R&R Hetalia's not mine for if it was, you would know! (or you wouldn't actually cause it most likely woudn't really exist seeing as I was but a toddler when it came out...)
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They came up onto a group of trees that were bunched together and very large. When looking up you would see wooden bridges going from each tree to the next in a bit of an octogonal shape. The base was basically a giant treehouse. Still Lovi was in awe at how well constructed it was...
there were even stairs for those who didn't wanna climb the ladder of take the "elevator" up. She chose the "elevator", which was a a platform on a rope that was pulled up with a system of pulleys, so that she could see the sights and so that she could stick with Toni and Alfred.
They quickly went to the main house in the center. She closed her eyes tightly while crossing, not wanting to look down and become scared.
She hated hieghts for personal reasons. That, and they just scared the crap out of her. She was holding the rope on the sides with her whole being...at least she was until the giant russian meat wall named Ivan picked her up and carried her across. She held on tightly since she had opened her eyes at the sudden movement that she wasn't expecting and had looked down. Yeah she wasn't going to antagonize the large, scary man that was holding her a high enough place in the tree's that she would die if not be seriously injured if dropped.
Once they were safely across Ivan put her down. She was a bit shaky but evened out after a minute or so. She then saw Alfred starting to walk inside, so she obviously followed. Inside was a tiny infirmary in the corner, and the rest was an office. Al set Tonio down on a bed and went to the desk/room in the back. The three sat down in the chairs.
As Al got to sitting in the chair behind the desk, Ivan and herself sat in the two infront, almost like a regular office...except more down to earth. Lovina snorted at that thought. More down to earth...they sure seemed to like it up here in the tree tops.
"So how should we go about this, cause I honestly have no idea. We had our usual meeting then you come pissed to kingdom come and start dancing , take out one of our best men, and we end up here...We can fill in the details of our group later, because we are all dieing to know why the ever calm and nice Lovina Romano Vargas was cussing and well scaring the fucking shit out of our pants with the phrase "if looks could kill" passing through our minds." Alfred blantly stated. He was a straigt to the point no funny business guy. Lovi liked that, that meant no being around the bush about it.
"This might take a while so get comfortable, kay?" and right after she had said that Al sat in Ivan's lap. She stared for a long hard minute before shaking her head and continueing. She did not miss the smile that Ivan had when Alfred sat on his lap.
"Lets start at the begining, my grandfather. You all know his story- used to be head mafia, atoned for his sin's, is a great, handsome, funny guy, yadda yadda yadda. So he had had two kids with his wife- whom was Greek- twin boys. Now both were thicker than theives and fit the bill of twins- liked the same shit, did the same crap, and all that jazz. They both had gotten married and had a couple kids. Now the younger twin was the happier of the bunch, and was always babbling about something. The elder would also dwaddle on and on about things when he wanted to but for the most part he was quiet.
Now nonno- grandpa- was still head of the mafia at the time. He had to chose an heir for the mafia and had chosen his younger son, against about everyone will- no one thought he would last. They were all proved wrong- he was merciless and cold-blooded. His wife was only able to have one child- his daughter. He was pissed to high hell and killed his wife in rage for not producing a son or at least more kids. His brother had multiple kids and was very happy on the other hand. He got jealous, obviously. But here's where things got a bit complicated.
The younger twin- Piero- whom was still in a rage- went to his brothers house out for blood. Nonno was also at Dante's- the elder twin- house at the time. He was only able to save the youngest two- twins coincidentaly, but a boy and girl. The two were born two years before. They had no clue what had went on that night, but they knew that they had lost so much more than their parents." Lovina looked up from her watering eyes to look at Alfred and Ivan. She felt the memories of that night coming fore-front in her mind but she forced them down before continueing. "I'm not done, for as I said, this was only the beginning." She took a deep breath. She knew that Antonio had been listening since the beginning of the story.
"Nonno took the two twins, went to his other sons house to collect his other grandaughter before moving to his own house to get everyone situated. He feared that something like that might happen again, so he sepperated the twins, sending the boy off to an orphanage and keeping the girl. He knew that it would break the girls heart to see her brother and best friend go but knew it for the best. He was so sorry for what happened to his children and wife -Piero having killed her to, not recognizing her- that he went to the church to become a saint. He moved to California with the girls, you know the basic jist of the rest.
There were the behind the scene's too that you also do not know. Like how I am constantly compared to my cousin. How only she gets the praise,
how she is the only important one. She was smothered by nonn so that she wouldn't be like Piero, and well she definetly won't, thats for sure.
But in his quest to make sure she didn't go crazy, he forgot about me. He left me behind to try and grab what little of his affection that I could, but it only resulted in making it seem like I was only an attention seeker in his eyes. He passed me off to friends when he could, thats why I knew everyone so well before Feli got to socializing. He loved to show off hsi cute grand-daughter that could paint, clean, cook, and do everything perfectly like a good housewife.
I was told how useless I was, but he never told me what I was supposed to do, or how to do it. He told Feli everything in a way that only she could understand so that I would have to figure it out on my own. Now don't get me wrong, I love my cousin, truly, but I am not her sorella, I'm not an immedeat figure in her life. We're more like perfect strangers at home. I know all of this because nonno is careless and left his diary from way back then, which I just so happened to read. I am a naturally angry person, and have a tough personality. But I have to keep plublisity up and act like a perfect and prim grand-daughter. Its only in private of home that I'm allowed to be myself, but at home my personality pisses nonno off. So, well, my anger flares up even more, and tonight was a result." She finished looking away closing her eyes as the tears came out, not wanting to stop for a long time.
She felt a warm pair of arms wrap around her in a fashion that was very unfamiliar to her. She looked up through the tears to see the smile of Antonio's face looking at her. She greatly accepted the hug and burried her face deep into the crevice of his neck, crying out all the tears that she had always been so adamant to keep in most of her life. She held on to him like he was the last twine of rope to hold onto before she drowned. She vaguely administered Alfredo crying sympatheticly, while hugging Ivan whom was smiling sadly at her. She had felt like this would be her home. She finally had a home after so many years in that house with nonno and Felicia.
"I know that it was hard for you to admit that, and for you we won't tell anyone outside of this room unless you say so. It's your story not ours," is what Alfredo had said in response her story after they had finished their sob fest.
"So what the hell is this place, bastardo?" Lovina her usual frown/pout and bad language. Damn it felt good to act natural again. She had spent to long being "perfect", as if, her cussing more than a sailor could ever wish was perfect.
Already used to her cussing, He told her the basics- they were for those that were misunderstood, this was their home away from home, so on and so forth. She was a bit impressed that they were able to make this massive tree house out here, and the fact that they were able to get together quietly and unkown by the others. That was a pretty good feat seeing as this was a pretty small town compared to others, nothing went by without the whole town knowing anything.
They headed around the layout showing her the way around if she was ever there for any reason, and saying hi to the others (while ignoring some of their shocked and questioning looks). "So, " she started looking at the trio with her, "what's your bastardo's fucked-up stories?"
So tada~ there you go! This is Chapter three, you get her stoy and some more mysteries and plot developing shit! So did you like the story I made for Lovi? I thought it up on the spot...although it took a bit for the names but I liked them~ So R&R, mudafucka's! (jk jk I just being my usual loopy self!, and I promise I'll try to update more regularly, or at least faster!) Hetlaia isn't mine~ and I'm sorry if she seems a bit OOC but she was just a dam ready to break...