*~*SO. I KNOW I SHOULD BE WORKING ON THE NEXT CHAPTER FOR "OPPOSITES ATTRACT" (My US/UK Fic~) BUT ME AND MY FIRENDS WERE RPING AND SHE HAS HER TEXAS OC AND WE WERE RPING THEM AS CHIBI'S AND WE WERE LIKE "WOULDN'T THEY LIVE TOGETHER AT SPAIN'S HOUSE, TECHNICALLY?" AND THUS THIS FIC HAPPENED IT'S UNBETA'D, SOOO... YEAH...~

ANYWAYS, PLEASE ENJOY AND REVIEW, AS ALWAYS~

Title: Le Rovine di Amicizia

Pairing: Texas (OC)/ Lovina, friendship pairing

Rating: T

Warnings: Swearing, tears, sadness, abuse, huma names

Summary: Lovina never expected to get attached to anyone, she was used to being solitary, but when this little Spanish colony comes into her life, will she finally give up this facade?

AND NOW, PLEASE ENJOY~

*~*THIS IS A LINE*~*

"Lovina. . . Romano. . .?" Spain prodded the two South Italian twins, who sat in their room, turning to glare at him as he entered the room.

"What do you want, cagna?" Romano spat at him, temper as untamable as usual when it came to the Spanish nation.

"T-There's someone I want you to meet, Roma! Don't be so mean to me!" he whined to the child, who just looked at him with a pout.

"Va bene, who is it?" he spat and Antionio sighed, rubbing the back of his next uncertain.

"Por favor, be nice to her, the two of you? She's new, but she's very sweet!" he left the room for a moment, and his coaxing could be heard quietly in the hall, "Come on, don't be shy!They won't hurt you, I swear! Come on!"

Lovina and Romano waited in the room, eyes locked on the door, waiting for another unfamiliar body to appear, waiting for someone to show up.

And they did.

A small girl, around their age, it seemed, with chocolate brown hair and deep, crimsion eyes, pale skin, a timid exterior, it seemed. They eyed her, evaluating her the moment she stepped into the room, but Romano was the first to speak once more.

"Who are you?" he asked, eyes narrowed slightly.

"I-I'm T-Texas!" the girl replied, hiding behind Spain's leg slightly, "B-Nut my human n-name is A-Amarilla Salinas!"

Lovina held onto Romano's hand tightly as they walked over to the young girl, glancing over her as she hide behind Spain.

"Well, don't fucking hide behind him! He won't protect you, he's a fucking pansy!" Lovina protested her with a pout, clinging to Romano slightly as Spain let out a laugh.

"Lovina, querida, don't be so mean to her, por favor? She hasn't done anything to you yet!" he said in good-naturdly, like the two girls were old friends, over having just met.

"Si, si, va bene, bastardo. . ." she mumbled under her breath, pouting as she looked at the girl, "Il mio nome va Lovina. . . Sud Italia. . ."

The girl only stared at her, rather confused and Lovina sighed.

"I said. . . my fucking name is Lovina, and I'm South Italy. So don't fucking confuse me with mia sorella, who's Nord Italia. North Italy." she finished introducing herself, tugging on Romano's sleeve, coaxing him to do the same.

"I-I'm Romano, I'm South Italy as well..." he said, usual cursing attitude gone for the sake of being kind in front of the girl as Spain smiled once more, patting the south Italies on the head lovingly.

"Now, get along with her, si? Don't go scaring her off!" he chuckled a little as Romano and Lovina turned to glare at him out of the corners of their eyes before waving them off and exiting the room, leaving the Spanish territories to themselves.

"Well. . . what do you want to do, dammit? This house is too fucking bog for us to show you around, we would fucking get lost!" Lovina exclaimed, huffing as she crossed her arms, turning the the red-eyed girl, who twidled her thumbs absent-mindedly.

"A-ah, what? O-oh! Well, you don't have to, you know. . . B-but, I guess, can we play a game? L-Like, jump-rope or something. . .?" She asked timidly and Lovina turned to Romano for a moment before nodding.

"Va bene. Follow us, and then you can show us how to play, uh... jump-rope... or whatever the fuck it is..." the girl giggled a little as she followed the two Italies, down many different stairs, getting lost a little bit even as they tried to reach the outside.

Once they did, Romano ran to get a rope, leaving Lovina with Amarilla for the moment.

"Cosi, why are you here? I mean, you don't seem very unwilling, and it doesn't seem like anyone bought you or something..." she questioned the girl, a bit of a sad look in her eye.

She had been given up to Spain by Austria, apparently, because one day she found her bags packed and the Spanish man and his sister standing at the door of Austria's home, warm, loving smiles on their faces as they picked up the two small children, who were in tears at this point. They were not crying over feeling unwanted as nations and as children, but at the fact that they had to leave their other half, thier only family that seemed to care, their twin halves; it destroyed them. They were nothing but bitter for the first few months in Spain, not listening to anything the two had to say, not doing any chores and, at points, refusing to eat the food unless it was specialy made Italian.

"U-Um, well. . . he found me! He found me and brought me back here! S-so. . . si. . . that's how. . ." she looked at the ground uncomfortably, hands behind her back as Lovina sighed, straightening her maid's uniform; the pink one she wore during the summer.

"Va bene. . ." she sighed, still waiting on Romano for the jump-rope, "So. . ."

The girl turned to her, a wide smile, hand extended.

"Do you. . . want to be friends?"