Liar!
A/N: Alright. So I've missed you guys! I'm rather proud of how well I've stayed on top of posting chapters recently, though my other stories feel a little neglected. XD
Here's the story on the war. I am obsessed with Hetalia, obviously, and my roommate was for a while after I introduced her to the madness. She didn't like how much I was addicted, however, and decided she would no longer be addicted. The only thing she likes is GerIta, and she hates the rest of it. I KNOW, RIGHT? HOW CAN WE SHARE A ROOM? WE CAN'T!
Anyway, she's always always always going on about how much she hates Prussia. PRUSSIA! How can you hate him and share a room with me? You can't! I love him (even though he's not in the story *cries in corner*)! So, she's always going on about that, and it's a constant argument.
So about a week ago, she told me she was going to destroy my half of the room while I was asleep. I didn't think she was going to, so I crawled into bed just fine. She positioned a stool in the middle of the room and angled herself so that the light coming in from the window was illuminating half of her face. The top half, and only one of her eyes. Creeeeeeepy… So every time I rolled over, she was staring at me. STARING! Drinking a Mountain Dew as if nothing was wrong and eating a pixi stick to stay awake.
I wake up the next morning and she's already leaving. MY ROOM WAS A MESS! Not only that, but it was practically inverted. My snacks were all hidden and stuff was in my bed and my dirty laundry was on the floor and all my school stuff was hidden throughout the room and she left before I could get mad. IT WAS SOOO ANNOYING! So I showered and cleaned my room while she was gone and hiding from me.
Guess who figured out how to get back at her? THIS GIRL! I not only hid all her stuff/stole some of it, I pulled her desk away from the wall and pulled stuff out from under her bed and moved the dresser and book shelf and pulled her lamp to the middle of the room and trashed everything. But, only on her half. My half was clean. ^.^
I went to chemistry and met her there and found out she stole my favorite pair of thigh high stockings. They're white fishnet with blue ribbons and SO PRETTY!
Unfortunately, as a side note, I must admit: they look better on her. D=
So it was awkwardly silent as she went back to the dorm and I went to breakfast.
When I got back, her room was redecorated and fixed and mine didn't look too different… except for the mattress on the floor… … stripped of its bedding.
Cool thing is, I don't think she found where I hid her fitted sheet yet. She's been sleeping on the floor out of sheer laziness to making her bed. XD
So we've called a truce on the war to clean our room because pigasus (the dorm room inspections) are this week. XD I'll let you know how that goes.
Alright! People I love:
owlcitystars98, Cifer10, I no wanna log innnnnn & Same person from before, Zelda12343, darkangels1112, envysfangirl, NONAMESWEREAVAILABLE, Princess-Canada, HaruWitch, Anonymous, Dogsrule, HikariKegawaAshi, Anonymous, foREVerhauntingme, RaNdOm,
Shout outs:
darkangels1112: haha! I'm a dork and proud to be! No, I'm not French, but I do speak French. ^.^ and I'm a FrUK supporter, though I've read some USUK too. Don't worry, this chapter's not a FrUK chapter.
Anonymous person who didn't feel like logging in: You should log in. ^.^ But thank you for the acknowledgement. It makes me happy.
Zelda12343: Thanks! As for people faving and not reviewing, IT MAKES ME SO SAD! I don't think those people actually like what they're reading, which I shouldn't take insult to but I do! They could at least say 'nice story!' or something. It's not like it takes time!
As for the technique, go right ahead! It's not like it's copy righted idea! I've found it to be successful in not only making people laugh and give more personalized reviews, but make them want to come back because I have a slightly more personal relationship with my readers. I'm a fan of the idea, and I got it from someone else (whom I cannot remember the name of at this time. XD)
Anonymous: hahaha! I hadn't had anything like that specifically planned, I guess it depends on how you decide to view the scenario's you witness! ^.^
foREVerhauntingme: hahaha! Hopefully this chapter will help to answer your question. Otherwise, you may never know! Because I'm not telling! ;P
owlcitystars98: You should feel loved because you are! If you review every chapter, I'll give you a special shout out at the very end. I'll be thoroughly impressed.
*picturing Germany and Sweden as biological brothers* not that hard to do, surprisingly. XD They've just got… … well… a lot in common!
Hm… a tropical party, huh? I might have to go try that flavor of gum now. As for the sparkly green bit, I didn't see that one coming at all! *Sarcasm oozes out of computer screen*
HARD CORE PIZZA PARTY! (Have you heard a song called German Sparkle Party?)
Anyway, let's see how long we can make your reviews! I'll ask more questions at the end of this chapter. ^.^
Dogsrule: It's saved on my computer, have no fear. I knew it was a little farfetched, but he's trying the whole 'simple' thing from 2 chapters ago. XD
HikaraKegawaAshi: I remember you! My roommate and me are on decent speaking terms right now. We're on a truce, as the story above stated. Thanks for the awesome compliments! I'm glad you liked both of my stories! Hope you stick around for all of this one, it's a long one. ^.^
envysfangirl: You may never know. Muahahahah! And, I'm sorry it has taken me so long to catch on, but you're an FMA fan? More specifically, an envy fan? Brother hood series or American series?
ON WITH THE SHOW! I feel like I had so little to say in this A/N, but that's only because there were so few topics. It was 1 topic really, and that one topic took a lot to write out as I look back. Haha!
"I'm telling you, something's a wrong with him! Dammit, why a won't you listen to me?"
"He seemed just fine when I talked to him earlier, Lovi." Spain sat at the table, looking across the room at the irate Lovino.
"You only talked to him over the phone! Even someone as a stupid as you should a be able to tell that won't tell you shit!"
"Calm down, there's nothing wrong with Feliciano."
"It's not him!"
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"It a means it's not him!"
"Lovino, that makes no sense. I talked to him a little bit ago. Mi tomatito, come here."
"Don't a call me that!" He crossed his arms, defiant brat that he is.
"Por favore?"
"No."
"Por qué?"
"Because I hate a that name! I am not your tomato!" Lovino's eyes grew a little softer as he watched a frown lightly flit across the Spaniards face. He was always so happy, the frown seemed out of place and unwelcomed. "Spaaaaaain…" Lovino groaned.
"No, it's fine. I was out of place."
Romano walked over, gritting his teeth and hugging the damned Spaniard, burying his face in his chest. "God, Antonio, you can call a me that."
Spain smiled wider than he had been earlier that day, wrapping his arms around his Italian. "Oh really, Lovi? That's great! Te quiero!"
"Yeah, yeah. Shut up!"
Spain chuckled, kissing the top of Lovino's head.
"D-don't a do that! I came here to talk a-about fratello with you! Quit a changing the topic!"
Spain sighed, releasing his love and sitting back in the chair as Romano brushed himself off. "So what do you think is wrong with Italy?"
"I don't know, that's why I came to you!"
"How am I supposed to know, I don't talk to him all that much."
"Go to the damn potato eater's house! Talk a to my fratello!"
"Why can't you?"
"I don't like the potato eater… he's a got my brother's head twisted right around!"
Spain sighed, standing up. "Alright. I'll just go right over to Germany's house and knock on his door and ask to speak to Italy."
"Good."
Spain sighed again on the inside, upset that Lovino simply wouldn't see how ridiculous this was. But, he did go. He put his coat on and pulled his shoes on, grabbing the car keys and going to the door. "I'll be back in a bit."
"Alright."
"Love you…"
"Stop wasting time!"
Spain left, closing the door behind him and driving a little slow to the German's house. Everyone knew how protective Germany was over his Italian; especially since they'd started dating. It was going to be an awkward request for the Spaniard.
And sure enough, it was. Spain's stomach did little flips as he talked to the intimidating Aryan, who didn't seem to care in the slightest. "Uh… Ja. He's in the kitchen… …"
"Gracias." Germany stepped aside and Antonio walked in, looking around until Germany pointed to the kitchen. "Hehe… thanks…" Rubbing the back of his head, Toni went to the kitchen and poked his head in to see Italy cooking pasta, big surprise. "Feliciano?"
Turning his head, the Italian smiled the bright smile he always did when talking to anyone who wasn't English. "Ve~ Spain! Ciao!"
"Buenos días."
"Are you here for lunch? Do you want some pasta?"
"Not really. I just wanted to come talk to you for a bit."
"Oh. Okay! What about?" He went back to cooking and Spain stopped to think. What was he supposed to say? 'Oh yeah, your brother thinks there's something very wrong with you and wanted me to come see because he's afraid of your boyfriend…' Probably wouldn't work.
"Uh… nothing in particular! I just wanted to come see what had been going on with you recently. Anything interesting happen?"
"Ve~ not really."
"Nothing interesting happened to you at all?"
"Well, I've been sick for the past week, if that's interesting!"
"Is that so?..."
"Yep! But I'm better now, so I decided to cook dinner! You sure you don't want any?"
"Uh, no thank you. I'm fine. I just stopped by to see how you were." Spain turned, beginning to head out of the kitchen. "It was nice talking to- geez!" Spain grabbed the arm of the little girl to keep her from falling backwards from him walking right into her. "I'm sorry, are you alright?" Why is there a little girl here?
"Uh… y-yeah, I'm fine!" She smiled slightly, looking up at him with her big eyes, clutching a teddy bear in her right arm. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be in the way."
"No, I should have paid more attention."
"A-are you staying for dinner?"
The Spaniard shook his head, smiling. "I was just leaving, actually, so I can't stay for dinner. Maybe another time."
"Oh… have a nice day." Spain smiled at her when she looked away.
"You too. Good night, Italy!" He called behind him and then left, giving a small wave to Germany when he passed. Granted, the German probably didn't notice, he was busy reading a book or something. Once outside, Spain sighed and walked out to the car, sitting down and buckling his seatbelt (Don't ever forget to do this, kids!). He started the car and began driving back to his house, pulling his cellphone out and dialing his home number (DON'T EVER DO THIS!).
Ring… ring… ring… "Hello?"
"Lovino! You picked up!"
"I saw it was your number… Did you talk to him?"
"Yes, I talked to Italy…"
"That was quick, what'd he say?"
"Well, it's not like I asked him if anything was wrong. I think that would have been a little weird-"
"Then what did you say?"
"Lovino, your brother was sick the past week. That's probably what you noticed. I think this is his first day out of bed-"
"That's a not it!"
"You're imagining things-"
"I am not!"
"Nothing's wrong with your brother."
"I'm not lying! He's not Feliciano!"
Spain drove in silence for a second before sighing. "I don't know what to tell you, I-"
"You think I'm lying…"
"I didn't say that."
"What the hell was that silence supposed to be!"
"I was thinking!"
"Of a way to say I was a lying without actually saying it?"
"No!"
"I'm not a lying, something's a wrong with my fratello-"
"GEEZ!" Spain slammed on the breaks, swerving to the side to avoid a deer and then covering his ears at the deafening sound following.
"Spain?..."
"Uh…" Slowly getting out of the car, Spain sighed. "One of my tires popped… Listen, Lovi, I won't be home for a while."
Lovino sighed on the other end of the line. "I'm not a lying about this…"
"Can we discuss this some other time? Why don't you get some sleep…"
Click…
Spain blinked, looking at his phone. He shouldn't be too surprised, after all. He did basically call Lovino a liar and then avoid the topic…
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Lovino hung the phone up, biting his lower lip. How could Spain not believe him? What reason could he possibly have for making this up? Glancing out the window, Lovino's stomach turned in knots. He needed to talk to someone open-minded; someone who wouldn't think he was lying because there was no physical evidence; someone who was willing to think of not-so-typical solutions. Unfortunately, that someone was a black-magic user with imaginary friends- a topic which had gone around the entire conference room, its origins being the American idiot.
Going over, the Italian pulled his shoes on and headed out. Spain would never be back in time to see he'd left. Thankfully, it wasn't that long of a walk. It didn't take long to arrive at the large house that undoubtedly belonged to the rich English bastard. Sighing, Lovino approached the front door and knocked, biting his lower lip and pushing back the hope that he wouldn't be home.
Whether he was thankful or not, Lovino watched the front door open after a moment, revealing a rather annoyed looking England. "Yes?"
Lovino bit his lip. "Can I talk to you?" Why did the English man have to be the one who would most likely believe him?
"Uh… yeah." The irritated look disappeared from his face as he stepped aside and Lovino walked in, only to freeze in his tracks and stare at the Frenchman sitting on the couch, looking at him. Take it back, he only froze for a second before screaming and hiding behind England, who jumped at the sudden presence of an Italian right behind him.
France sat there staring at what he could see of Lovino until England's moving hand caught his attention. England pointed at the door. "Go home."
"Bu-"
"Go. Home."
"I haven't been here that long yet!"
"I don't care, I never invited you in in the first place!"
Sighing, France stood up off the couch and went to the door. "I'll come see you again tomorrow!"
"No-" Francis was gone, the door closing behind him. England sighed, knocking the bouquet of roses off the counter and into the trashcan as Lovino stepped out from behind him, brushing himself off. That never happened. "What do you need?"
Lovino glanced up. "I, uh… was a wondering if you had noticed anything weird about Feliciano recently…"
"Your brother? No, not really. I don't exactly talk to him all that much, why?"
"He's just not himself…"
"Is he sick? You know he might-"
"I don't think he's Feliciano."
"What do you mean?"
"I don't know, it's just… he's not…"
"You have a hunch…"
"Yeah. Call it twin telepathy or something along those lines if you've got to name it…"
"So you think it's someone else is taking Italy's place."
"Not really… I don't know, it's not natural."
"It's like… he's possessed or something?"
"Maybe, I'm not sure."
"I can keep an eye out if you'd like, but I can't say for sure."
Sighing, Lovino nodded. "Alright." Turning around, Lovino shoved one hand in his pocket and turned the door knob with the other, hesitating momentarily in the door. "Do you… do you think it's possible?"
"What's possible?"
"That… he could be possessed or something…"
"I doubt he's possessed, but something might be wrong with him. Like I said, I can't exactly know for sure. I'll look through my black magic books for you if it'll make you feel better…"
"No, it's fine-… uh… sure…"
"Alright. Good night, Romano."
"Night…"
A/N: Heyo! So what'd you think? I have a few ideas about this chapter, but your opinions are the ones that count!
Questions: Anyone out there really good at Chemistry? Or, does anyone really really hate Chemistry like me? I have recently discovered a deep passionate hatred for the God-forsaken subject. XD
Hows about preferences for pizza? What toppings? Stuffed crust, obviously, right? ^.^
Are any of you reading this artists? Do you draw fanart?
I think that's enough for now. Night!