I got another puppy! Her name is Luna, and she will be carrying Spiker's babies when she gets bigger~!
Also, I won Persona 3 FES, and started playing Persona 4. I'm only here right now, because of anime on Saturday into Sunday nights/morning.
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.
POV, NARRATIVE... I'm sorry for the delay. I was having trouble, deciding where to go with this. ^^;
APHAPHAPH Francis was shaking in confusion, anger, and the feeling of disappointment. He had a letter in his hand. He found it by the bouquet of slowly wilting flowers on his desk.
'I assume that you'll get rid of this letter before Francis comes back, later tonight. I have everything ready for our marriage. It will be wonderful! We can talk about adoption, and move back to Romano.
Francis won't have to know! It will be great! I love you so much, and I know that you love me! I can see it in your eyes! I know that this soundss sappy, but it's true. I'll get you, when you're "napping." We will be married, by tonight. I can't wait until Francis is gone from our life!
I'll see you tonight, Lovino!'
The letter didn't have a name to it at the end. Francis didn't know what he did to make Lovino run away. And to get married to a man who wouldn't give his name in a love letter.
He thought that he was giving Lovino everything he wanted. He loves Lovino, and he thought that Lovino, at least liked him. Surely, Lovino knew that he couldn't get married without his master's permission.
The thing is, Francis doesn't know if he would give Lovino permission to get married. He wants Lovino to be happy, but he knew that he would be a jealous mess, to see Lovino with another man. He was already shaking in an envy-filled rage.
He could at least hire a bounty hunter to find Lovino, so he could ask him why he would leave without saying anything.
Okay, so Lovino is Francis' slave. Normally, he would have every reason to want to leave, but Lovino is barely treated as a slave, anymore. Francis loves him, to the point where he's afraid of freeing him of his slavery. He was afraid that Lovino would run away from him, forever.
Well, a bounty hunter will get him back. He was afraid of having Lovino hate him for life, but at least he would know why Lovino would run away like this.
aphaphaph Romain ran his fingers through Lovino's hair. "Wake up, Lovino." He cooed lovingly. "You have to get up, to get ready."
Lovino, once he was awake, sat up right away. "Francis, this..." He stopped himself when he noticed that he wasn't in the bedroom. He didn't know where he was.
"Good morning, Lovino! You're a heavy sleeper, though I knew that, already. I also needed to cover your face with a chloroform-soaked rag, but I didn't want to surprise you and alarm the maids."
Lovino scrunched his eyebrows in confusion. "What?" He turned to see who he was in the room with. "Romain?! Why am I... Where... Why are you... What... The hell is going on?!"
"Calm down, Lovino." Romain placed his hands on Lovino's shoulders. "I know what you think about me. I got everything ready. All you have to do, is wear your dress, and walk down the room, and we can leave France forever."
"What?!" Lovino stood up. "What the hell are-" He stopped himself, when he noticed a white (and admittedly, beautiful) dress, standing on the other side of the room.
"I know that this is going way too fast. I tried to talk to you, and send hints during work, but it's hard to contact you with that perverted bastard around."
"Perverted..." You mean Francis?! Where is he, anyway?!"
Romain chuckled. "You don't need to worry about him anymore. I've been waiting for Francis to leave for a few days on his "working trips," so I could plant bombs under his house."
"You WHAT?!"
"It's all for us! I'll call some friends, and they'll make the bombs go off. Francis will die, and we'll be married!"
"What the fuck is wrong..." His eyes widened. "You were the one who was stalking me... Why?!"
"Stalking?" Romain repeated in a chuckle. "I care about you. I spent so much time, and money, just to get this far. I love you so much."
"I barely even know you! YOU barely know ME!"
"I know enough about you! I know where your scar is- which I can get people to fix.(1) I know what damage Francis did to your back, and your foot! I know what your body looks like- what your face when you orgasm looks like."
Lovino couldn't believe what he was hearing. He wanted to vomit. He had to think. This person obviously has a lot of problems, if he was serious about everything he was saying.
"What's with that look? I can tell that you feel the same way about me. You always have this loving look in your eyes, whenever you're around me. So, why do you look so disgusted?"
'What is he...' He shook his head, as if to stop that thought. "I just don't want to marry a murderer. I won't get married to you, knowing that you will kill a man afterwards."
Romain sighed in relief. "Oh, is that all? Well, that's not a big problem. We can go to America for our honeymoon, and get everything legal there. We won't have to worry about Francis for the rest of our lives."
Lovino smiled nervously. "This is just... So soon."
He had to shut his questions up, for now. He could play along. He just needs to waste time, until the bounty hunter that Francis hires this time, finds him.
"I know. I know it is, but we should still hurry. Everyone's waiting on us."
'"Everyone?!" Who's "everyone?!"'
"I'll leave, so you can put on your dress, without me peaking before the wedding actually starts."
"Okay. Just, leave, so I can do that." He bit his lip. 'That sounded a little too forced, dammit...'
Fortunately for him, Romain smiled, and left Lovino alone, in the room with the custom-made dress.
'How much time can I waste? 'Probably not much. Dammit, bounty hunter. Hurry up...'
He stared at the dress for a while. It was truly beautiful. The "bust area" wasn't there, so he wouldn't have to worry about filling the empty space. The lace around the neck, and the lace on the sleeves, were designed to look like lillies. The veil, on closer inspection, had the same design.
He sighed, and took his current clothes off. He threw them by a vent, hoping that it would help the dogs get his scent, somehow. (Assuming that dogs would be used.)
He was careful, when removing the dress from the stand, as though it was a priceless, glass item on display at a museum. He wasn't sure how he was going to put it on, by himself, but he would have to try.
'What is he doing for flowers?' He wondered, curious but not worried. 'You're about to get married to someone who you barely know, dammit. How the fuck did this even happen?!'
There was a knock on the door, and an unfamiliar voice called out. "Are you almost done? It's almost time."
"Y-Yeah, I'm ready." He relunctantly opened the door. The veil already covered his face- to hide it. He was led to a couple of giant doors.
He was pretty sure that the person- whoever he was- was trying to talk to him, but he could only hear his heart beating in his ears.
He was handed a bouquet of white roses, and the doors opened. 'This is... Weird...' He started walking down the giant hall. The doors were closed behind him. The music was almost as loud as his heart beats.
Lovino couldn't help the tears falling down his partially hidden face.
APHAPHAPH The next chapter is going to be the last, I think... Unless something like this happens again, where I find a good place to end the chapter early, and continue on with the next one.