Oh, hello there good friends and/or good strangers. Whatever you prefer to be called. So I updated this and yeah…yay…this is sort of short and sort of crappy and sort of a filler and sort of makes me very ashamed. Thank you for reading it though! It's very nice of you! :) Please enjoy this chapter six thing that is another chapter and have fun doing whatever you do next in your day…
If I owned Hetalia it would be full of crappily drawn characters and poorly developed plot lines. You should be happy I don't own Hetalia.
Chapter Six: Very Masculine
If there was one thing that Lovino Romano Vargas would never do, it would probably be asking a girl for help, it would actually be more accurate to say that he didn't like asking anyone for help, he considered it as admitting to a weakness and Lovino Romano Vargas would never admit to any weakness. People just considered that as another thing that his special little snowflake of a brother was better at and the older Italian had enough of that to last him an entire fucking life time.
Still, despite his hatred of asking for help -especially from a girl-, Lovino still somehow found himself ambling slowly over to Lucia -fucking- Bondevik who was sitting alone at a table, eating a salad -what a typical girl- and studying. Lovino didn't know what he was expecting, her surrounded by friends? Gossiping about Lovino's stupidity in class? Okay, that last one was actually very likely and he was sure just about everyone in his Quantum Mechanics class was laughing at him with their friends. It had always happened back in Italy, so why not here in Ireland?
"Umm…excuse me?" Lovino asked as politely as he could as he approached the small round table Lucia was seated at. He probably would have been harsher -most likely along the lines of 'oi, fuckface!'- but seeing as he was trying to make a seemingly good impression on the girl, that wasn't exactly the best idea.
Lucia glanced up at Lovino, an extremely bored and disinterested look on her face, before hitching an eyebrow and staring back down at her book. Now that Lovino was actually close up he realized that she was neither eating a salad nor studying. Instead the girl was eating some weird food that seemed like a mix of fish and something almost like seaweed bit still distinctly wasn't. Instead of reading some large-ass math textbook like the Italian was expecting, Lucia instead was reading a book about Norse Myths.
"Yes." She muttered as she continued to scan through her book, all the while continuing a steady flow of…whatever the hell she was eating.
"Listen, you're good at the Quantum Mechanics shit and I'm not. I need a tutor. You seem to understand it. Must I elaborate anymore?" Lovino quickly spewed out, wanting to get it over with sooner so that he get studying sooner and pass the retarded with at least somewhat decent marks.
"No, please elaborate." Lucia dead panned as she set the book down and flipped a strand of her much too long pale blonde hair over her shoulder, all the while watching Lovino with cold purple eyes. The Italian shivered under her gaze, it was seriously fucking horrifying and he was just waiting for the moment that she took the cross hairpin that was resting in her hair and stabbed him with it.
Lovino grunted and rolled his eyes before slamming his hands down hard against the lunch table. It drew a few stares from tables near by but didn't even make the cold girl blink.
"I need a tutor," Lovino began as he swallowed down the last sliver of pride he had left in his body, "and you're very well introduced in this subject. So I thought that perhaps you could teach me all the shit I need to know."
"You do know that I would literally have to teach you everything from the beginning?" Lucia pointed our as she leaned forward in her seat ever so slightly.
"Yes." Lovino replied between gritted teeth. Great, his dignity would also be taken away that day, and by a girl no less.
"You do realize that this will take up a large majority of both of our free times?" Lucia continued to talk, acting as if Lovino had never spoke a word to her..
"Yes." The Italian answered forcefully. It was taking all of his willpower not to flip out and start cussing at this girl who was taking her sweet damn time to point out the obvious.
"I guess I could, but we'll either have to study in the library or in your dorm." Lucia finally concluded, leaning back in her seat at she did so. Lovino nearly sighed with relief, key word being nearly.
"Okay."
"Here is my number, we meet tonight after dinner in the library at six p.m. sharp." Lucia said in a very authoritative voice as she etched out a random combination of numbers on a small ripped out piece of napkin in neat handwriting before handing it over to Lovino. "If you're even one second late I will simply leave and wish you luck for whatever exam we have next."
"And where, exactly, in the large fucking expanse that this school calls a library do you plan to meet?" Lovino asked impatiently. He was starving and still hadn't had any lunch yet, plus just thinking about this shit irked him off. The schools library was literally just about as large as the entire state of fucking Rhode Island over in America.
Lucia seemed to ponder this for a moment, well seemed to. She still had an extremely stoic and somewhat bored expression on her face, but her eyes flitted up to the ceiling for a moment and I guess that's sort of a pondering thing…
"At the tables behind the sciences section, that's on the first floor and you can easily find it if you come in through the North entrance." Lucia dead panned as she turned her attention back to the book of myths she was reading and the weird fish thing she was eating. "You may leave now."
"Whatever." Lovino mumbled as he turned from the scene and stalked away.
"Wait," Lucia cried out, well not really. It was more like she said it in an extremely emotionless voice that was raised ever so slightly above her normal pitch of speaking but same difference. "If you meet an annoying Dane, I wasn't here."
"Whatever." Lovino repeated as he continued to stalk away. What sort of request was that anyways?
Antonio couldn't help but notice the almost empty feeling that occupied him when he walked into the cafeteria, or perhaps that was just the cafeteria being practically empty. Other than the twenty or so kids from his class there were about another two classes that sat in clustered groups across the cafeteria either chatting happily or stuffing their faces. A few were studying for some first day exam some asshole of a teacher decided to give out and Antonio pitied them, having luckily not run into a teacher like that in his few days here and he hopefully never would.
Antonio was snapped out of his thoughts by Gilbert hurriedly pulling him across the room and into one of the food lines, nearly yanking his arm out of its socket in the process.
"What's the rush?" Antonio snapped as he quickly retrieved his arm from the self-proclaimed Prussians grasp, rubbing the place that he was tightly holding onto. Antonio was sure it would be bruising by the end of the day.
"There's German food today!" Gilbert squealed like a little girl which promptly caused the Spaniard to role his eyes. Of course he would be excited over this. "I can feel you rolling your eyes back there!"
Antonio mock gasped at his friends claim. "What ever would cause you to think that, Gilbert!"
"It's a sixth sense I've developed from living with Monika for my entire life." Gilbert responded very nonchalantly as he grabbed a tray of food from the front of the line. Antonio glared disdainfully down at the foreign German food that was laid out before him, nothing really appeasing to his Mediterranean taste in food.
"Try the wiener schnitzel and potato salad, it's better than any of that Norwegian crap over there." Gilbert offered, seeing Antonio's look of distaste before turning to glare angrily at the line for Norwegian food next to them where a small girl with really long and really thick silver hair was grabbing a tray from.
"Alright then…" Antonio responded uncertainly as he made a random guess as to which was whatever sort of food Gilbert was talking about. Apparently it was correct because the Prussian simply nodded and happily walked off to the table that the two of them along with Francis had claimed as theirs.
"Alright," Gilbert began as soon as the two of them had sat down, "I know Francy-pants isn't here yet and all, but I really want to talk about the prank I've made up and a plan on how to carry it out without being caught."
"I thought you said you already had a plan?" Antonio questioned as he shoved the potatoes around his plate, not exactly wanting to eat them. Sure he had had potatoes in Spain but he hated the way the German's cooked them, plus tomatoes are much better.
"I guess you thought wrong, because I most certainly did n- Francis! My man!" Gilbert interrupted himself as the bell rang and the Frenchman practically sprinted into the cafeteria as if he had been waiting just outside of the room for just this moment.
"Ah, bonjour Gilbert, Antonio. I will be right back." Francis replied, seeming slightly flustered as he slow jogged into a random food line before heading back to their table. "Now, what were we discussing over here?"
"Yes, we were plotting out prank number one of the year!" Gilbert said happily, sounding once again like a school girl who's Sempai had finally noticed her.
"Oh, of course. Whipped cream and one of the girls toilets, oui?" Francis questioned, tilting his head slightly.
"Ja! Now, the basic outline of it is very basic and quite elementary. I actually did pull it back in elementary, but hey! That's why we start from the worst prank and end with the best!" Gilbert smiled before pulling the two other boys into the center of the table and whispering his plan to them.
"That is literally the shittiest prank ever. And that's coming from the guy who once thought that filling a students locker with marbles was the best prank in the world." Antonio deadpanned as he thought back to when that had happened. It was the last time that he ever thought he could trust someone enough to give them his locker combination, which was a stupid move of him even at the age of ten.
"Gilbert, I will have to agree with Antonio on this one. That is literally retarded." Francis agreed.
"But thats the point! We start crappy and we get better and better as the year goes by." Gilbert whined.
"Yes, but if we start with something as stupid as that then when we pull some grand finale and reveal ourselves, or whatever, I'm pretty sure half of the school is going to look back and think 'hey! These were the amateurs who pulled that one so called prank at the beginning of the year!' They would completely ignore our last feat and focus on the fact that we were the losers who carried out your loser plan." Antonio ranted to Gilbert.
"Well, do you have a better plan?" Gilbert snapped back as he crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair, an angry pout on his face.
"As a matter of fact, yes I do." Antonio responded back smartly. "It still involves one of the girl toilets but is a little more, how would you say it, explosive."
"You have me hooked." Francis smiled evilly, as if already imagining what Antonio was planning, which was most likely incorrect but the Spaniard would let him keep his dirty fantasies for now. Gilbert simply grunted at this.
"Okay, here's my plan." Antonio mused before leaning into the table which caused the others to do so as well, one rather reluctantly may I add. As Antonio whispered out his plan and the materials necessary Gilbert seemed to warm up more and more to the plan until he was smiling just as widely and evilly as Francis had been doing just a minute ago.
"Well, Antonio, I must say that that is quite genius." Francis admitted as the Spaniard finished his plan. "Maybe it could even replace Gilbert's number one."
"No way!" Gilbert shouted angrily at his friend, jumping out of his seat and drawing a few unwanted stares from around the room. "Still, I guess Antonio's plan is good enough. We will initiate it tomorrow. Bad Touch Trio lunch meeting of awesomeness is adjourned!"
"Wow, Gilbert, I didn't know you knew such large words!"
Wow, Ginger, I can't believe how totally shitty that was! Yeah, sorry about that but I just lazed out and this is sort of a filler. Sorry, again. I know that Lovino was sort of sexist and all that but I feel like he would always sort of see girls as hard to talk to and feel like asking one for help to sort of dent his masculinity or what not. I would also like to say that there will be side ships (no fucking duh) and the two main characters aren't gonna hook up right away and will be doing the dating thing with other people before they actually do start the dating thing with each other. Or at least Antonio will, Lovino's just gonna be hot and single and such. Okay, I really am happy that you've read this and that you've made it this far into it and haven't decided I'm totally crap writer or whatever! Feel free to follow or favorite and reviews are appreciated but not required! Thank you for enjoying this chapter, and if you didn't I'm sure there'll eventually be one that you like.
