A/N: Oh man. I really am the best, aren't I?
Just kidding. Here's the omake. I'll stop blabbering.
Getting to Lovina: A Story of Hetalia Academy
Omake: Memories of the Past
As the faculty began to prepare for the end of the year, they requested little stories and photographs from the students in order to put together the Hetalia International Academy Yearbook. Regardless of year and age, all students were encouraged to contribute something. Usually, a small amount did, expressing regrets, sharing funny and embarrassing stories, or wishing for an even better future. No one was judged or ridiculed in the yearbook; it was a place for everyone to release their feelings and have a good laugh.
And so, readers, some of our favorite characters decided to contribute a few funny little tidbits for this year's book.
When I was a little kid…
"Bonjour, Monsieur Eyebrows."
"Ugh, don't call be that! That is completely unrefined."
"You use really big words, mon cher."
…I used to hang out with Arthur Kirkland very often.
"Why are you here again, bloody frog?"
"Ohonhon. I can't help it if we are on all distantly related, mon cher."
We are distant relatives, related through marriage. We are also both distantly related to Allison F. Jones and Madeleine Williams. Sometimes you really must wonder how life can work in such mysterious ways. I still wonder about that when I am faced with situations such as this.
We used to play together all of the time, being young children and unfilled with any corruptions of the world. Our families got along very well. My mother and father enjoyed these brief trips to Northeastern America. The Kirklands had moved there Arthur had turned six, in order to take care of the newly orphaned Madeleine. The adults enjoyed sitting around while we children frolicked during summer days.
"Iggy! Pway!"
A five-year-old Allison clung to Arthur's arm, refusing to relinquish her grip on the English boy. Her cousin Madeleine sat by quietly. The young Canadian girl was still suffering from the repercussions of her parents' death. She never liked to speak up much, preferring to stay quiet. She mostly ignored anyways, being surrounded by her new family of rowdy boys. Francis sometimes played with her, but he was usually too taken with Arthur to even remember her.
I enjoyed playing with Arthur the most. He was so easily riled up, so fun to tease, so hilarious to see embarrassed. He was sharp-witted and quick to respond to any insults.
"Bloody frog! I'm a gentleman, unlike you."
"Ohonhon. Whatever you say, mon cher."
And I became rather taken by him.
"Hey Arthur."
"What?"
Francis pecked Arthur on the lips quickly and grinned.
"Je t'aime, Arthur."
He was my first crush.
Arthur turned as crimson as his mother's prized roses.
But he didn't return my childish feelings.
"You perverted frog! I never want to see you again!"
At first I was quite devastated. I told my parents I didn't want to go to America to see Arthur anymore. I wanted to stay in France. I wanted to be somewhere far away from the Brit. My parents did not know why I had such a sudden request, but they reluctantly complied. I didn't see Arthur Kirkland anymore. Until I came to Hetalia.
"Hello Francis."
It was the first day of their first year. Francis had not been expecting to see Arthur here.
"Hello Arthur."
I didn't know how to respond at first. I was long since over that childish infatuation, but I still felt hurt by his rejection. We bickered a great deal, still having many difference that remained from our childhood. But I was fine with it. Until Arthur and I became enamored with the same girl.
"You perverted Frenchie! Stay away from Allison!"
"She is not only your, Arthur. She's open to anyone."
"Not you, of all people! Not you."
At first, I resented him a great deal. I hated that he was ruining so much of my love life. It hurt even more when she chose him over me.
"Did you hear?" whispered Emma to Elizaveta. "Allison and Arthur are an item now!"
"That is so cute!" gushed Elizaveta. "I'm so glad they're together.
Three feet away, Francis's shoulders slumped slightly.
Then I met Jeanne.
Francis and Jeanne had spent a very fun vacation in France together. Both living in Paris, they went out and about the city nearly every day together. By the end of the first week, they wordlessly affirmed their new status as a couple.
So I just wanted to say to Arthur that even with our rough past, I still consider him a friend. I still consider him as someone who has been beside me through good times and bad times. I still consider him as one of the people I trust most.
"Hey Arthur."
"Yeah Francis?"
"Can we visit you this summer?"
I hope he feels the same way.
"Why the bloody hell not?"
Feliciana had sent the faculty a picture from her childhood. It was a copy, of course, the original being too precious to lose.
In the picture were the twins as toddlers; a handsome older gentlemen held Feliciana in his arms, and a young woman in her mid-twenties held a scowling Lovina. The woman looked immensely like Lovina, except that she was actually smiling and not frowning like the toddler.
They seemed to be a happy family of grandfather, mother, and children.
Feliciana's accompanying note read: "This is the last picture Lovi and I took with our mother. She's pretty, isn't she? We haven't heard from her for such a long time! I hope she will come back some day."
Lovina looked at the picture, tears threatening to spill from her eyes. She hadn't seen this photograph in such a long time. She couldn't bear to look at it.
"Lina?"
She sniffled a little. Antonio gently placed his head her shoulder looking at the picture with her.
"Is that tu madre? She is very pretty," he said quietly.
Lovina nodded, but she didn't scowl the way she usually did. Antonio tilted his head to look at her face. She turned away, embarrassing by her tears.
"Nostra mamma left us when we were four. Nostro padre ditched mamma when she was pregnant. I don't think she could handle raising us by herself so well, and she was really young when she had us. She still lived with Nonno. One day, she said that she wanted to take a picture with the four of us, and the next day, she left."
"Lo siento," replied Antonio softly, understanding the situation. Lovina put the yearbook down and buried herself into Antonio's arms. She was grateful that for once the tomato bastard was reading the atmosphere.
"It's ok Lina. My padre left mi mama too. She went to live with her sister when I was little kid, so I grew up helping on my tia's tomato farm." (tia = aunt)
"Really?" asked Lovina, her voice slightly hoarse from the effort of not crying.
"You'll see when you come over this summer! Won't it be so fun!"
Lovina had to grin. Maybe Antonio was useful for something after all.
Sakura enclosed a picture she had taken with Heracles, Ludwig, and Feliciana when they had visited her during the Spring Holidays.
Her caption read, "I was quite fortunate to have my friends at my home during the Spring Holidays. We had many wonderful times."
"Ve~ You can come and visit me during the summer, Sakura! Luddy is coming too!"
Sakura smiled. "Of course, Feliciana-chan. I may be visiting Hera-kun first though."
"Really, Sakura? That's wonderful! Have fun in Greece!"
Emma and Lars had submitted a photo they had taken on a brother-sister outing they had gone on during the Spring Holidays. Emma wrote an accompanying anecdote.
"My brother and I used to be good friends. When we were young children, we were each other's best friends. We simply thought we were , my father's shame became known to all. Lars was in fact my half-brother. I was furious. My father was already a rather displeasing character, but this was the last straw for me. I was livid. I could not believe that my mother could forgive him, but she did forgive him. She told me that she was too sick, and she did not wish to die angry. She wanted to love my brother.
When my mother died of cancer, everything in our family fell apart. We didn't speak to each other. My father threw himself into work, my brother to activities unsavory, and myself to art and books. We stopped functioning as a family. We started hating each other.
Recently, Lars and I resolved our past differences. After all, why should the errors of our father get in the way of our past relationship? It was not our fault that he chose what he chose to do. So we finally reconciled. I'm very happy to be good friends with my brother once more. We can't change what happened in the past, but we can change what will happen next."
"Hey Lars!"
Lars turned around to see his sister waving cheerfully at him. He flashed her his trademark half-grin.
"Hello, Em."
"Want to go on a double date with Vash and Madeleine? It'll be fun!"
Lars raised an eyebrow. "So you really did get hooked up with that Swissy."
Emma scowled at him. "Be nice."
He ruffled her hair affectionately. "I'm the epitome of 'nice.' When and where?"
Once again, Emma's feline grin worked its way onto her face. "I'll let you know."
Just like any other year, the Hetalia International Academy Official Yearbook was jammed with the usual material. On the last official schooling day, students could be seen pouring over the thin but colorful volume. They laughed, they teased, and they cried.
Leaving behind their pasts, they were all ready to move onto the summer and then, hopefully, they were ready for the next term or whatever else laid ahead.
A/N: How'd you like it? I hope I didn't make it too OOC. Especially the Spamano part.
And yes, a bit of IggyxFrancexAmerica. The FrUK was a request. ^^
Well, I'll get the epilogue published tomorrow! I'll leave the long notes till then.
And please review like crazy! I love you guys, and I love your reviews. ^^