A/N: I made another sudden idea change! As a heads up, this fic is hitting the middle section. I'm going to finish this entire work by (hopefully) September, and then get down to fixing errors. I'll make more note of the changes down below in the deep freeze later.

STRONG LANGUAGE WARNING AHEAD!

Getting to Lovina: A Story of Hetalia Academy

Chapter 5: Reap What You Sow, But Maybe Worse

Feliciana patted Lovina's head awkwardly as the elder sobbed nonstop into her shoulder.

"Ve~Lovi…Stop crying Lovi…Shhhhh…"

Lovina had emptied an entire box of tissues before Feliciana heard the entire story.

"Lovi, don't cry. You've got me. Even if everybody else leaves, you'll still have me, ve."

"N-not if m-ma-c-cho p-pota-ato b-bastard t-takes y-you away!"

"But why would you even think that, sorella?"

"Everyone leaves me! First Mama, then you, and now even Madeleine has left me! Why does everyone leave me?"

Feli unsuccessfully tried to hug her sister even tighter.

"Ve~Sorella. I haven't left you, and I'm not leaving you. We've stuck together since we were born. I don't think I could ever leave you. You've always protected me from everybody else, even if you didn't have to. I've just made some new friends. But you're always the most special to me."

Lovina sniffled forlornly. Feliciana took this as a sign that her ill-tempered twin was resigned on the matter.

"Did you really mean that, Feli?"

"Ve~Always."

"Can I hang about with you and potato bastard?"

"Of course."

Starting the next day, the once close-knit trio was split apart for the first time since they had become friends. Lovina scowled morosely although everyone noticed she didn't mind being in the company of Ludwig for once. Elizaveta could be seen chattering quietly with Emma Janssens and Mei Wan as she shot hopeful glances at an unresponsive Lovina. For the first time, everyone noticed the quiet, bitter girl trailing Lars Jansen (the once school stoner and Emma's Dutch half brother) and Jose Hernandez (a known smoker thought to be part of a gang).

By the end of two weeks, all of Hetalia Academy noticed a difference in the school, although few could correctly pinpoint it. The few who did kept their mouths shut.

"Hey Liiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiizzzzy," Gilbert chirped, dragging out her name as he slipped into the seat behind her during World History three weeks after the row.

"What, you unrefined pig-brain?"

"Giving up on Roddy yet?"

"Of course not. We're practically engaged you numbskull."

"Pity. The awesome me and my awesome five meters would make an awesome companion."

"Shut up, jackass. Class is starting."

Across the room, Madeleine watched the exchange with evident envy. Lars observed lazily from behind hooded eyes.

"Anything the matter, Maddie?"

Her tightening grip on her pencil eased as she turned to smile woefully at Lars. Once upon a time, before Lars had started and then quit pot, they had been very good friends. As kids, they had gone to the same primary school. When they had first met, he had given her a tulip. To this day, it was still her favorite flower. Tragically, Arthur confronted the stolid Dutch boy after rumors spread about his possibly abuse of drugs. Thus, Madeleine had lost her one childhood friend. That is, until they had both started at Hetalia International Academy. Lars was now completely clean of any fallacies that spread.

"Of course not. Why could you think that?"

The teacher shot them a dirty look but did nothing to silence them. Madeleine was a grade A student, and Lars was fifth in the class. However, Madeleine did not want to take the chance of a detention; stealthily, she slipped a piece of paper from her binder and scrawled quickly, I don't see why you would think anything's wrong.

Once the boring old sap had turned back to the blackboard, she slid the folded paper onto Lars' desk. His lips quirking up in a smirk, he scribbled quickly. Nonchalantly, he flicked the paper under her desk. She gave him a look, to which he only shrugged.

I know you too well. It's that damn Prussian.

Eff you.

I thought you were supposed to be shy and quiet Daddy's little girl.

Not now. I don't think I can go back to who I was. Don't bring the albino douche up.

Ouch. Sore spot.

Don't push me Lars.

Wait. Someone wants to talk to you.

FUCK YOU BITCH

Nice Lovina.

What goddamn happened to you, asshole? I thought we were supposed to be friends. I thought I could trust you. I thought we were supposed to help each other.

What happened to your silent treatment? I thought the high and mighty Italian was too good for a dumb little girl like me. Getting lonely while watching your sister play tonsil tennis with her beloved potato freak?

Look, I was going to apologize. I guess a bitch like you doesn't need my meager little apology. I'm sorry your not giving us another chance.

There never was a us. I don't need your apology.

I'm goddamn fucking sorry anyways, assface. Even if this fucking apology is too good for you.

"Anything you would like to share with the class, Misses Vargas and Williams?"

"No ma'am," replied Madeleine softly. "Lovina was just handing me the piece of paper I dropped."

The Italian's red-eyed glare was enough to prompt the teacher back to the dry, repetitive lesson. Lars passed her a new piece of paper.

Damn, Mads. Don't be so harsh.

I'm tired of her shit.

What makes you think she's not tired of yours. God, Mads, I'm not sayin you're bad or shit, but everyone's got their own shit they can't deal with. Look at Bonnefoy and Kirkland. They've been fighting each other over Jones for the past year. They both know the idiot can't tell a thing. Carriedo and his blind passes at Vargas sr are coming to nothing. Your precious albino jerk has been trying to get into bed with Elizaveta since primary school. You think the so-called "bad friends trio" fights over their shit? They goddamn help each over through it. You and Vargas and Eliz did that. Why don't go back to it?

Since when did you get so Dr. Phil?

Since I met you. Now go make up with Eliz first. She's gonna take you back faster and smooth things over with Vargas. I'll try talk to Emma if she'll listen to me. Admit it. You need them.

Where have you been all my goddamn life here?

You'll know later.

Lovina felt strangely lighter after her fumbled apologies to Elizaveta and Madeleine. Liz had been easy. Her Hungarian friend was overjoyed that the irate Italian was finally talking to her. Three weeks had barely subdued the stubborn Italian, but after Feli tearfully begged her, she unwillingly agreed to, at the very least, attempt mending the broken relationship with her two former best friends. Lovina was secretly grateful to Feli, not that she would tell her twin, of course.

With a sigh, Lovina trudged back to her dorm after a long day's worth of work. A few feet away, Antonio snuck a forlorn gaze in her direction. Lovina's stomach twisted with guilt as the Spaniard heaved a sigh and slunk away. Perhaps she should not have taken her anger out on the idiot. But no, now he left her alone now. It was what she had wanted all along. Lovina would not let her conscience get the better of her.

Elizaveta had already made plans to spend the weekend with

Lovina when Madeleine shyly approached her. The light-haired girl immediately tensed up as the blonde approached her.

"Look, Liz…"

"I don't want to hear it."

Madeleine quailed under the taller girl's frosty look.

"I-"

"Yes, you. You've hurt both me and Lovi beyond relief. You've abandoned us for the past few weeks without even a civil word. You've picked up on the most sensitive sores. We get it. We're not good enough for you. You're tired of us. It's ok. But I'm still very hurt. You can take your crap and leave."

The Canadian watched in a frozen shock as Elizaveta turned on her heel and left. Before she even knew it, Lars was at her side.

"You're crying," he said, uncharacteristically gentle.

"I'm fine," she protested weakly, but she didn't remove the arm he put around her.

"No, you're not. Come with me."

"I've really screwed up this time haven't I? Last time it was Ally, but she forgave me quickly. Although that's just her. I don't think I'll be forgiven this time. Maybe I deserve it."

"You probably do, but it's not like we all don't make mistakes."

"Where are we going?" Madeleine was suddenly sharp and alert.

"My dorm."

"But the rules-"

"No buts. You need someone, and I don't give a damn about the rules. Jose's out with his girlfriend for the night to lose their innocence, so you get his bed. You know me well enough to know that I wouldn't take advantage of you. You know you can't go back to that dorm tonight and face her again. So just come with me. We'll use the back stairwell so the old wheezer who's in charge of this building won't know anything."

Madeleine mumbled something obscene under her breath. Lars smirked.

"You just hate that I'm always right."

A/N: No, they're not going to do anything M rated! My feeling is that Lars is all cool and nonchalant on the outside, but he's a big softie when it comes to Maddie. They've technically been friends since childhood. And no, Maddie hasn't just suddenly turned to him again. They just weren't as close when they started at Hetalia due to meddling little Arthur. So, yes, a new pairing is added to the list, and another is taken off. I'm sure you know which ones. ^^

P.S. Don't you think Valentine's Day is coming up soon?

R&R!