A/N: THANK YOU FOR EVERYTHING! Every review, and watch, and favorite. This one is for you guys ^^ And yes, it does fit in with the story, so you may want to read it (seriously, read it you'll be confused later if you don't XD) I honestly, had soooooo much fun writing this. Seriously!
Edit: I am sooo sorry! I hadn't realized that the breakers I put in wouldn't appear on FF! TT^TT Sorry for the confusion!
O ~ O ~ O
To say that I had been irritated as of late was something of an understatement. How could it not be, when I was forced to share a room with such a person? He was so loud, overbearing, and despite the fact that he had made it into the academy as well, I didn't fancy that he was all to bright. Now that I think back on it, I believe I enjoyed life here much more happily when he would at least refute my vocal jabs at him, and wasn't so... clingy. Although, to be fair, I suppose if someone was told something that utterly ridiculous, they too would begin to worry for the mental state of the one who said it. But honestly.
My time at this academy has amounted to not even a week yet, and already I find myself growing all the more weary of this situation that I have put myself in. Even so, I have remained unnoticed for the time being, so I suppose I can't say everything has been a failure. This place... it is not at all how I imagined it to be. Is this really what I came here for? To be forced to interact with these strange, new people? It was lucky for me that Tino had been invited too, or I would be completely alone.
At this point, I cannot rightly say what my opinion of this place is. Some of the people are enjoyable to be around, while others I would rather avoid. I like a portion of my classes, but there are several I can't stand. Also, this school is far too big. I find myself out of breath simply climbing a flight of stairs! Not that I would ever admit such a thing to my teammates. That is information better kept to myself.
Running up and down those flights on Monday, I truly thought I was going to die for the ache in my lungs and the pain in my muscles. Ha! And searching for something that doesn't even exist as well! What a bother. My dreams, as of late, have become far too vivid to be considered normal. Although, if I were to be honest with myself, I suppose it's always been this way, to a degree. The doctors proclaimed that I simply have an overactive imagination. Me? And overactive imagination? That's like saying that Tino has a dark side. It's not possible. Even so, it seems as if they are only getting worse by the day. I can't remember the last time that one was so clear, that I imagined it to be real for a time.
And now comes the problem of explaining to that person.
I suppose I could just say it was a dream, but what normal person's dream sends them flying up and down the steps in search of something they never had? It would have been better if it was a night dream, but this one I had in class as I slept. He woke me as the bell rang, shaking me gently awake, and for some reason, I felt this pulling to go look for the thing he had given me in my dream. I'm sure I scared him half to death. But then again, what do I care? As soon as I told him he was the one that had given it to me, my rationale returned, and I wished only to snatch those words from the air and pull them back into my mouth. But I could not, because I no longer had it in me to speak. I collapsed in front of him. It was truly humiliating to be carried out of the school on someone's back, especially his. But I don't remember most of it, as I'm sure I fell asleep.
Ever since that day, he has treated me with so much caution- it is, admittedly, beginning to grate my nerves. And so is their arguing, those two idiots with blue and green eyes. Not ten minutes ago, they were sitting in the living room going back and forth as if they were being paid to fight. It was truly ridiculous. Just pick and idea for the play already, it can't be that difficult. The room was, thankfully, quiet now. The group was gone, and everyone else was upstairs. Finally, I had found peace.
Until I heard the ever familiar thumping of feet as a person descended the stairs. So much for that. The footsteps grew ever closer, and at once, I heard them step into the living room, accompanied by a much surprised 'oh' from their owner. I curled myself tighter against the couch. Perhaps he would decide it wasn't worth his time to talk to me. Maybe he would just get what he came down for and leave.
No such luck. He plopped down on the other end of the couch and stared at me curiously, as if I was some sort of confusing book, or a puzzle that he couldn't quite piece together. I don't understand why. I'm always perfectly blunt about how I feel; there really is no mystery here. He began talking leisurely, asking about my classes, how everything was going. I told him to shove off.
He laughed.
Damn idiot.
Then he started going on about his own classes- all the teachers he hated, people he'd talked to, girls he'd hit on. I wanted to hit HIM. And then of course, as I suspected it would, that came up. He sort of inched his way into the topic. Like when you get into a pool bit-by-bit, starting with your toes until finally, you're engulfed in water. I tried to shoot it down. He was having none of it. I squirmed uncomfortably under his imploring eyes. It wasn't any of his business what went on in my head.
I told him it was a mistake.
He said people don't nearly kill themselves for mistakes.
Maybe I'm just that kind of person.
No, you're not.
I glared at him. When was he going to drop it?
Who are you to say what kind of person I am?
Anyone else would say the same thing.
Oh really now?
He nodded. I glared harder.
Why can't you just leave this alone?
Because you're involved. And so am I.
My heart did this funny little thing in my chest when he said that. It felt all weird and fluttery, like it was jumping up and down. That's new. I wonder if I shouldn't have it checked by a doctor? I had heard that there are people with irregular heartbeats. Perhaps I was one of them.
That's irrelevant. Besides, why should it matter if I'm involved? It's my business after all.
Because it's you. It only matters because it's you.
There it went again, my heart. My stomach felt odd this time as well. As if there were little creatures flying about inside of it. That most certainly wasn't normal. I was going to have to get that inspected. Maybe I should tell Tino? For some reason, I felt I didn't want to.
You're weird. Get lost.
No way.
Leave me alone.
I can't.
Why not?
I'm worried about you. Moreover, you've hardly even talked to me since we met last Saturday, and we're teammates, not to mention we share a room. Is it so wrong that I want to know more about you?
Yes, actually it is. You're a bother. Stop talking. I'm just going to ignore you.
Lukas.
I kept my mouth shut, focusing intently on the words in the book, as if they meant something right now.
Lukas.
Stop saying my name, I thought. It's annoying. Why couldn't he just leave well enough alone?
Lukas!
There was urgency this time in his voice. What did he have to be so urgent about? All of this because of my stupid mistake? It was just a dream! I longed to shout. But I couldn't bring myself to. He sighed and moved away from me on the couch.
I'm going to find out one way or another.
That's what you think, I said to myself peering over the book at him.
We'll see, I replied.
He smiled. You talked to me!
I frowned and stuck my nose back into my novel.
He laughed. Again. That sound was getting nearly as annoying as that thing that kept me up all night.
All right, fine, I can tell when I'm not wanted.
Still smiling. Like he was the happiest guy in the world or something. What a weird person.
I'll see you later. Ah, I don't quite remember what it was I came down here for though...
He frowned, light blonde eyebrows crinkling together in thought.
The heck should I know, I grumbled.
His eyes lit up.
You ta-
Yes, I know how to talk, we've established that! Moron.
He laughed. Yet again.
That's right, I wanted water.
He had to make this much of a fuss just to get water?
Well...
He paused, pushing himself hesitantly to his feet. Just go! I thought. You're suffocating me. This air is way to heavy.
Bye, Lukas.
And with a final grin, he walked away and disappeared up the stairs.
What the hell, I thought he was down here to get water. I sighed, relaxing the muscles I hadn't even realized were tense, and let my head fall back against the couch. I could do without having to go through that again. Setting my book down on the coffee table, I curled up into a ball and lay the side of my face against a pillow. I felt exhausted, and I hadn't even moved. Slowly, I closed my eyes and began my decent into sleep. But not before hearing a last annoying laugh echo around the room. The laugh that was as obnoxious as his. That thing that kept me up until all hours with its noises. I frowned, covering my ears.
Stupid ghost.
O ~ O ~ O
I twisted my hands together nervously, stealing a glance at the tall, blue-eyed blonde who lay peacefully on the bed parallel to mine. He was looking over a textbook. It looked a little like science, but from here, I really couldn't tell. One would think that after a week of it, I would have gotten used to staying the same room as him. No dice. It was still as awkward as ever. Presumably, more awkward for me then him.
It wasn't like I disliked him. Not in the slightest. In fact, at times, I was grateful for him, who seemed to notice me more then anyone else in the house. He was always defending me, including me, even when I was simply studying alone, he would try to join in, as if trying to make me feel welcome. It wasn't a bad feeling. But it was strange; especially when I hadn't said or done anything that would warrant such kind actions. So it was awkward, because I didn't know how to ask him why he was doing such things for me, or even how to thank him for his kindness.
He was, a little scary, I would admit. He was always so silent and serious, it was hard to talk to him, and at times I got uncomfortable when we were alone. Like now. As far as I knew, Lukas was downstairs, reading or working, most likely sleeping. And besides him, I didn't really talk to many of our teammates. It wasn't as if anyone was unfriendly towards me of course! Quite the opposite, they were all very kind. But I was just too shy to really try becoming close with any of them. Despite Lukas's griping about him, I found Soren to be quite an interesting, and funny person, and besides my dear friend, he was the one I talked to the most. But even he already had Alfred and Matthew, and, I had noticed as of late, was growing closer to Ivan bit by bit.
Kiku had also been very friendly towards me. But then again, he was friendly towards everyone. He was already close to Yao, and now spent most of his time with his childhood ystävä or Ludwig and Feliciano. To be honest, it was rather lonely. I wasn't unhappy by any means, and I enjoyed my time with Lukas as much as I had before we came here, but it always felt as if we were the two outliers.
That was why I was so grateful for his kindness, you see. It made me feel welcome, even if he was a little nerve-wracking to be around.
"Tino, d' ya 'nderstand this p'rt of the book?" he asked suddenly, spectacle encased eyes staring at me from across the room.
"Ah, let me see it," I replied, jumping out of bed and shuddering at the feel of the cold wood beneath my feet. He sat up, and held it out for me to see, placing a slender finger beneath a single paragraph. Ah, so he was in chemistry. I was in AP, along with Soren, and I can honestly say that after one week, it was the single most tiring class I'd ever taken.
"Oh, that's stoichiometry," I explained, taking the book from him gently. "It's a little confusing at first, but you should get the hang of it after a while. It's just a matter of setting it up right, you know?" I smiled awkwardly at him. Was it too forced? Did he think it was weird? He blinked at me, cocking his head.
"Show me."
"Oh ah of course!" I stammered, surprised at the quiet authority in his tone. It was rare of him to order anything of anyone. Was he mad at me? I set the textbook down on his bed and glanced over the first problem on the page. "Y-you don't have a pencil do you?"
He nodded, picking one up that was hidden in the folds of his sheets, and handing it to me, holding on to it a little longer the necessary. I wondered if he was tired.
"Alright, so if you start here..."
I don't really know how long I talked. Maybe ten minutes, perhaps more. What I do remember is why I stopped talking.
"Ya h've really pr'tty eyes," he said suddenly, cutting into my speech about significant figures.
That got my attention.
"Wha-what?" I exclaimed, my heart fluttering nervously. "I, uh, thank you very much. They're really not anything special though. Not like yours."
His eyes truly were beautiful. Deep, sapphire orbs that were hidden modestly behind his glasses, contrasting perfectly with his straw-blonde hair. When I was this close, I could make out flecks of lighter blues, and the rich ring of pale yellow that sat outside his pupil. Compared to that, my eyes were such a boring, dull shade of brown.
"My eyes?" He stared at me. "Ya th'nk my eyes 're nicer th'n yours?"
I forcibly pushed down the heat rising to my cheeks. Why had I said something so embarrassing? He didn't want to be told something like that.
"Ah well, I mean, mine are so dull..."
"No, they're not. They're r'lly warm. I like them."
I was at a loss for words. It was certainly a very kind thing to say, but why would he? He didn't need to waste his time complimenting me. Besides, I wasn't really sure that was the type of thing acquaintances said to each other.
"Oh... well um..." I stared down at the book. How had the situation become like this? And why did he seem so calm? This certainly wasn't something to be calm over. My stomach lurched with butterflies as I felt the bed shift with movement.
"Th's st'ff is hard," he sighed, rolling over on his back. "How ab't we take a bre'k?"
Just like that, the topic of conversation changed. The pang in my chest faded, and I nodded enthusiastically.
"Sure! Um, but I'm pretty certain that everyone's busy right now..."
"That's ok. I w'nt to t'lk to you."
There they were again. Butterflies.
"Oh! Then, what did you want to talk about?"
We talked about everything. From classes to sports, from food to friends, and our old schools. Since Berwald was the only one from his school on our team, he had had been forced to leave all of his friends behind. Suddenly, I didn't feel so alone anymore. At least I had Lukas. Berwald didn't have anyone. I should try harder to be friends with him, I told myself. Maybe, with time, we'll become really close. The more I thought about it, that didn't sound so awful.
I smiled.
He laughed.
And everything felt good.
Because before I even realized, the nerves that had been tugging at my insides disappeared, and were replaced by a faint, pulsing warmth.
O ~ O ~ O
It fucking pisses me off.
Or rather, he does.
Him with his happy-go-lucky attitude, and that stupid grin of his, and his 'Lovi' this and 'Lovi' that.
It's disgusting.
I shivered at the cold rain that whipped around us as we trudged through the village. Why had I agreed to this again? Oh yea, cause I'm a fucking pansy, that's right. To make matters worse, we couldn't even find the stupid place, and those other two morons had disappeared. Literally, vanished. Stupid weather, getting us separated. Now I'm gonna have to carry everything myself. Oh well, at least he hadn't come along. That would be just like him, sticking his nose where it's not wanted. Like the other day. Damn bastard had been rooting through my stuff! He claimed he was looking for toothpaste, but I seriously fucking doubt it.
Anyway, my week has been miserable enough with out this weather. Besides the fact that my brother had practically been hanging off that potato bastard all week, I had to deal with being followed around by him practically every fucking day. Yes that's right, because of half of my freaking classes are with that dick, and I'll tell you this much, it's hella hard to pick up girls with some guy following you around! It scares them off...
OK fine. He didn't scare them off damn it. In fact every time HE showed up, they completely stopped paying attention to me and spent the rest of the time fawning over him.
It fucking pisses me off.
I mean, what's so great about him anyway? He's Spanish. Spain's not so great. I'm Italian. We used to rule the fucking world. Not to mention the fact that I'm ten times better looking and far more charismatic. And my cooking is a thousand times better. I don't understand why they picked HIM to be a cook- I would do a better job any day of the week.
Take Wednesday for example. There I was, messing around in kitchen cause I seriously wanted a cannoli, and who the hell pops up beside me?
Guess.
And he's bouncing around going, 'Lovi what are you doing?' 'Lovi let me help!' and 'you look so cute in that apron.'
What the fuck?
What real man wants to be told that he looks cute in an apron? Especially by another guy damn it! It was humiliating. And no, I did not turn ten shades of red and stutter and crap.
H-hell no.
I did what any guy would do, and punched him in the gut. I would have gone lower, but I know what that feels like, and it pains me to even think about it. And of course he just laughs, and the moron is holding his stomach so he's obviously in pain. And I'm thinking seriously? Why are you still here, I'm just going to hit you again. If it hurts just leave.
But nooooo. He's smiling that shitty smile of his and after he's done hunching over (cause my punches are that freaking fierce) he actually offers to help me. Me! I'm Italian, I know how to cook a dish from my own fucking country you ass! And of course he doesn't listen at all, and he starts adding and mixing and shit, and I'm lucky I jumped in before he completely ruined it because he clearly had no idea what he was doing.
'What are you doing you asshole? You probably ruined it!' I yelled. I was pissed as hell, cause damn it I really wanted a cannoli right then and I definitely didn't have enough ingredients to remake it. So I stick my finger in the bowl to taste it and make sure he hadn't completely destroyed the filling and what does he do?
He leans forward and licks it.
Right.
Off.
My.
Finger.
I should have shoved it down his throat and choked him to death, that bastard. And as I'm trying to think of what horrible torture device to use on him before his untimely demise, he fucking SMIRKS at me. Teeth and all.
'I don't know, Romano, I think it turned out all right.'
'You bastard! Shit you don't just take stuff off of people's f-fingers like that!'
And yes, that was a totally manly stutter right there.
And he gives me this look. Even now as I'm mulling over this whole series of events, it's a look I can't quite place. If I had to pick a word to describe it?
Predatory.
Like the wolf creeping up on the rabbit, poised to swallow him down in one fell swoop. Because for one single second, Antonio actually looks like he wants to eat me.
Talk about unnerving.
'You want me to give it back?'
And he's inching his face towards mine, with that dangerous spark still igniting those forest green eyes, and I can feel his breath...
And for once, I do the totally unmanly thing and yelp, scrambling away from him as fast as my wobbly legs can manage. Which, apparently isn't far, because I end up falling backwards onto my ass, and bringing the bowl of filling down with me. And I'm cursing and swearing under my breath because I've got white crap all over me, and I look up at the bastard who caused this mess, and he's just staring down at me all awe struck.
'You bastard are you going to help me or not?' I snapped. And he lets out this really heavy sigh and starts smiling again (his normal crappy smile, not... whatever that had been just a moment before) and shaking his head. Which I think means he isn't going to give me a hand until he bends down and takes the bowl from off my lap and offers, what I can only guess, is his best attempt at an apologetic look.
And I hate to say it but its pretty damn good.
'Sorry about that. Are you alright, Lo- Roma?'
And I want to shout, no you fucktard I'm not OK! My butt hurts, I'm covered in ricotta cheese, and you just scared the living shit out of me.
But I don't, cause I'm Italian and I have enough class to recognize that he's helping and as long as he's trying to make up for it, I should forgive him. Sort of. Mostly, I was afraid that he would go back to being the more bastardly form of the bastard he was that I had just witnessed and that he would leave me on the floor to clean it up myself.
Or worse.
Feliciano waves a box of pasta around in front of my face, but I'm not really listening as we wander around the grocery store. Because I'm still trying to decide what exactly happened back there. Had he gotten mad? Was that even possible for him? I mean, that stupid too happy personality does get irritating, but that other smile... It didn't really fit him.
Obviously because it made him look a lot more clever then he actually is, and that stupid smile of his meshes with his idiocy a whole hell of a lot better.
And then I realized that I've been thinking about him this entire trip.
And it fucking pisses me off.
O ~ O ~ O
To be honest, I tried to spend as little time around him as I could.
Not that I was afraid, for at this point in my life, fear was below me.
Perhaps it's because of his attitude, so self-loving and ignorant of the world around him.
Most likely, it's simply the smell of vodka that always seems to linger around him, and has increasingly begun to envelop our shared room in a thick haze.
Whatever the reason, my time rooming with the boy known as Ivan Braginski, had thus far not been a pleasant one. Of course, for Kiku, I put up a strong face, even going as far as to make conversation with him on occasion to ease his worried mind that I was uncomfortable with my living arrangements. He was my best friend, and I'd known him long enough to realize that if I told him I was unhappy about something, he would worry himself until he was sick. Literally, he would fall ill.
I glanced out my window at the pouring rain. Unrelenting, as usual in this country. How I longed for the Chinese countryside. I had not lived here all that long before I was sent an invitation to this school. Barely a year had I been settled in this country, and only several months at the school I attended with Kiku. He himself had left Japan around March of 2011, due to the terrible earthquake. He had been offered a scholarship to a school in Britain before the incident, and when his home was struck, he was sent out of the country to take advantage of the opportunity. His family remained, and in all honesty, I'm not entirely sure when the last time he'd spoken to them was.
Although we had spent little time in school together, all of our summer days before freshman year were spent with one another, enjoying the freedom that the both of us had been sorely deprived of for quite a time.
When he began school in late march, Kiku had lived in a boarding house, courtesy of the school's scholarship. One week later, he had moved in with my family and I, and we became nearly inseparable. So, one can imagine why it was so odd being apart from him for so long. After all, we had shared a room for over half a year prior to this. Now, between classes and homework, we barely had time to talk. Besides that, he was becoming good friends with Ludwig and Feliciano, and I didn't want to intrude on their time together.
My ears pricked as the door squeaked open. Wonderful, he was back already. I turned my attention back to the electronic in my hands. It was Kiku's, but we shared it, and traded off days. Today was mine. It was a secret, one that we'd never told my parents. They were always strict about using gadgets for fun, and if they knew that I had actually played a video game before, they would assuredly be angry. When we lived in my house, we would spend many nights up playing these games together, or messing around on his computer. I held back a tired sigh. I missed those days dearly.
"You know those others left, right?"
I frowned, keeping my eyes fixed on the screen. "What others?" I muttered, playing with the buttons.
"Hmmm... I think it was Feliciano, Ludwig, Arthur, and Alfred. Oh, and that other Italian went along too."
"Romano," I added, under my breath. "Where did they go?" I asked more loudly.
"To the town. They were getting food."
I bit my lip. It felt like poor Feliciano was doing a lot of the cooking as of late. I had prepared meals several times that week, but every time I offered to lend a hand, he waved me off, insistent that he do it himself. Of course, it wasn't just me. He never let Antonio or Francis help either.
"Ah." I glanced back out the window, pulling the curtains back completely so that I could have a better view.
"You are not going with them?"
I shrugged, watching as a droplet of rain rolled down the windowpane. "If Feliciano's there, they'll get everything they need. I have no reason to accompany them."
"Fair enough."
I heard him shift uncomfortably on his feet behind me, letting out an awkward cough.
"Look, if you've got something to say, just spit it out."
He laughed dryly.
"Nothing get's past you, does it?"
"It's a gift."
He laughed again, more quietly this time.
"You... dislike me, do you not?"
I tensed. I hadn't thought I was being that obvious. "I wouldn't say dislike... More like we're completely incompatible."
"Then, are you afraid of me?"
"No. You do not scare me in the slightest."
"Then why do you say we are incompatible? You are the only one in this house who has never looked at me with worry in your eyes. Even those who are more accepting of me now, were once cautious. But never you."
I shrugged. Truly I do not know why. He bothers me, and he is hard to put up with, but I am not afraid of him.
"Just because I am not wary of you does not mean that we are a similar type of people. Don't mistake my ability to put up with you for friendship. We are not friends."
"I never suspected as much."
I frowned, finally turning to face him. He looked nervous, tugging on the ends of his gray t-shirt. How interesting. "Then why are you asking me such questions? If you are already aware of how I feel, then I don't see what more I can tell you that you do not already know."
"Well..." He paused. "I was wondering if you could not change that opinion."
I snorted. "Not unless you give me reason to." He blinked, clearly startled.
"You said you did not dislike me, but then why do you avoid me? Do not think I haven't noticed," he pressed.
"Because although I do not dislike you, it is impossible for me to tolerate you. That is why we are incompatible," I explained impatiently. What was he getting at here?
He cocked his head and to my surprise, lowered himself onto the floor, leaning back on his hands and looking up at me. "And what exactly, makes me intolerable?" I grimaced.
"Well your drinking for one thing. I know that the drinking age in this country is quite lax, as I'm sure it was in your own, but I have never once had a drop of alcohol and the fact that it's scent is now engulfing my room leaves my stomach sick. Also, you're too self-centered. You stay up until all hours on your computer, texting, talking on the phone. Do you have any idea how hard it is to sleep with that kind of noise? I understand you must miss your friends, but if you have to talk to them at one in the morning, do it somewhere else. And while I'm being honest here, you seem to be completely ignorant of any culture besides your own, particularly when it comes to mine. I would appreciate you showing my homeland a little more respect."
I felt a little out of breath after all that. It had been quite a while since I'd really given some one a piece of my mind like that. I braced myself for the worst. Surely he would be angry after all that. I expected him to jump up and deny everything, in the headstrong manner he seemed to take everything else.
But he said nothing. Simply stared up at me with a thoughtful expression on his face.
"And if I changed all these things, you would find me tolerable?"
I nodded slowly, surprised at the calm of his tone. He laughed, genuinely amused.
"Well, that is easy. Alright Wang Yao, I accept your challenge."
"What challenge? I simply told you what I find intolerable about you."
"Exactly. I will fix all of that, and more."
"Ha! I don't believe you."
"I will."
"Really?" I slid my legs off the bed. "Well then how about we make it a real challenge? You have until the end of the semester to change in such a way that I would consider you tolerable. If you can, you win the challenge. If I can still find faults that bother me, I win. If I win, I get the room."
His eyes widened. "The room?"
"Yes. All to myself. You can find somewhere else in the house to stay. As long as we're not switching rooms with other people, we shouldn't get in trouble." He nodded slowly, pushing himself to his feet.
"Very well. But if I win, I get something as well. And you must be clear as to what you want from me, or it will not be fair. You can not judge me based on something I was not aware of."
"Fair enough," I agreed. "Then what is it you want?"
He smiled innocently and stuck his hand out for me to shake. "One date."
"What?"
"If you are so confident in your victory, then that shouldn't be a problem, correct?"
I scowled at him. What was he playing at? "Alright." I extended my hand hesitantly and grasped his own. "It's a deal then. Remember, one semester, Ivan Braginski, and not a day more."
He nodded, pulling away. "This will be fun, I think," he laughed. And with a wave of his hand, he walked out the open door, and disappeared. As soon as he was gone, I fell back against my bed, staring at the ceiling numbly.
Just what had I gotten myself into?
O ~ O ~ O
A/N: Well, there you have it ^^ I hope you guys liked all the stories. I had soo much fun writing from the other POV's. I'm so used to writing from Just Alfred and Arthur that this was a much needed break from the norm for me :D I was debating on posting this into it's own story (cause I'm planning on doing more of these throughout) but I wanted it to be easily accesible, and I wanted everyone who hasn't added me as an author, but has faved the story, to be able to read it as soon as those who added me ^^ I wanted to leave you all with something before I left, so I wrote for basically all my time on the computer for two days straight and I got it done! It's shorter then my usual chapters, but that's to be expected lol.
Also, I kind of tried to write each character a little different. Like in Lukas's part, their conversation isn't in quotes because you're hearing it in his head. Romano is remembering what happened, so the talking there is in apostraphes. I know Tino's part is pretty short, but their relationship is one of the sturdier ones at this point (even so, there hasn't been much sufin so I wanted to add it ^^) I think my favorite two are for Sure Lukas and Yao's lol.
And YES! I do love dark spain and he is going to make appearances once in a while. I figure I should explain this now, regaurding that. Antonio is 100% aware of his change in personality. He doesn't have a split personality, and he's not bipolar, that's just how he get's when he's irritated (which is pretty hard for him, so Romano must have really been pushing his button lately XD) which explains the "sorry" afterwards lol. But he will have his moments every so often, so be aware of that.
Dose russia seem a little OC here? Yea. And I know it. But I adore the softer, more human and genuinely kind version of Ivan as opposed to how people usually write him, all cruel and creepy... probably because I'm in love with him but never mind that XD I'm kinda picky about my Russia...
I'll update when I can! Thank you so much for everything, and I hoped you enjoyed it^^