A/N: Indeed, I am going to double update tonight!
I'm sorry about the lack of activity on this fic. Between being sick, school, and my numerous people issues, I haven't had the time to update. But I'm appeasing you with a double update. And of two long chapters to boot. ^^
Disclaimer: If I owned Hetalia…Wait I don't.
Getting to Lovina: A Story of Hetalia Academy
Chapter 11: Before We're Going to be Gone
The end of March saw new improvements at Hetalia International Academy. The new renovations on the arts building had been completed (finally), and the students were comfortably settled into the second semester. Even Lovina had mellowed out considerably. Of course, a certain green-eyed Spanaird had absolutely nothing whatsoever to do with it. Absolutely nothing.
To Antonio and Lovina, the rumors of their budding "romance" mean nothing. The dense and excessively cheerful Antonio considered Lovina his girlfriend-of-sorts anyways, and Lovina, blushing and spluttering when asked, denied having any emotional attachment to the "tomato bastard." This however, did not stop Antonio from continuously referring to Lovina as "mi tomate," "mi querida," or "my Lina linda." Lovina would usually scream "I don't belong to you, dannazione, bastardo!" and storm off. But somehow, they still ended up going out for spaghetti, paella, or tomato-related foods. All of their friends had grown used to their unconventional relationship. To them, the Italian and the Spaniard were an item, regardless of what Lovina stuttered.
Speaking of their friends, a few of them had gotten nicely settled as well. Madeleine had grown more outspoken and daring; Lars supported her new confidence. The two of them had become unbearably adorable around each other; in fact, they had become even too nauseating for Elizaveta and Emma. The pair had ceased their videotaping efforts when they realized that Madeleine and Lars were the epitome of the romantic-but-still-good-friends couple; they had hoped for some drama and excitement, but it seemed that Madeleine and Lars were content with getting along. Oftentimes, the Canadian girl and Dutch boy were told to "Get a fricking room, damnit!" Especially from Lovina and Gilbert.
Since the horrible breakup with Roderich, Gilbert had become a more prominent figure in Elizaveta's life. It surprised everyone when Elizaveta willing let Gilbert give her a hug. They had always been friends, but Gilbert's crush on Elizaveta had always been one-sided. That is, it had seemed to be that way until now. It was starting to appear that the albino and the brunette had become closer as Elizaveta began to move on from Roderich. Many sly smirks and knowing glances were shared between all of their friends. Francis and Emma often tittered quietly about how to get the two stubborn childhood friends together.
As we rejoin our protagonists, now, as they prepare for the spring holidays, we should keep the above information in mind.
Lovina was slightly annoyed. Scratch that. That was an understatement. Lovina was immensely irritated. Her foot tapped out a measured rhythm of annoyance. Her cheeks were puffed out as she glared at the desk in aggravation. Her eye twitched slightly at the not her twin had left her.
Lovi~!
Got to cancel the dinner date we planned on! Sorry, sorella, but Sakura brought up the idea that Luddy and I should go on a double date with Heracles and her! It just sounded like so much fun, I couldn't refuse! I hope you can eat dinner with Tonio and make up our date later!
Love ya!
Feli~
Typical Feliciana. Eating dinner with potato bastard, emotionless girl, and cat zombie. Typical. Lovina's eye twitched at the mention of that tomate idiota. Like she was eating with him. He had his dumbass trio to eat dinner with. Lovina did not want to see albino potato, seeing as it would only remind her that her own twin had dumped her for the other macho potato. No. Lovina decide to track down her other friends. Maybe they weren't out with boys who were freaking Nazis.
Lovina sought out Madeleine first. Elizaveta had told her earlier that she and the other girls would be having a girls' bonding night in Emma and Mei's dorm while Madeleine stayed in their dorm with Lars. Lovina figured that the two lovebirds would be too immersed in each other's company that they would have forgotten about dinner. And boy was she right. The Canadian was cuddling with Lars (typical) as they watched some sappy old movie. The Italian rolled her eyes in annoyance at the sappiness. As much as she denied caring for anyone beyond herself, she was glad to see that Madeleine had found someone to look after her. Of course, the irate Italian would never, NEVER, admit it out loud.
"You guys eating dinner anytime soon?"
The duo shifted their head to glance at Lovina. Lars just smirked and turned back to the movie. Madeline pretended to look sad as she replied, "Sorry, Lovi. We've already eaten dinner today. Why don't you look for Liz? I'm pretty sure she still hasn't eaten yet. I think she's in Emma's and Mei's room."
Lovina huffed in annoyance. Stupid couples. Without another word, she turned, stomping as Madeleine called out, "See you later!"
If she had turned back to look as she left, she would have been two nearly identical smirks upon the faces of Madeleine and Lars.
"Do you think she'll be mad if she knows we're trying to set them up?" asked Lars lazily as he flicked off the mini-television set.
Madeleine grinned. "She'll probably yell a bit, but that's just her way of showing gratitude, eh. C'mon, I don't want to miss seeing their reactions!"
Meanwhile, Antonio was also having trouble with his friends and dinner.
"Kesesesese! Sorry, Tonio, but Lizzy and I have got some plans tonight. She's finally agreed to go out on one date with me before spring holidays, and I'm not missing out on that."
"Keep telling yourself that it's a date, Gilbert. She said she just wanted to see if that sushi restaurant you've been bragging about is as good as you claim it to be." replied Francis slyly. "I have just picked up a cute little third year named Jeanne. I cannot break this date of l'amour, mon ami! Besides, can't you eat with Lovina?"
The Frenchmen and the so-self-entitled Prussian rolled their eyes as the Spaniard's previously gloomy face light up in a stupidly cheerful smile.
"Sí! I will! Adíos, mis amigos!"
"Hey Francy-pants, do you think he's ever going to figure out we're behind this?"
Francis shook his head. "Non. He's too dense for that."
"But I AM going on a date with Lizzy afterwards."
"Keep telling yourself that, Gilbo."
Lovina's right eye could not stop twitching in annoyance. Everyone, EVERYONE, it seemed, either had plans or had already eaten. Everyone had also prompted her to eat with that tomate idiota. As if.
"Liiiiiiina!"
"Dannazione!"
Speak of the devil. Lovina found herself being suffocated by a tight bear hug as Antonio latched himself onto her. The Italian girl was thankful that they were in the middle of an abandoned courtyard of the school instead of a crowded hallway. The early evening sunlight cast an odd shadow of the pair as they noisily greeted each other.
"You'll eat spaghetti with me, right Lina? right? Gilbert's going out with Lizzy and Francis found himself a cute little girl, so you'll eat with me, right, Lina? Right?"
"Goddamnit, stop babbling! And fucking let go of me!"
Antonio loosened his grip and shut up. However, he gave Lovina the biggest, teariest puppy eyes she had ever seen in her life. Lovina's face grew more and more crimson as she internally debated about which course of actions was the most advantageous to take.
However, before Lovina could say anything, someone began to play music from some unseen source nearby.
"If there's a prize for rotten judgement,
I guess I've already won that,
No man is worth the aggravation…"
"Wrong song!" some hissed from behind the building somewhere.
"Geez, I thought that was perfect…Ouch! Fine!"
Lovina and Antonio was now sneaking towards the source of the sound.
"Okay, I think I found it…"
"Hey hey you you
I don't like your girl-"
"GILBERT!"
"What?"
A/N: Go to the next one!
