There's No Happy Ending

by cellopanda14

Lovino is very different from his brother. He is antisocial, and despises being bugged by people. However, even though people so desperately want to include him, he feels that they only pity him. And once they get him in, they forget him all together. No real pairings, except for hints at Spamano but nothing really happens with it. T for Romano's language. I do not own Hetalia.

7. Chapter 7

People have been paying slightly more attention to me lately. I don't like it.

Ever since I almost drowned, people started thinking I was "accident prone" and that since I was so unnoticable, they needed to keep a special eye on me. It's idiotic. Now I can't do anything in peace! Everytime I read, they walk over to me and start trying to include me. It's sickening! I've been trying to find a spot to hide to myself for a week now! I swear I've never worked so hard to avoid people before today. My social awkwardness/loathing has a bigger effect than ever.

What's odd is Antonio. Sure, he still tries to talk to me all the time, but of all people, he has the closest eye on me. It's like he thinks I'm going to spontaneously combust (a term he doesn't know, by the way). And every time I catch his watchful glance, his eyes are full of worry, or sometimes hurt. He talks to me as though nothing is wrong, but I think he's lying. And I can't stand it when people lie to me. The other day, for example.

"Hola, Lovino!" He said, his semi-normal self. He took the chair next to mine and turned towards me to talk, I guess.

"What do you want?" I asked annoyed. A headache magically appeared as he smiled (I wonder how that happened).

"Nothing, really, just to talk to mi amigo!" Was he checking on me, or something? We had nothing to talk about, unless he had something to say about the beach trip, which I doubted.

"Well, I don't really have anything to talk about, so I don't know, maybe someone else wants your attention." I tried to focus back on my book, but I could feel that oh so familiar feeling I got when someone gave me that pitiful look. Except his seemed happier than others.

"I guess that person will have to wait then." He smiled. He was fairly popular with girls, always attracting their attention. They mostly stare at him, and as soon he looks at them and smile, they start giggling. It's awful to listen to. Yet for some reason, he keeps talking to me.

"What could you possibly have to talk about with me?" I gave him a look that was quizzical mixed with annoyance.

"Stuff... Spring Social..." I didn't like where he was going it. I stood up and slammed my book on the table.

"That dumb I-don't-even-know-what-to-call-it is the worst possible thing you could want to discuss! For once, just leave me to myself!" And I stormed out of the room. I felt extremely relieved to see that he didn't follow me.