I don't know how I made this so fast. Maybe because of ppl who reviewed faved or alerted. Yeah, I think that's it. And I have no idea how it got so long. over 2.000 words. I just felt I had to introduce Antonio! I promised!
I still don't own characters or anything except the story and a Russia-figure thingie!
Second Chapter:
Beeb beeb beeb BEEB BEEB BEEB, was what i woke up with. And that clock is never going to say a damn thing again, trust me. Five minutes more is all i need. Just let me sleep, goddammit! *
"Ve~, Sorella, we have to get up..." Oh yeah, fucking school is fucking starting for us today. Have i ever mentioned how much i detest my life?
...Probably. Shut up. I choose to finally get up. Well, it can't be worse than before, right?
"W-why can't i go to school? Everyone else go there..." I said very quietly. "Because I say so. And you'll start in another school. Not some stupid place were you're learning a hell of stupid things! You'll be in life's school. What you're learning here will actually help you later on. YOU GOT THAT?" I gasped in shock over the sudden change in voice. It wasn't like an surprise, Mio Papa did that very often, it was just a bit shocking one minute he's talking normally, next moment he's screaming your ears off. "Y-yes. I... understand."
"Sorella, we have to hurry!" Feliciana grabbed some clothes, and begun waving her hand in front of me, when she realized I was a bit off. "Lovina? What's wrong? Ve~"
"Uh... Nothing, really. Will you stop doing that? It's fucking frustrating!"
"S-sorry! It just looked like you had an bad dream, while you were awake... Ve~, no that sounded ridiculous..."
"Actually, Feli, it was something like that..." I shrugged my shoulders, I wouldn't tell her more. I had gotten out of it, so no fucking reason to get her in it. I grabbed my clothes and we both begun changing. **
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We hurried downstairs, Ciro had breakfast ready, and we started eating in silence. Who would have thought cereals could taste so fucking GREAT? These did.*** At least we won't starve to death. After we all had finished, Ciro suggested that he should drive us to the school, since we didn't know the way. Feli blabbered about how grateful she was, that she didn't have to find the school all by herself. I just grunted as answer. Hell, i don't care how I get there, I just have to get there. So Ciro drove us, and helped us at getting us to the inspectors office. There was a man, he must be a teacher that i disliked. He had long blonde hair and cold blue eyes. He introduced himself as Ewald Beilschmidt, mathteacher.
"Are you german?" was all i asked him. Because I fucking hate german potato bastards! This guy both sounded german and looked german too!
"Lovina, what a rude question to-" Ciro began, only to get interrupted by mr. Beilschmidt.
"Yes." He answered with his scary-as-shit-voice. So there's at least one potato-fucker on this school? My future certainly doesn't seem too great now.
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Feliciana and I stood before our new class. She was fiddling, and rather nervous. I just stood and fucking scowled. Because I'm badass like that. Fuck, everybody in this clas looked like damn bastards! mr. Beilschmidt finished speaking, (you know that random shit about that two new students will begin, blablabla, be kind to them.) and gave the word to Feliciana, who had said ve~ under the whole speech. Why do people keep giving speeches?****
"Ve~, I'm Feliciana, I hope to get a good year here! I hope we all can work together!" She said in an overly excited voice. My turn.
It was my first day working under Mio Papa. He had made me work together with this man, called José. He was spanish, I figured because of his accent. José loved tomatoes, like me, and was very kind to me. After a couple of months, the funniest months in all of my life, he was gone. He disappeared after the german man, Seidel, saw how much fun we had. I haven't seen him since. I think I was around seven.*****
"I'm Lovina, and if you try anything funny, I'll kill you all slowly with a spoon." was what I wanted to say, but mr. Beilschmidt interrupted me, already after 'if you'. Seems like he already know that nothing good will come out from my mouth. Cazzo.
"They will begin here today." mr. Beilschmidt rounded it off with, and then showed us were we should sit. Feliciana went over were an asian girl, a stern boy (he and mr. Beilschmidt were possibly related, since they had the exact same expression!) and an overgeared also asian boy. She smiled to the potato (he looked like an potato, dammit) and sat down.
I went over were an blonde girl with an ribbon in her hair sat. And sat down at a person I hadn't seen. Wait, what? I was sure nobody sat there! I just took the place beside and checked that there wasn't any invisible fuckers who sat there. Luckily there wasn't. I had blushed, because even if I hadn't seen her, it's still fucking embarrasing! I took a closer look upon the invisible bastard, (hey, it's kinda surprising that she can disappear like that) and saw that she had an weird curl, blonde hair and blue eyes framed by a pair of glasses. Holy hell, how didn't I see her?
I quietly stuttered an "I'm sorry..." Surprisingly she heard me.
"Really, no offense... I'm used to it, anyway..." She talked in a very quiet voice, so I nearly missed the answer.
"What do you mean?" I said frowning deeper.
"I mean that people usually tend to forget that I'm even here... I don't know why, They just do that. I'd wish they'd stop it already." I slowly got used to her tranquility. I realized that she had sounded bored at her first remark. She continued: "Everyone except Francis, Alishia, Ally, Gilbert, Kiki, Lili and Vigdís. Sometimes Antonio, too... And they sometimes forget me too! C'est horrible!"
Mr. Roux always said all these things in frog-language. I had no fucking idea about what any of it meant, and I'm very sure most of it meant something bad. Whenever he spoke in a language I understood, he always said stuff like "why don't you get it over with? I know you want me, anyway!" I don't know what 'it' was, but I didn't want to know. *****
"Lovina? You have such an weird expression, was it something I said?" the french girl said.
"No, it's not something you've said. But what the fuck is your name, and who are all those bastards you just mentioned?" lies, lies. It is the fact that she talks french which bothers me.
"Oh, good! Because I really don't have too many friends... My name is Madeline Williams Jones. I'm half canadian and half american, but I've lived most of my life in Canada... Sorry, I forgot you're new, so of course you don't know anyone. I'll introduce you to them at lunch-break. Of course, only if you want me too;" she added hastily.
"I don't have anything against it, if that's what you mean." I answered Madeline. "Who is she?" I asked Madeline, while pointing towards the other girl, the ribbon-girl.
"It's Lili. She's very shy, and got a crazy, very overprotecting brother with a gun. He mean it well, of course, but it can be a little hard to talk with her. Good were girls... Else we would never get to sit anywhere near her..."
"Isn't there a damn lot of random nationalities here?" I had actually wondered about why there was so many bastards who looked completely different from each other.
"Welcome to America. That's how it is. Weren't there a lot of different nationalities where you were before?" she asked nervously.
"No, everybody, except three bastards, were italian." two fuckers and one good personality.*****
"Well, that's kinda unusual... Wait, said you italian? Were did you live before?"
"In Italy. I moved over here ...recently." yesterday, more precisely.
"How have it been, until now?"
"The best thing was meeting someone who aren't completely screwed up."
Madeline tilted her head "Who?"
"You, idiot!" ******
The ribbon-girl, Lili, then told us to be quiet, because mr. Beilschmidt was saying something, which possibly wasn't important.
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At lunch Madeline, Lili, Feli, the asian girl, Feli told me her name was Kiki, and I went over to the cantina to grab some lunch, and also to meet those other people Madeline had told me about. She and the others (except me and Feli of course, we didn't really know where we were going) went straight for one table, where some other bastards were sitting. A boy, whose hair lokked a lot like Lili's, suddenly grabbed Lili and took her away, while she apologized about not being able to eat with us. Huh, that must be her brother.
"This is Feliciana and Lovina Vargas, from Italy. We would like to have them eat dinner with us today." everyone at the table seemed completely fine with what Kiki proposed, so I just sat down, beside some random bastard. Kiki continued, now for me and Feli
"This is Alishia," she pointed at an grumpy girl with (HOLY FUCK, IS THAT EYEBROWS?)something which could be mistaken for caterpillars.
"Ludwig, I presume you've seen him before," Feli sat down next to the potato bastard, whose name supposedly was Ludwig. He was blonde, and still wore that scary expression.
"This is Gilb-"
"The awesome Gilbert" Gilbert interrupted. He had red (?) eyes and white hair. And looked seriously ridiculous. *******
"Here's Francis"
"Here's my card;" Francis also interrupted Kiki. He gave us both an card, where 'Francis Bonnefoy' was written in big loop writing. Ad where he lived and his number. Alishia scowled over Francis gesture. Why is she so damn grumpy? That's my job dammit!
"I guess you already met Madeline, Lovina?" rethoric question. Oddly everybody asked
"Who?"
And Madeline said "Me. Why do you always forget me?"
"Oh, Maddie!" Gilbert said.
"And this is Antonio." Kiki ended it. I looked at the bastard I had placed myself beside. He had tanned skin (as the only one except me on this table), and chocolatebrown messy hair. His eyes were emeraldgreen, and he was smiling, a very happy smile. He looked kinda handsome.. What the fuck am I thinking? He's a man, and men only think about one thing! They aren't handsome, even if this bastard did look rather good... SHUT THE FUCK UP, BRAIN!
"So you're from Italy?" Oh great, he want to coversate with me. Shit.
"So you're mr. Romano's daughter?"
"Yes, why?" I snapped.
"It's the first time I've ever met someone who's italian! I don't think there's any italians on this school." He smiled.
"Well, you looked like him, and since I'm in charge of you right now, it can't hurt to get to know each other a bit better!" he grinned.
"Yes, there fucking are. Now there's both me and Feliciana, bastard." I scowled at his obliviousness.
"Sí, sí." Wait. Was that an spanish accent?
"Are you spanish, bastard?" I had to know.
"Sí, I lived there until I was around seven. Now my family and I go back there on holiday!" That would explain the tan and why he got me to think about José. José.
So I wasn't falling for this random bastard. Good. He just reminded me about José, who had been very kind to me.***** We ate in silence, whereas Feliciana blabbered about anything which fell into her mind, Alishia and Francis were having an argument, and Gilbert somehow had gotten some beer and now drank it.
Well, this seems like I won't get bored...
Translations:
Cazzo: Shit (italian)
C'est horrible!: It's horrible! (french)
Sí, (sí): Yes, (yes) (spanish)
*Alarmclocks. Hate those buggers!
**Lovina and everyone else call Feliciana Feli. Because I'm lazy. But the first one who will give Lovina a nickname will be Antonio.
***Cereals can taste good. If you haven't had it for awhile, and you really want cereals.
****Because I want them too, that's why.
*****A look into Lovina's past. The names are important, since these people have had an very big influence upon how she is now. And none of these are anything outside my fic. They're just OC's. And every time in this chapter there are 5 stars then it has something to do with these guys.
******Lovina mean that Madeline is not completely screwed up, like everyone else. The idiot is Lovina being Lovina, and it's also because of my danishness.
*******According to Wikipedia, albinism is something real. It's possible to have red or violet eyes and white hair.
A/N: So there! And sorry for long chapter. And please review! Because they apparently makes me want to write... Is that normal?