A/N: Since I had been previously detained by Type 2 Error, I actually had Chapter 2 pretty much done when I finally uploaded Chapter 1. It's awesome (like Prussia) because Chapter 2 is here! But it also means it might take me a bit to upload Chapter 3, since I'm still writing it. And can I just say thank you! I'm pretty shocked at how many favs and story alerts the first chapter managed to garner within 24 hours. It's a record for all of my fics! 5 favs and 4 story alerts! So thanks to you guys, and my reviewers! I love reviews, so don't hesitate to give your opinions.

Disclaimer: If I owned Hetalia, Romano would have been a girl in the first place.

Getting to Lovina: A Story of Hetalia Academy

Chapter 1: Enter Antonio Fernandez Carriedo

The new semester began a week after Feli and Ludwig became an official couple. Lovina still didn't approve, but she decided to just go with it. That is, until that potato bastard hurt Feli. Then she would bring out the vital regions crushing. Madeleine's speech and Elizaveta's threats had placated her for the moment, and she decided to just relax. Or as much as a person like Lovina could. In addition to her two best friends' insistence, Sakura Kiku also quietly (and rather enigmatically) backed up the two other girls. Lovina knew Sakura was also best friends with said potato idiot, but she decided to keep her mouth shut. The small Japanese girl was not someone to irritate, but even for Lovina.

The weird and bastardly weather around Hetalia decided to be a douchebag and torture Lovina, making the first day of the spring semester excruciatingly warm. Unfortunately for the pissed off brunette, her summer uniform was still stowed away and in need of being laundered. She swore vehemently and wished it was Casual Friday, the weekend, or any other day of the week except for Monday. But no, it just had to be Monday. Damn. Mondays were the only days of the week when they had to wear the complete uniform.

Muttering obscenities under her breath, Lovina pushed open the door to her fourth period class. Despite of the warnings she received for the language she spewed around, she was still somehow deemed adequate enough to be assigned a peer tutor. Lovina had suspicions that the faculty just wanted her to scare (or knock, quite literally) some sense into the rich, lazy slackers at the school. She could do that easily, even without the official "Go right ahead and strangle them, Lovina!" There was nothing more she disliked than snotty, lazy bastards. And well, speak of the devils. It was her tutoring period.

There were about fifteen students who were sitting at the tables and looking bored out of their fracking minds. Those were obviously the dumbasses in need of a kick to the vital regions. Lovina would show them who was boss. However, just as Lovina was ready to launch into "scary-yelling" mode, she noticed her fellow peer tutors. Unsurprisingly, Sakura was there, and the Asian girl gave Lovina a small nod of acknowledgement. Lovina had never been close to Sakura; after all, she was best friends with the potato bastard and her sister. However, the girls were on good enough terms, and that was that.

Next to Sakura was a sleepy-looking boy with an odd curl sticking from the top of his head. He looked amiable enough, even if he had a punk cat emblazoned on his backpack. Honestly. An image of a grey cat with sunglasses and a guitar was plastered on his backpack. Lovina figured the guy was insane. Just fracking great. One of them was potato bastard's friend, and the other was a zombie cat freak. Lovina figured it was the best time to cuss out the faculty. In her head.

The other tutor was none other than Madeleine's cousin, the infamous Allison F. Jones. Presently, the overly hyper blonde was perched on the teacher's desk, munching on a hamburger, of all things. Allison was almost a mirror image of Madeleine, although Allison sported rectangular spectacles rather than oval, and her stray cowlick was straight, unlike the Canadian's curl. How in the world the idiot American ended up being a damned peer tutor was beyond Lovina. The girl was atrocious at language, geography, math, and the list went on. Perhaps it was the American's infuriating enthusiasm. Lovina dubbed Allison as the worst.

But wait…There were supposed to be five peer tutors. Lovina glanced at her wristwatch. The class was due to start at any given moment. The seconds seem to tick by slowly by as the sleep-zombie kid and Sakura began a conversation. About cats, as if that topic was the only plausible subject to converse about. Lovina attempted to communicate to Allison that she was not in a mood to talk. The cheerful American didn't seem to get the signal at all. The stupid oblivious idiot.

Right as the bell rang for class, a tousled boy stumbled into the class, panting heavily as he joined the other tutors at the head of the class.

"Lo siento, mis amigos. I just got transferred here today, and this is the first class they told me to go to. I still have to find my morning classes."

"Awesome!" declared Allison, bounding over to shake the boy's hand. "Allison F. Jones, resident hero! If ya ever need help, I'm your girl."

The new boy smiled, and Lovina couldn't help but notice how handsome he was. He wasn't extremely tall, but he was tall enough and strongly built. His tanned skin seemed to have a certain glow, and it was only emphasized by his piercing green eyes. Lovina wondered idly if it was even possible to tame his unruly chestnut hair. Then she mentally slapped herself. And scowled. So he was a looker. So what? He was probably an asshole and a pervert. Big deal.

"Antonio Fernandez Carriedo. I just moved from España."

So he was Spaniard. Interesting…Lovina snapped out of it once she realized that they were all introducing themselves. Apparently the dozer was Heracles Karpusi. Figures he'd be named after the stupidest Greek hero. Sakura made no big show of introducing herself. And then it was Lovina. She just scowled and told everyone to behave. She couldn't help but notice the insufferable Spaniard staring at her when she introduced herself. Just great.

As it was the first day of the semester, the idiots didn't have much to do, so they just all socialized. It was fine with Lovina. She could just sit in the corner and read her book. The ass-kicking could come in later. But even as she sat down and opened a book, she still kept tabs of her surroundings. The Karpusi douche was talking to Sakura about cats again, and they seemed not to care about how stupid a topic it was. Whatever. Lovina shifted her periphery. Allison was bragging to a group of admiring underclassmen about her various dangerous stunts. No surprise there. But where was the Spanish bastard?

"Buenas tardes, Lovi."

"Don't call me that!"

Oh. Right. He was sitting right in front of her, grinning like an idiot. She huffed angrily and continued to read her book. Where was she anyways? Oh yeah. That lame Harry bastard was being beaten up a fraking dragon. Wow. He sounded a great deal like Allison, except that he was a Brit. Just great. She was only reading the book because Feli had begged her to. Of course Lovina didn't like it. But since she had started the series, she might as well finish it.

"Oh, sorry! I'll call you Vina then."

"Not that either, you bastard!"

"Lina?"

"Wha-"

"Ok! I'll call you Lina! So what are you reading?"

"Wha-None of your business, you bastard! Why are you talking to me anyways?"

"Awwwwwww…You're blushing! You look like a tomato! That's so cute!"

"The he-You bastard! Leave me alone!"

"Sí, sí. I'll just sit here quietly while you read."

Lovina gave a sigh of relief and continued to read about the idiot getting mauled by a dragon. No wait…Damn it. He didn't get eaten. The bastard should have been eaten.

"Hey wait! I've read that book before."

Lovina raised her eyes to see the insufferable boy still grinning at her.

"Do you ever shut up?"

"Nope!"

Lovina was just about to retort when the bell rang and class was over. Scowling fiercely, she shoved the book into her bag and ran out of the classroom. That was it. That ki-no, Antonio, was even worse than Allison. Lovina had thought that NO ONE could be more annoying and infuriating that Allison Freaking Jones. Well, today just seemed to be a freaking bad day.

When Lovina reached her next class, she dropped her stuff on the floor and gave a contented sigh. At least she didn't have to deal with Allison or that Antonio bastard in this class.

"Lina! Mi tomate! It looks like we have this class together. Isn't that wonderful?"

Crap.

A/N: Oh Anotonio. I still love you anyways. Trust me, Lovina does too.

Lovina pops in. "No I dont!"

Anyways, what did you think? The girls are going to have some relaxing bonding time next chapter, so if you have any requests, send them in! The 15th review gets a complimentary one-shot of any pairing they'd like from me. Anyone up to the challenge?