Ama-Daaang!
Lovina's POV:
Lovina cussed under her breath. Her hair was blowing back in her face. She was freezing and absolutely miserable in the cold. But that didn't stop her from leaving her apartment. She could only withstand so much moping. Both Cheya and Maddie had fallen into a state of gloom over the past couple of days. They lounged around idly and drowned themselves in their own self-pity. They only left their apartment if it was absolutely necessary, and even then they hardly attended any of their classes.
The entire situation was fucked up. Maddie liked Gilbert. Gilbert liked Cheya. Cheya was dating a teacher's assistant unbeknownst to both Gilbert and Antonio. Said teacher's assistant was Maddie's cousin. Lovina appreciated the fact that her friends trusted her with their problems. She really did. But then again, she wasn't exactly the best person to confide in when it came to love. Heck. She was still trying to figure out her feelings for Antonio.
Er...What was she doing again? Oh yeah! She was walking outside during the middle of a fucking ice age.
Lovina looked around the court yard. She was looking for a distraction. Oh look. Some idiota just slipped on a patch of black ice. Haha.
Anyways. Back to her current situation. Here she was. Huddled under three layers of sweaters and a jacket, stomping through the snow covered paths of some irrelevant courtyard. Lovina closed her eyes. She forced herself to clear her mind. To relax. It was only half an hour ago that Antonio had called and asked her to meet him here. As to why, that was beyond her.
"LOVI~!" Lovina turned around. She was met with Antonio's beaming smile. He was wearing a black trench coat and in his hand he clutched onto a red, wool hat that matched that of his own.
Green eyes bright and cheeks rosy with mirth, the Spaniard pranced over to the scowling Italian.
Lovina crossed her arms. She looked at Antonio through narrowed, suspicious eyes. "What's that?" she asked, pointing to the hat.
"I brought you a hat!"
Lovina rolled her eyes. "I could see that for myself, dumbass."
"Why?"
Antonio grinned. He bent down to peck her on the cheek. Lovina couldn't help but blush. The bastard had a knack for catching her off guard.
"That's why," he purred into her ear. "The hat matches your blush quite well...eheh."
Lovina balled her hands into fist. Antonio flinched and closed his eyes. He was prepared for a strike. A strike that never came. Lovina reached out to swipe away a few stray curls from his face. She tucked them under his hat.
Antonio's eyes fluttered open. He looked shocked. Hence his nervous chuckles. "Eheh, Lovi?"
"There," Lovina smiled. "You had a bit of a super man curl going on there."
Antonio shed her with a playful smirk. He placed one hand on his hip. The other was clenched into a fist. Striking a heroic, albeit dorky pose, Antonio raised the hat to the air. Lovina scoffed. He was such an idiota. Cute, but still moronic nonetheless.
"Watch out mi amour," he warned with a mischievous chuckle. Antonio swung around the hat as if it were an airplane. "Uh-oh! Looks like we're going to have to make an unexpected stop!"
Antonio opened the hat. He raised it over Lovina's head. Lovina ducked out of the way just in time. No way in hell was she going to wear the godawful piece of wool. Fashion disaster, anyone?
"Don't you fucking dare, bastard," she growled. Lovina defiantly turned her head to the side. "I'm not wearing it."
This comment only seemed to encourage the Spaniard.
Antonio bared his lips into a devilish looking grin. He paced forward. His eyebrows were furrowed in concentration. Determined green eyes locked onto their scowling Italian target. Lovina backed away. Antonio persisted with his advancement. "Scared, chica?" he teased.
"N-no," Lovina stammered. Her eyes darted around the court yard. But there was no escaping him. Antonio was backing her into a tree.
Lovina's back slammed against said tree trunk with a defeated thud.
"Tsk! Tsk! There's no escaping me now," he cooed. Grasping for straws, Lovina did something truly desperate; she kissed him. She grabbed him by the collar of his jacket and pulled him down to meet her lips. Lovina smirked when she heard his muffled grunt of surprise.
Antonio pulled away. He ogled at Lovina. "You're surprisingly nice today," he remarked.
"SHUT IT YOU BAS-" Lovina faltered mid-sentence. A massive avalanche of snow had just fallen onto her head.
"FUCK!" she wailed. Lovina's head flailed around. She was was having no success with shaking off the snow.
Antonio looked up at the tree and then back down at Lovina. He was more than smug when he spoke. "If you wore the hat, this wouldn't have happened," he tutted.
Lovina's hand snapped forward. She grudgingly took the hat from him. "Fine, happy bastard?" Oh look! We're matching! How adorable," she mocked with a thick amount of sarcasm.
"What's wrong with matching hats?" Antonio quipped. Lovina didn't answer him. She was too busy devising her plan of revenge. Lovina bent over, pretending to tie up the laces of her boots. Her back was turned to him. With gloved hands, she scooped up a generous amount of snow. She packed it down into a snowball.
The Italian chuckled to herself.
Lovina stood up and turned around. Antonio, upon noticing the snowball in her hand, was quick to raise his hands into a surrendering stance. "Eh-heh, Lovi. I wouldn't do that if I were you."
Lovina cocked her head to the side. She pouted her lips. "Oh? And why not?" she hummed in an unnervingly cheerful voice. Lovina stalked forward. She raised her hand to tease the bastard further.
She dabbled in playing off of his fear.
Antonio enlightened her with a patronizing smile. "Because I won't go easy on you," he mused. His eyes were wide with excitement. His body tensed up with mock anticipation.
Lovina grit her teeth. The bastard didn't think that she had the balls to follow through with her threat.
What a fatal mistake that was.
WHOMP!
Eyes wide with surprise, Antonio used his coat sleeve to wipe off the snow beard from his chin.
Lovina cackled. She turned on her heels and sprinted off in the opposite direction. "CATCH ME IF YOU CAN BASTARD!"
Antonio's POV:
Antonio scanned the courtyard with focused eyes. A low growl rumbled in his throat. The echo of Lovina's snobbish giggles rang across the court yard. It was frustrating. She ran much too fast for him to track her movements. He only saw a flash of auburn hair. And even though he couldn't see her, Antonio knew that a pair of smug, hazel eyes would be watching his every move.
"LET'S PLAY A GAME BASTARD!" Lovina shouted. Antonio turned to his left. She was hiding somewhere within the row of pine trees. Antonio squinted. The snow had limited his visibility. He had no choice but to play along with the Italian's childish whims.
"TAKE A GUESS! WHERE AM I NOW?" Lovina's giggles echoed through out the court yard once more.
"I don't know, chica. Why don't you come out and face me head on?" Antonio challenged with a smirk.
Antonio stopped in his tracks. He hummed contentedly under his breath. It was only a matter a time before Lovina popped out from her hiding place. He was baiting her. Poking at her pride. He was ruthlessly using Lovina's hot headed temper to his own advantage.
As expected, Lovina fell for his bait. Twenty meters ahead of him, Lovina poked her head around a tree trunk. The trademark scowl was evident on her face. Even from afar.
The Spaniard's hand twitched.
"You take the fun out of everything!" she pouted.
Lovina stepped out of her hiding place.
Antonio grinned. He didn't hesitate to whip the snowball forward. He watched it curve up high into the air. Antonio chuckled. The snowball barreled towards Lovina's shocked face.
Lovina cursed. She was quick to dive out of the way. The snowball hit the tree with a splat!
Antonio grimaced.
Dios mio, was he ever going to regret that later.
Lovina warily poked her head around the tree. She began to curse at him in Italian. But Antonio paid no heed to her words. He was too busy laughing at her. Her face flushed with anger. Pft! She looked just like a tomato!
The Spaniard grinned; he loved to see that heated, competitive flare in her eyes.
Lovina shouted at him. Her hands gestured around erratically. She stomped her combat boots against the ground. Her long, auburn curls swayed about in the wind. "The fuck?! You nearly took off my head!" she snarled with a glowering leer.
"Oh Lovi," Antonio muttered to himself. "I want nothing more than to take you, mi amor."
Won't you be mine?
Lovina's POV:
Lovina dashed in and out of the pine trees. She cackled to herself. It was amusing to watch Antonio blindly search around for her. She was wearing a white coat. Which meant that she had the advantage of camouflage. Lovina stopped to catch her breath. Her back rested against the trunk of a pine tree. She carefully looked over her shoulder.
Ok good.
The bastard still had his back turned to her. With a sly grin, Lovina bent over to scoop up a handful of snow. She packed the white substance into a tight ball. Lovina crept forward. She intended to sneak up on the wandering, clueless Spaniard. She flitted from tree to tree. She had to bite her lip in order to stifle her giggles. She could tell that the bastard's frustration was growing.
Whenever it came to games of any sort, Antonio's cheerful demeanor was left behind. And in its place Lovina found a personality that was easily agitated. Antonio didn't like to lose. He especially hated to lose to Lovina, as she was always one to brag. But this made the game all the more fun for her.
Lovina's hand twitched. She longed to throw the snowball forward. But she knew that she had to be patient. She wanted to get as close to him as she possibly could. Victory was always better up close. Lovina vied to see the defeated look in his eyes. She wanted to see them narrow into a cold, fiery grimace. She wanted to experience the stubborn, smoldering, and scowling side of him. To be smelted with his raw, passionate gaze was her mission.
She wanted to irk the Spaniard. To see his dark side. To see him reveal the fiery personality that had been carefully hidden behind his dopey, extroverted charms. Because that side of him. That wild, volatile, and unpredictable personality of his. That was what Lovina liked the most about him. He wasn't afraid to show her who he was. He left himself completely open to her. Antonio had his quirks; Lovina was growing quite fond of them.
She loved him. She just hadn't realized it yet.
Lovina cursed when Antonio turned around. She pressed her back to another tree trunk. It took a lot of effort to stifle her heavy breathing.
"Lovi? Is that you~?" Antonio sang oh so smugly.
Lovina didn't answer him. She staked it out for a couple of minutes. When she was sure that she couldn't hear his footsteps, Lovina poked her head around the tree trunk. She couldn't help but grin. The Spaniard was walking forward in the opposite direction. His back was still turned to her. Perfect. Her plan wasn't in jeopardy just yet. Lovina raised her foot to step over a pile of twigs. One wrong move would compromise her position.
Too bad she made all the wrong fucking moves.
"FUCKING HELL!" With a cry, Lovina tripped forward. The snap of twigs could have easily given her away. Lovina flailed her arms. She used them to catch her fall. Now on the ground, Lovina's eyes darted around the courtyard. She sighed with relief. Her careless blunder had gone unnoticed by the Spaniard.
Back on the prowl and with two new snow balls in hand, Lovina shadowed the Spaniard once more. She was mere paces behind himnow. The fact that he had yet to notice her lurking presence was unnerving. Antonio's shoulders tensed. Lovina raised her hands. She was preparing to smash two handfuls of snow into his unsuspecting ears.
Lovina's chance never came; her plan had fallen short.
Antonio spun around, chuckling and grinning like a maniac all the while. He smacked the snow balls out of Lovina's hands with an uncanny ease.
Lovina gasped. She turned around to bolt. But it was already far too late. Two strong arms hooked around her waist. Antonio lifted her into the air. Lovina's legs kicked back furiously. She was rendered helpless to his schemes. He spun her around in a dizzying circle.
"Let me go, you bastard!" she cried but to no avail.
Antonio set her down. But not before placing a chaste kiss on the top of her head. His arms were still wrapped around her waist. Lovina's back was pressed up against his stomach. Thank God too. She didn't have the balls to face him. Her face was burning with a fierce blush. Antonio's smug words of victory only made it worse.
"I found you~!" he cooed.
Lovina shrugged out his grasp. With an indignant huff, she turned around to face him. Fuck what she said earlier. She had a stronzo to antagonize.
Antonio's lips pursed into a mocking pout. "Leaving so soon?"
Lovina rolled her eyes. She raised a clawed finger and jabbed it into his chest. "Care to explain why you brought me here?"
Antonio shrugged. "I don't know. It seemed like fun."
"Freezing my tits off in a fucking snow storm isn't exactly my version of fun."
Antonio grinned. He bent down. Their foreheads brushed against each other. His eyes had a playful, childish light to them. It didn't take Lovina long to smile back it him. She couldn't help it. His smile was just that contagious.
"This place was much nicer before it snowed. They had roses so beautiful and red that they reminded me of you, amada," he sighed.
"Although, just by being here, you've already made this place so much more beautiful."
Lovina grumbled. She nuzzled her head into the crook of his neck. "Te Amo, Lovi," he whispered.
Lovina tensed under his embrace. "STOP!" she blurted out. Lovina shoved him in the chest. Antonio stumbled backwards.
A look of hurt crossed over the Spaniard's face. The Italian winced. She woefully regretted the rashness of her actions.
God did she ever hate herself sometimes.
"Lovi," Antonio started. Lovina didn't let him finish.
"How do you know that?" she demanded in a cracked voice. "For fucks sakes, Antonio! I barely know you. How can you say such a thing?"
Antonio's eyes darkened a shade. "I thought that I was quite clear about my feelings for you." He spoke in an icy tone. He wouldn't look at her. But rather he was looking right through her. The gleeful light in his eyes was gone. The affection disappearing right along with it.
"Am I right to assume that you don't feel the same way?"
Lovina was unable to find her voice. All she could do was stare back at him. Her eyes pleaded with him. They begged for him to understand. But all of her efforts to do so were in vain. With one last disappointed look, Antonio turned his back to her. He bowed his head and began to trudge off in the opposite direction.
Lovina balled her hands into tight fists. She stood. Utterly helpless. But stubborn in her will, Lovina fought back. She fought back against her worries. She refused to fuel her doubts for any longer.
"WAIT!" she cried out. Lovina stumbled forward. She quickened her pace to catch up with the retreating Spaniard.
Antonio was slow to turn around. Lovina winced when she saw the pained look in his eyes. The Spaniard had his hands shoved into his coat pockets. His shoulders were slumped and his eyes were fixed on the ground. He refused to look up and meet her gaze.
Lovina bit her lip. Damnit! Why did she have to be such a fuck up?!
"I'm scared," Lovina whispered.
Antonio took a hesitant step forward. "Lovi?" he cocked his head to the side.
"I'M SCARED! Lovina repeated. This time she was shouting. Her whole body was trembling. In the end, she decided to brave it out.
The Italian strode towards the stunned Spaniard. "I'm scared Antonio!" Tears welled in the corners of her eyes.
"I've never felt this way about anyone before! A-and...I...DAMNIT! What the fuck is wrong with me?!" she cried.
Lovina's face set into a firm, unrelenting grimace. She eyed the Spaniard head on. She was utterly defeated. She let her words speak for themselves.
"I-I love you too, you damned bastard!"
Antonio gave her a shy smile. He held out both arms. Lovina took this cue as an excuse to ram straight into his chest. She clearly didn't realize her strength.
Lovina knocked Antonio off of his feet. They fell to the ground with a loud, clumsy sounding oomph. She lay on top of his stomach. Her face was pressed up against his collar bone.
Lovina sat up. "I take back everything. I fucking hate you," she pouted.
The Italian aimed a half-hearted glare at the now ecstatic looking Spaniard.
Antonio looked up to her and smiled. "I love you too, Lovina Vargas."
Lovina crawled off of him. "So, what now?"
Antonio stood up. He held out his hand for her. A smirk graced his lips when he noticed the unflattering blush on her face.
Lovina reluctantly took his hand.
"Stop looking at me like that!"
"I'll look at my girlfriend however I want!"
"Girlfriend?!
"Sí."
"Ugh, Fuck me."
"Well, if you insist~"
SMACK.
"OW! Is that how you treat your new boyfriend?"
SMACK.
Antonio didn't have to be a genius to know that there would be many more smacks to come.
Lovina's POV:
Lovina twisted her hair into a towel turban. With that done and over with, she padded out of her bathroom. She was still soaked from her snow ball fight. Antonio didn't hold back at all. In other words, Lovina had her ass handed to her. Antonio spared her no mercy when it came to shoving snow down her shirt. It was only fair of her to reciprocate such a gesture by slamming two fistfuls of snow into his ears. She smiled at the memory. He was such a dumbass. But his capacity for kindness had softened her opinion of him. Was he an idiot? Yes. Did she love him? Grudgingly so.
Lovina grabbed a spare towel from the linen closet. She then made her way downstairs. "Bastard?" she called out.
The Italian looked around the apartment. But the Spaniard was no where to be seen.
"Fine," she huffed, evidently speaking to herself. "You can stay soaked for all I care."
Antonio's stupid 'fusososo' laughter gave away his position. He was hiding under the staircase. Lovina scoffed. His hair was still wet as evident by the way that his curls stuck to his forehead.
The Italian's eyes bulged out. They greedily took in the sight of the Spaniard's bare chest. It's not like she hadn't seen it before, but hey, when you see something that fucking gorgeous, you're going to stare.
Lovina was a met with a pair of smug green eyes. "New hair style?" he mused.
Lovina bit her lip. Her efforts to suppress her temper proved to be futile. But that wasn't her only struggle. She was also trying, in vain, not to look at the Spaniard's chest.
Damn. Training to become a cop truly did wonders for his body.
Lovina scowled to hide her embarrassment. She shoved a towel into his chest. "Here." Antonio was quick to pick up on her uneasiness.
Unfortunately for Lovina, he joyfully took advantage of it.
"You like what you see?" he winked. For good measure, Antonio traced a finger along his lean, but oh so gloriously pecked chest.
Fuck. She was going to crack.
Lovina's blush was instantaneous. Those were the first words that she had ever said to him. Er...not that she remembered or anything. Of course not.
"Fuck no!" Lovina turned her head to the side. She was pretending to ignore the Spaniard's teasing glare.
Antonio took a step forward. He grabbed Lovina's hand and placed it into his own. "I beg to differ," he smirked. "Perhaps you'd like to touch it?"
Lovina raised her free hand into the air. She was more than prepared to attack her Spanish harasser.
Her attack was waved off almost immediately. Antonio placed a sloppy kiss onto her lips, effectively distracting her. Antonio gleefully made an annoying smacking sound with his lips. The smug bastard knew full well that this would only add to her growing irritation.
He was enjoying this way too much.
Antonio raised her hand. Lovina eyes widened when she realized what he was trying to do. "NO WAY IN HELL!" she shrieked but to no avail.
Lovina tugged back on her hand. It was a battle that she was currently losing. Her hand was inching closer and closer towards Antonio's chest.
The Spaniard's grin only got wider. "Come on," he purred. "You know you want to."
"WHAT THE FUCK?! NO!"
"TOUCH IT~ EHEHE."
"NO!"
"TOUCH IT LOVI."
"GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME!"
Antonio let out a dramatic sigh. "My chest has been really lonely lately," he pouted. "Won't you cheer it up?"
Lovina grimaced. She had no shred of dignity to fight for. "If I touch it, will you leave me alone?"
As to why she was playing along with the bastard's devilish schemes, only God would know.
A look of surprise crossed over Antonio's face. He let go of her hand. "That's odd," he murmured. "Usually by now I'd be curled up on the ground, crying for mercy."
"Haha," Lovina said in a dry voice. "Let's just get this over with," she mumbled.
Lovina raised her hand. She spread it out in front of her and examined it. She vied to play off of the Spaniard's anxiousness. She was going to draw this out for as long as she possibly could. She lived to make him tick.
Antonio grunted impatiently. With a coy smile, Lovina pressed her palm to his chest.
Her smile vanished in an instant. His chest was hard. What the fuck?! Was he part metal?! And why the fuck was his skin so smooth?!
It's ok Lovina. He's your boyfriend. You can touch him.
Great. Now it feels like I'm molesting him.
That's another way of looking at it...
NOT HELPING!
What the fuck. What the fuck. What the-Oh shit!
The bastard was still there, smiling as he looked down to her expectantly.
"See," Lovina fibbed to him in a breathless whisper. "That wasn't so bad," she croaked.
Lovina spun on her heels. Her legs wobbled. She staggered off in the direction of the kitchen.
She was clearly about to lose her shit.
"Where are you going?"
"I'm making dinner before Feli gets home!" she snapped.
"But...it's one in the afternoon...?"
"FUCKING HELL BASTARD. CAN'T A WOMEN COOK IN PEACE HERE?"
The only peace that Lovina needed was a peace of mind.
Dem' abs though.
Arthur's POV:
Arthur leaned back into his chair and sighed. "Cramming at the last minute is the worst possible way to retain information," he scolded. "If you want, I could always just tell you what's going to be on the final. It'd save you a lot of time."
Cheya looked up from the textbook that she was reading. She glared at him. "That's cheating!"
Arthur shrugged. Well. There went the obvious approach. He'd just have to drop subtle hints here and there. But then again, Cheya was a very capable student. She was one of select few who had actually managed to pull off an A on the previous midterm exam. She was sure to do well on the exam regardless.
Arthur was quick to change the subject. "Do you have any plans for the break?" he asked. Cheya heeded him no attention. She was too busy flipping through pages and highlighting information. Arthur cleared his throat to get her attention.
Cheya looked up again. She blushed under his stern gaze. Her lips curled into a quirky, apologetic smile. "Sorry...um. I don't know. Papa usually hosts a dinner on Christmas day. Oh! And for New Years Eve I usually go downtown to watch the fireworks. They usually throw a winter carnival. What about you?" she asked.
"I'll be spending the break with Alfred and Maddie." Arthur let out a woeful sigh. "Mum, Dad and Peter are visiting granny in England, and the rest of the lot decided to stay overseas for their break."
"That's good!"
Arthur cocked his head to the side. "Pardon me?"
"Maddie's hometown isn't that far away from mine. We'll be able to visit each other over the break!"
"And," Cheya gave him a hesitant look. "Perhaps you could meet my Papa? I mean...I still haven't told him about you yet...because...you know...our age difference."
Arthur smiled, effectively putting her worries to ease. "I'd love to."
"Great!...Hey, Arthur?"
"Yes, Love?"
"Why don't you tell me more about your family? You hardly ever talk about them."
"W-what do you want to know about them?" Arthur stammered. The last thing that he wanted to do was talk about his borderline insane family.
The Briton cringed. Allistair's gruff, smug voice rang in his ears:
"Oi Artie! What's something that you and toilet paper have in common?"
"You both kiss ass! BAHAHAHA!"
Cheya looked at him with concern. "Arthur? Are you alright?"
Arthur deadpanned. Cheya must have been really worried. She didn't even refer to him as 'Browzilla'.
Did he really look that perturbed?!
"I'm quite alright love," Arthur reassured. "Although...there's not that much to say about my family..." If he could avoid the subject he would. There was a reason why Arthur enjoyed the school year so much. Every April, he dreaded moving back home. Living with his family was a real test of his sanity. He could only handle so much craziness at a time.
Cheya knew him all too well.
"Oh come now," she chided. "Now you're just avoiding the subject."
Arthur crossed his arms. "Fine!" he huffed. "Just... promise me that you won't get weirded out."
"Stop being so silly!"
Arthur laughed. It was moments like this that he would treasure forever. Perhaps Cheya didn't realize it, but it was the simple sentiments that made her shine in his eyes.
The Briton could tell that the French truly cared for him.
"Alright," Arthur conceded. "I'll tell you."
The idea of opening himself up to another person was new and scary to the Briton. He was nervous, but excited.
He was finally learning to trust again.
Cheya's POV:
I giggled. Arthur was telling me embarrassing stories from his childhood. It warmed my heart to see him smile, laugh, and just relax for once. Between grading papers and attending his other classes, Arthur hadn't had much time for himself. So to see him enjoying his time; to see him joking and goofing off; to see him forget about his stresses...
Now that was something that I could watch all day.
He had such a gorgeous, genuine smile. It was a shame that he didn't sport it more often. Seeing Arthur like this made me realize why I had fallen for him in the first place. Putting aside his stubbornness, the Briton had a heart of gold.
But... he was also quite intuitive.
Arthur knew that something was wrong the moment that he laid his eyes on me. And boy was he ever right. After my fight with Gilbert, I had retreated into a state of shock. Perhaps even denial. I spent the past week holed up in my apartment. It was only until today that I had decided to venture outside of it.
I didn't want to get Arthur involved with my issues with Gilbert. I thought that it was best not to tell him. He had enough things to worry about. And although he was skeptical at first, Arthur stopped prying when I told him that I was fine.
The chat board on my laptop screen went off. I clicked on the facebook tab.
Speaking of Gilbert...
Gilbert: Hey...I'm really sorry about how I acted last week... Do you think that we could meet up tomorrow?
Gilbert: I need to talk to you about something.
"Who is it?" Arthur asked.
"Gilbert."
"Hmmm. Is that the red-eyed demon douche or your Spanish friend?"
"Demon douche," I answered.
Normally I would have giggled at such a comment. I didn't. I was too nervous to do so. I could feel my anxiety rising by the minute. This was the first fight that I had ever had with Gilbert. If things went wrong, I could lose him. For good. He was my lifelong friend, and although I didn't reciprocate his feelings, I couldn't bear to let our friendship fall apart. We had shared way too many memories for that to happen.
Cheya: I'm sorry too.
Cheya: Meet me in front of the Gaul building at five?
Gilbert: Sounds good. See you then I guess…
...
Gilbert, as my friend, you will always be a part of me.
But you're not my other half.
Bonus Text Message Conversation:
Feli: Luddy!
Ludwig: Yes?
Feli: How are you (:
Ludwig: I'm fine. You?
Feli: I'm great! Can we play a game?
Ludwig: Feli. I have a lot of homework to do...
Feli: You're so boring!
Feli: Fine.
Feli: I guess that I'll go then ):
Feli: Good bye Luddy. I hope that you have a nice life.
Feli: Because I won't.
Feli: I'm going to grow up all alone.
Feli: At least Vina has Tonio.
Feli: But as for me?
Feli: I'll be sitting on the couch, waiting for the day that you decide to play a game with me.
Feli: And on my gravestone, when I die, please put "Here lies an Italian who missed out on a game."
Ludwig: Mein Gott, I'll play the damned game.
Ludwig: You're very sneaky you know that?
Feli: Hehe ;)
Feli: What's your favourite thing about me?
Ludwig: That's not a game. It's a question.
Feli: Fine! I dare you to tell me!
Ludwig: Uh….I don't know.
Feli: Hmmph! I'll go first!
Feli: I like your eyes.
Ludwig: I like your eyes too.
Feli: WRONG! You have to choose something different.
Ludwig: I like you.
Feli: Aw! Luddy :3
Ludwig: So...
Ludwig: Is it true that you'll be living with your grandfather now?
Feli: Si, why?
Ludwig: Don't worry about it.
Feli: Luddy tell me!
Ludwig: I like pasta.
(Tactful distraction? Check)
Feli: You do?!
Feli: OMG that's so crazy! I love pasta too!
Feli: Hehe~ we're perfect for each other (:
Ludwig let out a deep, relieving breath. "Crisis averted" he mumbled.
Wouldn't want Feli to find about the date that he was planning, now would we?
Shout out to Efficient and Red-Hot Habanero for reviewing the last few Chapters. You guys truly make it a pleasure to write. I love it when you share your opinions!
TheBlueAcid: Just wait until you see how much of a dork Antonio's going to be in my mafia fic.
Red-Hot Habanero: I guess we'll never know muahaha. I think it's payback for Gilbert interrupting our precious Spamano moment back in chapter 13, no?
Efficient: Thank you :) I'm feeling better now (Hope your fever didn't come back)! And as for last chapter being the climax? Hmmm probably not. I would say next chapter if anything, but I do still have another few twists hiding up my sleeve.
Alyssa: Hi there! Um, I think there's been a bit of a mix up. When I said igloo I meant house? But just to be safe, and to avoid further confusion, I went back and changed the wording:"It was time to hide everything, gather up all of her belongings, and move up North." Sorry if I offended you, believe me, that's the last thing that I intended to do. Also, I'm super glad that you're enjoying the story :)