(Though, most of the stress was coming from living with my dad. Living with your boyfriend, and him only, is AWESOME! XD)
Himayura Hidekaz owns Hetalia.
Warning- May contain some racial slurs or "speaking the lord(s) name in vain." I don't mean to offend ANYONE! Especially in this fic. There's going to be a bit of religious-bashing in this.
This will be put into two parts. They're both the same story, only one, is Romain's point of view, and the other part is in Lovino's point of view.
And no, I have NOT been stalked before... I don't think, and I hope not to be. I'm actually getting these "feelings" from some anime and manga that had similar situations with a stalker stalking a girl, or boy... Some, I can't remember the name of...
APHAPHAPH Francis is leaving, soon! I can call Lovino, and tell him what we've both been wanting to say for a while, now! When Francis leaves, he usually leaves for a few days.
He's making Lovino give him a kiss goodbye... I'm going to KILL HIM!
...I should calm down. Everything will be perfect, soon. I have EVERYTHING that we're going to need. Francis is leaving, now. There's a pay-phone near by. It's not close enough, so I can see Lovino's reaction, but I already know what his reaction will be. I can already see the relief on his face when I tell him that his feelings for me are not one-sided.
Lovino will delete the calling history, so Francis won't even know! I know he will. He doesn't want to get more scars on his back, does he? No. Nobody wants that.
It's ringing. I have few coins, in case this first one doesn't work. It's a big house, after all. It will take some running around, until he-
"Allo?"* It's him!
"Ah- All- I mean, hello. Is Lovino Vargas there?" There was a short pause.
"Who is this?"
"I-I just wanted you to know that I love you, too."
"...Did Francis hire you to say this, or something?"
"No!" Damn it. Calm down... "No, he didn't. I seriously love you, and I'll do whatever I can to get you away from that bastard. I already have everything we'll need."
He hangs up, after that. I guess he's still shy about his feelings. That's okay. I understand. I will wait for him to come around, and I'll be calling him on a daily basis, until he does.
aphaphaph
Second day. "Hello, is this Lovino Vargas?"
"Are you the same person from last night?"
"Ah- Yes, I am."
"What the hell. Who are you?"
"You don't have to pretend to not know, love. I'll take care of Francis, soon. We'll be very happy, together."
He hangs up, again. I guess he is still too shy.
aphaphaph
Third day, I called, but he didn't pick up. Nobody did. I know that there are maids in the house, but neither one of them picked up the phone. I left a message for him. I'll try again, later. I have gifts to send to him, anyway.
I think I'll send one gift, every few hours or so. I already left some flowers, and a letter in front of the door, for him. A maid grabs them, and gives the gifts to him. (He was waiting inside of the bedroom.)
I think I'll send chocolates, next...
aphaphaph (Lovino's POV)
Francis is going to be away for a few days. Great. Three and a half boring days. I wish that I could come with, but at least he trusts me enough to stay, now.
Of course, he should. I don't want to leave. I truly love my master. How many slaves can admit to that? Okay, I'm not saying that I did admit it to Francis, but I do love him.
And the phone's ringing. Great. Well, the phone is in the other room. I might as well pick it up myself.
"Allo?" Francis told me to pick up the phone and say that. If the person starts speaking French, then I have to say "une seconde,"* and get one of the maids.
"Ah- All, I mean, hello." English. Great. I get to stick around. "Is Lovino Vargas there?" ...Huh?
"Who is this?"
"I-I just wanted you to know that I love you, too." What?! And, what's with the "too?" What kind of sick joke...
"...Did Francis hire you to say this, or something?"
"No!"
"Jesus!" I almost dropped the phone in surprise. He didn't have to scream in my ear!
"No, he didn't. I seriously love you, and I'll do whatever I can to get you away from that bastard." What bastard? "I already have everything we'll need." What is he talking about?!
I sigh, hang up, and groan on my way to the kitchen. Stupid prank-callers. I may have been... Bought, but I can honestly say that I have more of a life than they'll ever have!
I kind of hope that Francis DID hire him, though. That would be a funny story to tell, once he gets back.
aphaphaph
The phone rings the next day. I pick it up, relunctantly.
"Hello, is this Lovino Vargas?" Great.
"Are you the same person from last night?" Who pranks the same place, twice? Seriously...
"Ah- Yes, I am."
"What the hell. Who are you?"
"You don't have to pretend to not know, love." What?! "I'll take care of Francis, soon." What does he... What is he talking about? "We'll be very happy, together."
I slam the phone down, at that. What the hell is WRONG with this man?! Francis, come home soon.
aphaphaph
The phone's ringing again, today. I asked everyone to let the machine take the messages. I can hear his damn voice.
"Hello again, Lovino. I love you. I can't wait for our wedding." What..? "I already covered your dress, and your ring. I know that you are going to love both of them." What? "I hope to see you soon. I love you. Bye."
What... The hell was that? I'm... Going to lock myself in the bedroom.
About a minute later, and the doorbell rings. Shit! I can't go over there, but the maids...
"Lovino? Where are you?"
One of them is calling out for me. Should I answer her? I'm sure she'll check the bedroom, first, since I'm usually asleep during the middle of the day.
Sure enough, she knocks on the door. "Lovino?" She's carrying a bouquet of roses. "These came for you."
"F-From who?" I didn't mean to stutter...
"I'm not sure, but there's a note with it, in the roses."
"Alright. I'll take it." I take the bouquet from her, and took the note out. I'm not going to read it, yet. I'll let Francis take a look at it, first.
"Um, do you want me to put these in water?"
I shake my head. "No, don't worry about it. Thank you." I smile, to reassure her. A fake smile, but a smile, nonetheless. She smiled back, before leaving.
I toss the roses on the desk, drew the curtains over the windows, and curled up on the bed.
Francis should be home soon. Any minute now... Please, hurry the fuck up, damn it...