drink some more of his wine.
"You're right," said Alberto, "They got married."
Luciana watched as Julius choked on his beverage and coughed. "Do you think that's what Antonio and Lovina are going to do when they get older?"
Julius just shook his head repeatedly and Cornelio laughed, "Come now Julius! If you two did it, then they can too!"
At this, Julius realized who the boy was and blushed, hanging his head low, he ran out into the house.
The men laughed together while Luciana followed him, blushing as well, smiling.
After they left, Alberto calmed down his laughter. "That was fun, wasn't it?"
"Yes... It is a pleasure to poke some fun out of our grown children."
For some while, a comfortable silence flowed through the area; it was the afternoon now, and the house provided shade from the sun.
"Did you notice it too, Cornelio?"
"...?" Said person looked at him questioningly while sitting next to him.
"Come now, I know you Cornelio; she brings back some memories, doesn't she?"
"...Well," Cornelio looked back at the house, "Maybe a tad bit... but there is no exact comparison."
"You think so? I thought she was a visiting spirit at first glance- minus that curl and little frown."
"On the topic of the curl, have you ever seen one that size on a child?"
"Quite unusual- I've seen some people with it, and some without like us, but..."
"What did that one person tell us? Some kind of... zone?"
"Hmm.. something zone, I know that much. And that you shouldn't touch it unless you intend to take responsibility."
"Take responsibility? For what?"
"I'm guessing for invading personal space; I have heard of some people taking it very seriously."
"...Interesting."
"I see that the memories pain you a bit, but you didn't have to avoid it with the curl."
"Oh, I know- but I really was curious."
Some minutes later after their escape from the garden, Julius and Luciana went their way to Lovina's room, and found the girls hovering over a sleeping Lovina; Adriano was still sitting on the stool in a bored manner. The women were nowhere to be found.
"Where are our mothers?" asked Julius.
"Oh," they both looked at Adriano, "They went to the store to find more dresses to torture Lovina with..."
Clara looked at him in amusement. "Torture?"
He nodded. "Unlike you guys, I can tell when a loved one is in pain."
Alessa turned her head at him in disbelief. "No way, bro."
He flipped his hair dramatically at her, "Yes way, sister. Like seriously."
"Was that hair flip even necessary?" asked Clara.
"Totally."
"Ahem-" The three looked back to Julius, who looked slightly disturbed, "What are you guys supposed to be doing now?"
"..."
"..."
"..."
Julius became confused as they stared at him with an amused expression. "What?"
"Isn't that up to you?" asked Clara.
"Yeah, I mean, we are the ones working for you... and Ms. Luci of course," said Alessa.
"Tell us what to do, Boss," added Adriano at the end.
Julius scratched the side of his head in thought. "Is the house...?"
"Clean? Yes it is," Clara looked up and counted with her fingers, "We also dried the laundry, cleaned out the study, this room, the kitchen, sanitized the bathrooms, and rearranged your underwear."
"M-my under...wear...?!"
"Just kidding. Seriously, you will never catch me anywhere near your underwear drawer."
"You'll catch me though." Everybody stared at Adriano, who regarded them lazily, "I promise you; one day you will find me near your underwear."
Is... Is he serious? thought Julius.
"..." He thumbs-upped to him as if he approved of something and continued to talk, "And I did my jobs too; the back and front yards are clean and clipped, and the little lady and the little man are in stage one of their relationship."
"...Stage one?" questioned Luciana.
"Yes. And it's going to last for a while until they go into stage two; then stage three is last."
"I... I don't understand the stage part-" began Julius.
"You don't have to, Boss," Adriano pointed to himself in lethargic happiness, "Leave it all to me~ Hahaha..."
"..." Julius looked to Alessa and Clara, "Do you understand what he's talking about?"
Clara shrugged, "I'd just go along with it- it's easier that way."
Alessa nodded in agreement, "He just has his moments-," she looked at Adriano, "Are you hungry?"
As if a switch was flipped, Adriano's expression became slightly calmed and he yawned. "Nope."
"Mama~!" Maria looked up from her position in the kitchen, in front of the sink, to see Antonio coming to her happily. "I feel all better now! Can I call Lovi now?"
"She might still be sleeping..."
*knock* *knock* "Oy, Toni!"
She watched as her son's face light up disappeared, having run to the door. "LOVI~"
"Not so loud, you bastard! I'm right here!"
"But it's not fair! We barely got to talk to each other..."
"Tch, I know right? So much for sick buddies."
As the kids continued to talk, Maria greeted Adriano, who came in following Lovina.
"Oh, you came on your own?"
"Yeah, it'll be a while until they notice though."
"Notice what?"
"That Lovina and I are missing."
"...Excuse me?"
"You see, they came in with loads of frilled clothing and began to torture her mercilessly. And being me, I created a distraction in which forced them to drive off somewhere for a glass service."
"But wh-"
"And I was told to specifically to watch over her; Alessa and Clara were called home and technically, I am watching over her."
"I guess that's-"
"I also brought pictures from last time, I'm surprised no one has noticed me taking them."
"Ooh, go sit over there- I also took some."
And so, they enthusiastically cooed (well, Maria did, Adriano chuckled then and there) at the photos until evening came.
Julius was angry that Adriano went off with Lovina to Antonio's, and so was Luciana. But to Julius's disappointment, Adriano and Maria managed to win her, the older men, and women over with the pictures.
Lovina doesn't know that they had taken photos; meanwhile, Antonio secretly took one photo from his mother's collection, and two from Adriano's collection, hiding them under his pillow.
I have a question: Do you think I under-do Lovi's cussing? Or over-do? Can you tell me?
And how was this chapter? What do you think of my OC's?
-Just so you know, Maria takes after nyo!Spain.
The imagery I see in my head when I type this; I thought it funny, but my humor isn't exactly...
I made sketches for Clara, Alessa, and Adriano; and the only problem I have is with Adriano's hair... I just don't know... I imagine it dark and a bit messy but... I just can't get it right... Argh *flips table*
Maybe like a mix between Spain and Romano hair? *shakes head* I can't imagine that...