The introduction of Russia! Such a glorious moment, which will be later filled with psychotic awesomeness~
Chapter V
After the ten minutes of torture was up, the bell rang and Antonio clutched onto Lovino again
"Gah! Bastard get off! We're not like Alfred and Arthur over there!" Said two turned around as embarrassed as possible. "Get a room! And you," Lovino looked straight into Antonio's eyes. "Get off!" And pushed him off.
"But what if something happens to you again?" Antonio whispered into his ear, very seductively. He let go of Lovino, smiled as big as possible, and then disappeared into the crowd.
Lovino's face instantly turned red. What the hell! Why was Antonio doing that?
"And why did I like it?..." Lovino muttered under his breath. He ran to his next class, Home Ec, and threw his things beside the door. The entire time, a certain Russian and Spaniard were watching it all unfold from around the corner.
"Dazed and confused, it fits him well, da?" The Russian smiled.
"Si, you have good ideas Ivan! I should talk to you more often~," Antonio beamed. There was only one thing he couldn't figure out though. "But why are you helping me?" He usually doesn't talk to anyone except for his neighbors and his older sister, so why him?
'I had nothing else to do, and this keeps me...entertained." He answered. "And you're the only one who won't,"
BRIIIING
"Tell me when we get in class, 'kay?"
"Da"
They went into the class next to Home Ec, Sociology, and sat in their seats which were right next to each other. Everyone was chatting about the weekend, what they're doing after school, or that one robot movie coming out soon (courtesy of Peter) except for Ivan and Antonio. Probably because in that class they had no one else to talk to, not even Francis and Gilbert. Plus the fact that Ivan seemed to be getting slowly depressed didn't help.
"So what were you going to tell me earlier?" Antonio asked, hoping to lighten the mood.
"I can't remember..." Ivan was usually anti-social, but usually not to this extreme. Whenever it did happen though it caused people around to worry. Antonio could almost feel that purple aura surrounding him, swallowing him whole. It seemed to be laced with angst, sadness, and a hint of delirium? Strange.
"I think I remember now!" Ivan grinned. Maybe the aura was temporary since it did go away when he smiled...
"What was it?"
"You're the only one who won't get mad at me all the time, or pressure me to do things." Ivan looked almost like a small child by now, who would've thought that he could like that?
"Yay! Well I do aim for niceness~"
'Nya~~' A brown and white kitten mewed.
Antonio turned toward the sound, "Now that I think about it, what happened to Heracles? He's been gone for a while." Ivan pointed at his office chair. "Oooh, he's buried underneath...cats?" Antonio raised an eyebrow and Ivan nodded. Heracles was seriously the laziest teacher in the school, no other one would even let a single cat lay on them let alone an entire bodies worth.
Lovino's heart was fluttering like crazy. "What...what's wrong with me?" He shook his head and patted his face. He had felt feelings for Antonio for a while, but he tried his hardest to delude himself out of it. Hell, he definitely did NOT want to be like Arthur! Yet...it was the truth. He couldn't deny it anymore and he couldn't let Antonio find out. How could he have been sure that Antonio was flirting earlier?
Maybe all Spaniards did things like that.
Maybe he was just being used.
Maybe someone was making him do those things.
But maybe, just maybe, he really did love Antonio?
[1] Alfred F. Jones - America
[2] Arthur Kirkland - England
[3] Ivan Braginski - Russia
Whenever I write these chapters on my tablet they seem longer :O
Grrr... well at least they end at goodish parts in my opinion~
Next up, Hungary, Prussia, Japan and France - oh joy!