A/N: Ok, I'm not done with chapter 4 yet BUT I felt like celebrating a bit because I GOT A TAIYAKI PAN AND MADE TAIYAKI FILLED WITH HOMEMADE CUSTARD THAT I MADE! I felt so proud (even though dad kept taking all of my food D:) So yeah and because New's Years' is almost here so here. I hope you enjoy it! (despite how short it is ;-;)
I do not own Hetalia.
"Ohohohon. Our little soldier is experiencing l'amour is he? It's not surprising. After all, everyone experiences it sometime in their life." After introducing Princess Felinciana everyone went back to doing what they were doing before. Some went to greet the Princess since she was now joining the party. Even from my spot at the other end of the (huge) ballroom I could tell she was a very bubbly person. Ludwig happened to be looking in the same direction (*cough*staringattheprincess*cough*) and, after hearing Francis's comment, now had a slight pink tinge on his cheeks. Suddenly, we all saw a girl with shoulder length, auburn hair stand next to Princess Felinciana. She had on a fancy gown and a scowl on her face. "I'm guessing she's Princess Lovina." Francis said. "Was?! I'm going to marry her?!" No offense but she's so not my type.
"You're lucky. She's quite a beauty." I looked at Antonio and realized he was staring at Princess Lovina and he had that look in his eyes. Great. First Ludwig now Antonio. Who's next, Francis?! Oh, wait a minute. As he usually says: 'I'm French. I love all!' Bleh. Sorry Franny-Pants, but lay off the wine. I think it's finally going through your head.
"Ah, hello there birthday girl. Enjoying your party?" I snapped out of my thoughts to see Francis greeting Princess Felinciana and Princess Lovina (I think). Up close Princess Felinciana had light brown hair, large (might I add innocent-looking) hazel eyes, and a strange curl that defied gravity. Her smile was very bubbly and she seemed to be in an extremely happy mood, unlike the girl next to her. She had auburn hair, angry auburn eyes, and a curl on the other side of her head that defied gravity. Her arms were crossed and she seemed to be mumbling to herself. "Yes, I am! Thank you for asking! Oh! Might I ask who are you guys?"
Francis stepped forward. "I am Francis Bonnefay, heir to the throne of Paris." After kissing both of their hands he stepped back. Antonio stepped forward. "I am Antonio Fernandez Carriedo, heir to the throne of Madrid." He stepped back and I stepped forward. "I am the awesome Gilbert Beilschmidt, first-born and the heir to the throne of Berlin!" I bowed and stepped back. Lastly, Ludwig stepped forward. "I am Ludwig Beilschmidt, second-born to the throne of Berlin." He bowed and stepped back. "Hello to you all! As you know, I am Felinciana Vargas, second-born to the throne of Rome. This is my sorella, Lovina Vargas, first-born and heir to the throne of Rome." I stared at her. "So you are Princess Lovina?" She looked at me. "Yeah, so?" So she doesn't know about it? "Um... I was just wondering if your father or grandfather talked to you about any marriages." The look on her face told me no. "/sigh/ Well, the thing is, my father told me that if I can't find a suitable woman here, then I have to marry you."
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This silence is very awkward.
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Then a very dark aura surrounded Princess Lovina and she walked off somewhere, looking ready to kill someone. Princess Felinciana just smiled and said "Ve~ Don't worry about her. She's just going to talk to nonno." How can she remain calm at a time like this? "It's alright. I'm just going to look around. You know, because of my father's deal." They nodded and started chatting among themselves as I stepped away. I should really find a woman soon. As I was walking I saw a flash of green near the Princess, but when I looked again, it was gone. I wonder what that was all about. I'm probably just being paranoid but her favorite color was green. I wonder if I'll see her here.
It's him again. I can't believe I finally see him again after all this time. I wonder if he remembers me at all. Probably not. After all, it's been 10 years. Even if he's forgotten me, I remember him and the day we met. As the memory came flooding in I shook them away along with the emotions I buried long ago. Not now. Not today. Today I'll forget. I'll forget I saw him. It's not like I'll see him again anyway. Why should I get my hopes up.
A/N: Yeah... I don't know Italian either so I'm just going to suck it up and use Google translate for Italian and French. I just really hope that they don't screw it up to much... Well, I hope you liked it and I'll go straight to work on chapters 4 and 5 for you guys! Reviews fuel my motivation so...
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Was - German; What?!
Sorella - Italian; sister
Nonno - Italian; grandfather