Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia
When something life-altering happens, a person can easily miss it, not thinking too critically on the moment until years later.
For instance, a happily married man may realize that maybe things wouldn't have worked out, if four years ago he hadn't smiled at a woman sitting near him in a coffee shop. She would not have smiled back. They would not have exchanged numbers. And they most certainly would not be married with 2.5 children and a white picket fence.
It's easy to miss moments that could turn into something huge. It's easy to not realize how life altering a situation really can become. Because of this, most people live their lives day-by-day not realizing that a split second decision can cause a chain reaction. Most people don't catch these moments.
Lovino was not most people.
And when he made eye contact with his new neighbor, something in him thought it knew that everything was about to go to utter shit.
He'd been watering the small garden in front of his apartment when a skinny, tan male stepped out of the apartment complex across from his own. He stretched and, upon realizing
Lovi was watching him, raised a hand to wave.
His hand dropped abruptly and a sharp realization shocked his features. Lovi's eyes widened.
The Italian began to back up, tripping as he tried to get to the hose nozzle.
Lefty loosy...righty tighty...?..fuck fuck fuck! goddammit he's walking over here..!
He finally got the water to turn off. Not giving a shit about whether the hose was properly rolled up, he dropped it and ran inside, slamming the door behind him and locking it.
Fuck fuck fuck
A small voice in Lovi's head tried to reason with the boy, telling him over and over that it could have been someone else, that he was seeing things.
He looked through the peep-hole and cursed loudly.
He knew fully well who the man was. It had been years since he had last seen him, driving off in the back of his parents car, leaving Lovino to fend for himself. He would have recognized that asshole anywhere.
With his back against the front door, he whispered, "Holy shit...Antonio."
As if on Que, the Spaniard knocked on his front door.