"Lucianna, Antonio. I'm home!" called Lovino as he came inside his home, which was surprisingly quiet…too quiet. He set down the bags he'd been holding on the kitchen counter and took off his sweater and went looking for the pair with extreme caution. He searched everywhere he could think of, the living room, bath room, dining room, but found no signs of life form so he went upstairs to the second floor.
He searched his room, his daughter's room, bathroom and even the guest room, but again found no one. "Where the hell are they?" he asked himself more worried about the house than their wellbeing. Walking out of the room he heard faint voices and footsteps above him. "Oh that's right," he said snapping his fingers, "I told them to clean out the attic." He made his way towards the attic where he is greeted by a sight he was not expecting. Antonio was holding fake bull horns on his head while his 7-year-old daughter was holding an old red blanket to her side.
Just as the Spaniard was charging towards her (again apparently) he yelled "ANTONIO!" causing him to trip and both he and his daughter stumble into a giant ball of dust.
"That was fun, let's do it again!" said Lucianna giggling as Antonio coughed.
Lovino was now boiling in anger "What the hell are you doing you ass hole!" he yelled.
"papá, that's a no-no word. Swear jar." She said pulling out a jar out of thin air which has several euros…half the jar, to be exact. Lovino has been trying not to swear (trying being the key word) for the sake of his daughter.
The Italian pulled out a coin from his pocket and let it fall with the rest. "Ok…let me rephrase that," he said pinching the bridge of his nose, "What on earth are you doing you idiot?"
"Swear jar!" she yelled, again holding up the jar.
"What? I didn't swear!" he said turning his attention to the small girl.
"The last word is a no-no word"
"No it's not"
"Is too"
"Is not!"
"Is too!"
"IS NOT!"
"IS TOO!
"FINE!" he said dropping another coin in the jar angrily. Lucianna happily skipped back to her father hugging the jar.
"I thought I said clean up, not make a bigger mess!" he said trying not to yell. "Antonio was about to defend himself when he was cut off.
"Yup, but we got bored and papi found the horns and an old blanket in a box and we came up with this game to entertain ourselves," Lucianna said cheerfully. Lovino turned to look at the Spaniard next to him with an angry glare.
Antonio immediately raised his hands in defense "don't blame me…"
"I blame you" he said irritated. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, "you know what? Just go tuck Lucianna in bed, I'll clean this mess." They left the room leaving Lovino behind. The Italian watched as the pair left with a small smile on his face. He couldn't help but think of how much Lucianna looked like his father. She had long hair that went to her lower back, same chocolate-brown as Antonio, with a tomato hair clip keeping her bangs from her face and same mocha skin and green eyes. Heck! She even had the same personality. The only thing Lucianna got from Lovino was the curl that stuck out the side of head. But that made him love her even more.
On the other side of the house, Antonio was desperately trying to get her daughter to sleep but Lucianna, being her 7-year-old self, had other plans in mind and it didn't help that her room had so many bright colors. Her walls were a light green with yellow curtains on her windows, her bed was white with yellow bed sheets and pillow. her night stand was also white with a tomato shaped lamp. she also has a giant tomato beanbag (were they got it, no one knows).
"Luci, please do you want to have a dead father?"
"You're so silly papi," she said as she bounced up and down on her bed "why would I have a dead father?"
"Because if you don't go to sleep now your dad is going to kill me!" he said causing the girl to giggle. "Oh you think it's funny? Let's see if you're still laughing when you find my body floating in the river."
Lucianna bounced a couple of times before sitting on her bed, "he's not going to kill you, papá loves you" she said falling back on her bed lazily. Antonio smiled at her and kissed her forehead.
"Ok, time to sleep"
"I don't wanna!" whined Lucianna. Antonio was about to lose it when he thought of something.
"I know, how about I read you a bedtime story?" she nodded and they both headed to the library on the first floor. They had hundreds of books, most Antonio never even heard off. When they got there he told her to pick the book she wanted him to read, which she immediately did. She came back with a book in her hands and sat by the fire in her dad's lap. "So what book did you chose"
Lucianna handed him the book and he pouted, "The three musketeers?"
"I like that book" replied Lucianna.
"No, no, no this book is no good. I'll tell you the story of a better trio."
"Which one?" asked Lucianna in a curious tone.
"The bad touch trio."
Sup people duckling here QUACK! So you already met Lucianna she is another one of my OCS, she is the personification of Barcelona and I give half the credit of this character to my friend captain Alex. Anyways I don't have a lot to say sooooo….DUCKLING OUT, QUACK! No wait I lied, next chapter is England and France and their daughter Isobel. Ok now DUCKLING OUT, QUACK!
