Author's Note # 1: Yeah, this note is gonna be a little long coz I surprisingly have so much to say. Hahaha, shoot me for being so talkative. *shot*
Being in college isn't helping me update any faster. Oh well... And researching about places in Spain wasn't as easy as I thought. But at least I made their date a little more authentic. (And sorry if I get any of the names or info wrong; the internet isn't 100% reliable.)
Since I have zero inspiration for writing Fairy Tail fics at the moment, I'm taking out my frustration on Hetalia. So I went and made another fic. Please check it out if you have time. XD
And just for randomness, I think I just developed a crush on a certain Hungary. I blame fanart for making her so cute. Kesesese~ (Hell, why did use Prussia's laugh? Oh, I know why... O.o)
Okay, back to the story. Descriptions of the places are inspired by Wikipedia and some other random sites. Enjoy!
Part 5: Love and Lizzy
"What do you mean you can't come out? Did your brain forget how to turn a doorknob?"
"B-But Lovi... I'm not used to wearing something like this. Can't I wear something... normal?" Antonio answered from the other side of the locked door.
"Damn it! Quit acting like you just wore a mini skirt for the first time."
"That's not really..."
"I know, I know. Stupid simile, I get it. Just come out already, bastard."
"But..."
"You can wear a sexy matador outfit just fine but you get all conscious when I ask you to wear something elegant? Geez, Tonio..."
Lovino's jaw dropped when the door slowly flung open and revealed an uncharacteristically fidgety Spaniard.
"You think my matador outfits are... sexy?" he asked in a more timid tone than usual.
Words failed Lovino as he continued to gawk at the Spaniard. Antonio was clad in a formfitting red pinstripe shirt topped with a stylish black vest. He wore a pair of black slacks that hugged the contours of his muscular legs and black suede shoes with yellow accents. His usually tousled hair was slicked to one side, revealing more of his handsome features. Not to be outdone, Lovino sported a white blazer over a black shirt, slacks similar to Antonio's but less formfitting, and classy dress shoes.
"Uh, Lovi?"
"What?"
"How do I look?"
"Caliente..."
Realizing what he just said, Lovino quickly placed a hand over his mouth and tried to hide his embarrassment. Antonio, caught off guard by the boy's statement, felt his face becoming flushed and gave a terse chuckle.
"Easy on the compliments, Lovi; you're making Boss blush," Antonio teased, gently drawing the flustered boy into his arms.
Lovino found himself clinging on to him as he buried his face into the Spaniard's chest in a desperate attempt to hide its rosy tint.
"Is Jefe's cute little henchman actually hugging back?"
"Shut up! Just shut up and hug me for as long as you want. When we get outside, I don't want you doing this anymore. Got it, bastard?"
"Where to, Lovi?" Antonio asked as he closed the hood of his SEAT Altea.
"Barcelona, bastard. We're going to Parc Güell first, then to the El Born district. After that, let's find a restaurant somewhere in the city. If we still have time, maybe we can pass by the Magic Fountain of Montjuic."
"Wow, you really have this trip planned out."
"Shut up! I've… always wanted to visit Barcelona. It's sort of a secret dream of mine."
"I'd be glad to make your dream come true, Lovi."
"Shut up and drive, bastard!" Lovino jeered, looking away as he felt blood rushing to his cheeks again.
If you really wanna make my dream come true… Never mind.
It was almost noon when they arrived at their first destination: Parc Güell. Parc Güell was originally a commercially unsuccessful housing site, eventually being converted into a municipal garden. There are several mosaic artworks within the park, the most notable being the multicolored mosaic dragon at the main entrance. Perhaps the main attraction was the terrace which was surrounded by a long bench shaped like a sea serpent. The view from there was spectacular.
"Hey, Lovi, take a picture of me and that cool dragon thing," a giddy Antonio said as they approached the entrance.
"You're acting like a little boy with a bad case of sugar rush," Lovino grunted.
"You know I don't go to places like this often."
"It's your country, you idiot! You need to get out more."
"I don't need to get out. I'm perfectly happy in the house with you, Lovi."
""S-shut up and say 'cheese' already, dammit."
The Italian was in the process of taking the picture when a large figure slammed into him and sent him crashing to the ground. Antonio quickly ran over to him and helped him to his feet.
"That... hurt, you damn... Huh?" The boy's jaw dropped when he saw who had collided with him. "What are you doing here?"
"Trying to get away from two persistent pests," the man replied in a placid, almost monotonous voice. He eyed the boy clinging to his Spanish companion, all the while twirling a vintage pocket watch in his right hand. "I'm sorry, I need to..." he started, the stress showing in his face, but was cut off by a yell that came from the sea of people around them.
"Hey, Roddie! Come back!" the voice had said.
The man's face became grim, his eyes clearly showing hints of unease from behind his glasses. He placed the watch back into his pocket and sighed out loud. "Guess I've been caught," he said.
"Great," Lovino started, "first it was the burger bastard from America and his stupid British boyfriend. Now it's the piano bastard from Austria? Why do I keep running into you guys?"
Roderich casually shrugged off his comment but instantly froze when he felt a hand gently landing on his shoulder.
"Hey, Roddie, I said I was sorry. Come on, running away like a cute little princess in a fairy tale is... Well, it's awesome, but not as awesome as me. And it's also embarrassing, so..."
The Austrian shot the man behind him a deathly glare, prompting him to take a few steps back.
"Hey Gilbert!" a still very much jumpy Antonio suddenly exclaimed. "Mi amigo, what brings you to Spain?"
The platinum-haired, red-eyed man turned his attention to the Spaniard and a smile instantly beamed from his pale face. He wrapped an arm around the unsuspecting Austrian's waist, causing him to let out a shrill yelp of surprise.
"The awesome me and the prissy princess here are vacationing in Spain for a few days. Kesesese~"
The German's trademark cackling made Lovino cringe. "Is everyone having a date in Spain? I'll be damned if we suddenly run into..."
"There you are!"
Roderich's composure completely shattered when a woman's voice echoed throughout the bustling park.
"Gilbert, please tell me that wasn't..."
"I wish I could, Roddie. That would be awesome but I think it really is..."
A flash of light and a click from a shutter came their way. The four men turned towards the direction of the light and found a familiar woman wearing a rather wide grin on her face and holding a Polaroid camera in her hands. She snickered and winked at the panicky Austrian.
"Elizaveta! I told you not to take stolen photographs of me and this..."
"...awesome hunk of a guy! Kesesese~" Gilbert said, finishing Roderich's statement himself and receiving a light punch on his shoulder. "Hey Lizzy, don't forget to send me some copies, 'kay? And add some of those pictures of Roddie in his girly nightgown."
"Will do, Gilbo," the Hungarian happily replied.
"It's not a nightgown, you... Wait, you take pictures of me... sleeping?"
Elizaveta's eyes sparkled with excitement. "Of course! What else do you think I do when I can't sleep at night? Have a nice chit-chat with Lili on the phone? No, Vash will kill me if I kept her up that late."
"I demand that you give those pictures to me!" Roderich sternly said, only to be met with another flash of light.
"Sorry Roderich," she jeered, "but acting cute won't help you here."
They saw the Austrian's face turn different shades of crimson before he turned around and made a mad dash through the crowd of people.
"Not awesome. He still thinks we're re-enacting 'Runaway Bride'? Roddie watches too many movies," the albino whined.
"After her! I mean... him," Elizaveta exclaimed as they rushed off to chase after him.
Having faded into the background during the trio's conversation, Antonio and Lovino felt relief wash over them as they were finally alone again. Antonio smiled nervously at the still confused Italian.
"Spain sure is attracting a lot of tourists, eh Lovi?"
"I guess that's good. With its fucked up economy and stuff, it needs all the tourists it can get."
"So Lovi, how about that picture?"
"U-Uh, yeah. Go stand over there and look pretty."
Once again, it took a while for Lovino to process what he actually said. A blush appeared on his face and he mentally cursed himself for his "poor" choice of words.
This day's just getting started, Lovino. Pull yourself together...
TO BE CONTINUED...
Author's Note # 2: First, thank you to shoujolovesUSUK for making me laugh. A few minutes before uploading this chapter, she sent me a pm asking me why I haven't updated yet. Seriously, that was a funny coincidence. And gosh I hate school for barely giving me time for fics. XD
Uh, yeah. Sorry, couldn't resist adding that silly threesome there. (And they're not the last nations Tonio and Lovi will encounter.)
And sorry for the "fucked up economy" comment that Lovi made. I have no idea what kind of economy the country of passion has. I just wanted Lovi to be mean as always. *shot again*
Again, thank you all for reading and supporting this story. :)
