I'm so tired... it's 4:30 am over here... But I figured, you've all waited long enough. I apologize for the little amount of angst but be assured, next chapter it'll start up like wildfire! Please enjoy~
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Disclaimer: If I owned Hetalia, trust me, I wouldn't be writing right now ^^'' I only own my writing .
Warnings: Angsty!Romano? Sorry for OOCness And Human names used.
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"Cats are intended to teach us that not everything in nature has a purpose."
-Garrison Keillor
Lovi's POV
I have an addiction. Two actually and I'm not afraid to admit it.
One is a hot, tanned, fine Spaniard by the name of Antonio Fernández Carriedo and the other is the voice of Prince Royce. Just the voice though, he's not that fine. Compared to Spain, it's not even fair game... Why I love either? I don't even know so don't ask. It's not like I'm a teenage girl that needs to be told sweet nothings so that I don't think I'm ugly or something because I already know I'm fine as hell. Go ask Antonio. It's just...it reminds me of Spain. This is exactly something he would say if I ever let him sing to me. N-Not that I hear his songs and picture Spain's face or something ridiculous like that..
But, both these addictions had a big downfall. They worked together to make me happy. Sorta... well, I guess not because Antonio by himself is fine but Prince Royce without Antonio isn't good at all. It's like a steak sandwich without the steak. "All it does is depress me..."
"What depresses you, little brat?"
Ugh, how I hate his voice. So damn much...I looked over at Gilbert and just shook my head. And why was Antonio NOT here? Well, he could only take one more day off work since it was their busy season with the harvest and all but his boss promised us that when I was released from the hospital, he'd give him more time off. Now that's good and dandy but in the mean time, I'm getting babysat by Gilbert and Francis. Kill. Me. Now.
'Just one more day, Lovino. Tomorrow, you get discharged. Just survive until then...' Easier said than done. Though I must say, these assholes have been pretty nice to me. They don't try to feed me, read me stories, or talk to me. They're just...there. I could easily pretend they weren't there but I guess that didn't help. Which brought me to my problem. I...miss Spain. T-There! I said it!
'I miss him. I miss him reading stories to me, feeding me the tomatoes he'd sneak in here, petting me until I fell asleep... The bastard even stopped calling me! W-Whatever. It's not like I care...' Why do I enjoy lying to myself?
That night, I fell asleep to the sound of my ringing bell and Prince Royce's "Corazón Sin Cara." Hopefully, Gilbert couldn't hear me sniffling...
That asshole!
I was standing outside of the hospital, in the rain, glaring at my driver, who was clearly not Spain. "Now Valentine, you know you're my favorite driver and I deeply enjoy your company but...wasn't Antonio coming to get me himself?" I really hope that I was the only one who could hear my whiny tone...
Val, my ever loyal driver, just tipped his hat to me and shook his head. "I'm sorry, Master Lovino. I know the Master promised to meet you but he's running late in a business meeting and didn't want to keep you waiting. Mi dispiace (I'm sorry)... I know how much you wanted to see him."
You know what? I half expected this. So then why does my heart feel like a truck ran over it? I was so happy to finally leave this hellhole and now, I don't even want to go home. I merely nodded before getting in the car and sliding my headphones into my ears.
It was at times like these, in a lonely lime ride, on a rainy day, that having Prince Royce singing in my ears wasn't the best idea. I could literally feel myself getting more and more depressed by the mile and to make matters worse, my fucking bell won't stop ringing. Though, I suppose I shouldn't complain since I haven't had another vertigo attack lately. But still...it's so annoying. I tried moving around to quiet it down but it was just getting louder.
"Stop it already!"
That's when my face hit the back of the seat in front of me. All I could do was blink and look over at Valentine, whose foot was on the brakes. And as equally surprised. It was, at that moment, that I came to realize just how young...and attractive Valentine was. Silky, black locks that just reached his shoulders and those most beautiful set of azul eyes I've ever seen.
"Master Lovino?"
"Y-Yes?" I felt like I was in such a daze, whether from him or the smack in the face I just got when the car braked, I don't know. ...What the hell am I thinking? Have I really been so Spain-deprived that I'm looking at my driver?
"You're staring at me. I know I'm your driver and I'm supposed to be purely professional but if you keep looking at me like that, I won't be able to control myself."
…..this conversation just got awkward. As hell.
'Why the hell is my fucking driver hitting on me right now! M-Move your mouth, dammit! Speak, Lovino before he gets the wrong idea! And why is he coming closer?' I firmly planted my hands on his chest and held him at a descent arm's length. "V-Valentine, I-"
That's when I heard it.
The soft meowing of a cat stuck in the rain. I think he heard it too because he also raised his head to look around. "Master Lovino, look over there at that light post."
'I'm scared to turn around...what if he catches me off guard and drugs me to use my body and sell me into sexual slavery?'...Ok, maybe not that graphic but still. I finally managed to push myself out from under Valentine's body (when did he get on me?) and peeked my head out the window. Sure enough, there was a box that read 'Gatitos Gratis' (Free Kittens) in bold, black sharper. Who the hell leaves a box of kittens out in the rain? These dumb asses...I unlocked the car door and stepped outside into the steady rain.
"Master Lovino, stop! If you get sick, it's on my head!"
I just glared at him before kneeling down to the box. Inside were two small kittens wrapped in an obviously wet blanket. As soon as they saw me, they immediately started meowing so pathetically, I couldn't just leave them there.
Let's just say that we made a pit stop at the pet store for beds, toys, cat food and collars.
When we finally arrived here, I quickly got everything in one hand and the kittens in my other hand. I needed to get out this car as soon as physically possible. On the ride home, Valentine kept trying to talk to me, as if he hadn't just hit on me. Bastard...but whatever. I'll get my stuff, turn my back, and no one will ever know about this.
Or so I thought
For some damn reason, Valentine decided to walk me to the door. Why? Cuz he's an asshole. We just kinda looked at each other before I opened the door. More awkward silence.
"H-Hehe, I guess this is my stop. Thanks for drivin-"
"If you ever get sick of being ignored, call me. I'll treat you better than he ever could."
Then he kissed me.
On the cheek, of course but still.
I was still trying to process what happened even as I shut the door in his face. I leaned my head against the door and set the bags down.
'Am I being ignored...?'
T-That's ridiculous...right? I looked down at my box of kittens and did something silly.
I talked to them.
"Did that really just happen?"
And they nodded. They fucking nodded!
"Did what just happen, mi Lovi?"
I almost dropped those poor kittens.
There, clad in only a towel around his hips, was the source of ALL my problems. My tanned idiot. I don't even want to know what kind of face I had on because he took one look at me and came over to cup my face. "Que pasa, mi amor? (What's wrong, my love?) You look scared..."
I don't know what's wrong with me. I've been away from him plenty of times in the past with no guarantee of coming back to him and yet, not seeing him for a week feels like he's been gone a whole year. His hands felt like silk against my cold skin and I almost didn't mind when he set the box to the side and picked me up.
"Oh, mi Lovi. You have no idea how hard this last week has been...I've missed you so much. Did you miss me?" He was looking down at me with such hopeful eyes...
I should really learn to bite my tongue.
"M-Miss you? Please! It was only a week! W-We aren't some love-sick teenagers that need to be with each other every minute of every day, right?"
Dammit! Why do I say exactly the opposite of what I mean? Of course I missed him! I missed him more than tomatoes and Jersey Shore and that's saying something! S-So, then why couldn't I just say that...?
"Lovino."
That snapped me out of my head. Antonio rarely uses my full name, let alone when it's just the two of us.
"We may not be teenagers anymore, but I'm still very lovesick. Cúrame? (Cure me?)"
….I swear this bastard does this on purpose! He says the most embarrassing things in the most unbelievably adorable way just to make me blush like a fucking tomato.
"I-Idiot...you're saying stupid things again..." I placed my hands over my face so that he wouldn't see my face but it was far too late. He brought me closer and started petting my head like he did when I was little and couldn't sleep. It was then that I realized two things: One, I was sleepy as hell and two, my ringing had stopped. How did I not notice...?
I think that Spain finally noticed I was half asleep because he moved to the couch and proceeded to cradle me closer. That was when I realized something else. Antonio was still in just a towel. And I was on his lap.
"A-Antonio...maybe you should put some clothes on...you might get sick (a hard on) and get me sick too (horny)."
The bastard just chuckled and wrapped a blanket around me. "Mejor (Better), mi Lovi?"
"N-No! I meant for you! You'll get sick. Look, even your hair is dripping wet." I took a hold of a chocolate-colored curl and sighed. "What are you ever going to do without me...?" I slowly untangled myself from the blanket's evil clutches and went to the guest bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror and almost groaned aloud. My cheeks were an embarrassing shade of red and my hair was a mess. I looked like a complete mess. Anyone would guess I just finished having sex.
The actual answer was slightly more pathetic.
I took one last look at myself before getting a fresh towel and walked out only to gap at the sight before me.
Let me tell you, there's something very...strange and erotic about a barely clothed man playing with kittens. Or at least I thought so.
"Lovi! Why didn't you tell me you bought us gatitos! Ellos son absolutamente adorables! (They are absolutely adorable!). But not more than you, claro (of course).
I just fought my blush down before sitting down next to him and slowly drying his hair. Every silky, curly, little strand. He'll never know it but I have an undying love of drying his hair...I love his hair.
"Hey, Lovi? How come they don't meow?"
….what?
I looked down at the two kittens and he was right. I haven't heard a single meow since I picked them up at the light post. "But why...? The reason I found them was because I heard them meowing..." Oh great. Fucking great. Now Spain is looking at me like I was freaking crazy. First, deaf. Now, crazy. Nice.
"Well, maybe they're mute." Mute cats for a deaf person. It doesn't get much better than this.
Antonio easily sensed my mood change and was quick to change the subject. "So, what should we name them? I checked them and we have a boy and a girl. I'll name one if you name the other?"
Sounds fair. Besides, I suck at naming things. Ask my teddy bear, Mr. Teddy. I looked at both the kittens before picking up the gray and black tabby.
"That's the girl."
I could tell. She had the most piercing green eyes, second only to my lov-bastard's. "Luna. She looks like a Luna." Why I chose that name? I don't really know but she seems to like it so I guess it's OK. I glanced over at Antonio who nodded and picked up the orange tabby with the fluffiest tail you've ever seen. "He looks like a Mono." He really did. Even his eyes were golden.
"I like it. So, I guess we have two new roommates." I don't think they liked that term very much because they all just looked at me strangely. "What...?"
"They're not roommates, Lovi. They're our new children."
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And just like that, I apparently have two new children. A boy and a girl, both 8 pounds 3 ounces and here's the kicker: mute. What the hell are the chances of me finding a pair of mute kittens? But whatever Mute or not, these kittys live like kings. Antonio set up their beds in our, I mean his room and they were happily sleeping. Carino...(Cute)
"Lovi?"
I looked back at Spain and had to really try hard not to smile. He was laying in a very poorly made bed that was obviously made at the last minute. He must've have tried to change it while I was changing into my tomato pj's. I closed the bedroom door and crawled up to the bed. "I see that you've changed the covers."
My bumpkin just smiled and wrapped his arms around my waist. Is it bad that I enjoyed it way more than I should? Wasn't I still supposed to be mad at him for no apparent reason? Y-Yeah! I was still made at our whole situation. I know now what all the perfume and shit was about but that didn't take away from the fact that he still left me alone every night to go drinking. It isn't fair and he knows it. But I guess now, it's all going to change...why the hell am I thinking so damn much at 1 am? This bastard needs to rock me to sleep, dammit!
"Are you sleepy, amor?"
Should I give him the satisfaction of being right? I don't see why not, since I really am tired. I nodded slowly and closed my eyes. Maybe it was time for me to go to sleep anyway...my ringing was starting up again and I could already feel the beginning of a migraine.
Thankfully, my bastard got right to it. He pulled me closer with one hand and ran his other hand through my stiff, 'I've-been-in-the-hospital' hair. But he pet me anyway...and as my bell got louder and my eyes started drooping, I let out something I shouldn't. I told him the truth.
"I missed you..."
And then I fell asleep.
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Names for kittys are real. They're my grandmother's cat along with 2 others and yes, they are mute ^-^ Oh and Mono in spanish is literally "Monkey" but its also slang for "Blonde".
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