Chapter II ~ Why did it have to be you?

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Previously on The Hetalia Dating Game~

"But Fratello..." He whined.

"Feli, there is nothing you can say that will make me go to that she-demon's house!" I screeched for emphasis. If there was one thing I was absolutely certain of, it was the bad feeling in my gut that I should avoid this meeting at all costs.

"Big Brother Spain will be there! Ve~" Oh for fuck's sake.

Now I know what you all are thinking at the moment. Aw, Lovi wants to be with Spain. First of all, HELL NO. I-I'm just going to make sure he's safe from the claws of Hungary. I mean... just think of what would happen if I left him alone. Imagine all the worst-case scenarios and times that by three. All hell would break loose! All the countries were going too, and that included France (who would do the unspeakable to Spain if Hungary just asked) and Prussia (who isn't even a country anymore so why is he going?!). Spain doesn't know it yet, but I'm his guardian angel whether he likes it or not. And, of course, the fact that my boss would kick my ass if I were to stay home, be lazy, and do absolutely nothing all day instead of trying to fix all the world's problems. Let's face it, that's so not happening anytime soon.

So, if you were able to see me now, you'd see a very hot yet grouchy Italian man in his hot car with his wuss of a brother. Grouchy because we only had 24 hours to drive to Hungary's place and that clearly wasn't enough time. Feliciano and I knew we were going to arrive late since we included stops for food, bathrooms, and resting. The entire ride was fucking annoying as well. When Feliciano drove and I rested, he would sing his German songs. Naturally, I'd yell at him and curse out loud, which made him weep the entire time. So, no sleep for me. It's like the universe hates me.

And when I was driving, Feli decided it was more than a perfect time to call his potato bastard and talk nonsense. So, it wasn't a peaceful ride. As of right now, I was driving and our navigator claimed we were less than an hour away from our destination. It wasn't long before Feliciano decided to give me "the talk". Yes, you know the one. NO, NOT THAT ONE! "Ve~ uh...Lovi could I ask you a question?"

"What is it?" I growled. He better make it quick, I'm fucking driving here.

"Well...um... do you love Spain?" What? Why, do my ears deceive me? In reality, I didn't keep my cool at all. My eyes widened and soon enough you could hear tires screeching and the sound of horns being beeped loud. I cannot believe that distracted me. That one simple question made my mind go blank for a minute. Once I regained my sense of direction and saw what was close to a car crash, I swore loudly and slammed on brakes. As I quickly swerved off to an intersection and off the path, driving soundly back onto a highway. Focus Lovino! I had almost crashed into a motherfucking car. And didn't even have the time to give the other innocent driver the finger! Why? Because Feli decided to ask the stupid fucking question. Dammit, now my hands are frozen. I can't concentrate. Why is this so overwhelming to answer?

I intensely glared onto the road and we stayed silent till we were off the highway. I was going over 70 mph, which wasn't a good sign. My tongue dried up almost instantaneously as I continued to drive with a steel grip on the wheel till we neared the closest gas station. That's it, we're stopping the car! As you can probably guess Feliciano freaked out and honestly believed we were going to die. Heck, I couldn't even focus on the crap he was spatting out. Even if he was screaming in my ear, wouldn't be surprised if I couldn't hear very well the next day. I need to calm down, where the hell is all this unnecessary anxiety coming from? "Lovi~! I thought you said you had your license! How could you lie to your fratello?!" Something snapped. Probably because both He and I were used to getting speeding tickets, that I found what he said offensive. I parked in front of a gas station and turned to face who I was this close to murdering.

"Fuck you! My driving is no better than yours!" I growled, drawing unwanted attention from a few bystanders. Meanwhile, Feliciano cried like a wimp asking why we "weren't as close as we used to be." What the fuck did that even mean?! I responded with more swears, not noticing the beauty behind me. I blame Feli.

"Um...haa...excuse me?" She stuttered out, nervous head-to-toe quietly. She shuddered when I gave her a accidental glare. I gave myself a mental slap to the face. She was a pretty one too. She knocked on the glass windshield, worried for a moment. Dammit, like I don't have enough to deal with already. I rolled down the windshield with a click of a button. "S-sorry to bother you sir, but would you like me to fill up the tank?" Oh...right. We're at a gas station. Remind me to murder Feliciano, or better yet, hide all the pasta once we get home.

"My apologies, bella. Yes, please fill it up." I tried smiling as softly as I could while thinking of ways I could punish my idiot brother. That seemed to do the trick as I handed my credit card to her blushing face. Accents did wonders to foreigners, it was a fact of life. She contently left to finish the job, as I decided to stay silent. It was torturing not to tell Feliciano off at that moment. If you observed my face closely, you could make out the occasional twitching I had not fixed. I was also pondering on what I would tell Feliciano. He was that persistent. No doubt he would get an answer out of me as soon as we hit the road again.

"Lovi~ You didn't answer my question..." Or maybe sooner. I am not ready for this conversation. As calmly as I could, I replied, "That's because you're not getting a fucking answer..." I didn't dare look over to feel so guilt-ridden by those pleading eyes. They were probably more sickening than Spain's!

"But Lovi~ he asked me to ask you!" Feliciano whined. I don't care what excuse he had, there was no way I'm answering an answer as embarrassing as it could be. And if he thinks that he can...wait... wait just one fucking moment...

WHAT THE HELL?!

He asked you?!

Feliciano flinched a bit, when I turned to him with an expression filled with horror and awe and well, you don't want to imagine it. I bet I looked creepy myself. What was spiraling through my thoughts at the moment was exactly when did Feliciano have the time to talk to Spain when I couldn't?! We were both equally as busy! Plus there's no more room for him, since that macho potato took too much space! Not to mention that Spain's too busy with those dicks he calls "friends". Even Feliciano avoided the Bad Touch Trio at all times. That and how did he even know? I pretty sure I made my point quite vividly when it came to my feelings, with a series of vibrant, colorful swears.

I don't know why but whenever Spain is mentioned. I feel a bit nostalgic and queasy. My legs turn into jelly and there's an anxious feel of fluttering deep within me. God, I must be getting sick or something. I need a doctor. But that did not excuse Feli for associating with that damn tomato bastard!

"Feli... before I go all mafia on your ass, tell me. When the fuck did Spain...No, even better, why the fuck did he ask a question like that?" Feliciano gave me that annoying coy smirk. You know the one where your friends knows something secret, you don't. So, I was half-expecting the answer he gave me.

"Fratello, that's a secret! For me to know and for you to find out~!" What? Since when did he share secrets with Spain and not me! I spent my entire childhood, not to mention teenage years with him. Wasn't I closer to him than Feli? Hypocritical bastard, I fucking hate him. If he dares speak to me at t-this meeting, then I hope he likes being ignored and glared at. I-Its not like I c-care or anything... but I'll be damned if Feliciano didn't expect what was coming if he gave a half-assed answer like that!

Next thing I knew, my hands intertwined at his neck and I repeatedly choked and head-butted his sorry face as violent as I could. I should tie the mafia on both Spain and Veneziano's asses. Just to show them who's boss. Feliciano cried and whined out so damn loudly, he was making ten different suggestive noises of pain all at once. The fuck? Now, I was pretty damn sure everyone at the gas station maneuvered their way to check on us like the pervs they are. That must be Feliciano's way of getting his undivided attention here. Eventually, no one dared challenge me and my superiority. As in everyone was too fucking scared of my frightening manliness to do something about it. Hah! That'll show you yaoi fangirls who the real seme is here!

...

What the hell is wrong with me today? Ugh...you know what, I know too much! I've been infected now. And I'd better edit that out later. Meh... Feli can do it for me later. Anyway, in the end, the one who saved my idiot brother from my wrath was the gas station pretty who's been filling up my car tank the entire time. I don't she was even phased this time either since she came up to me and chimed a happy tune while singing, goodbye flirtatiously.

"Grazie, bella." I even made sure to add a wink there before moving back onto the road ahead. What? What kind of Italian man would I be if I didn't flirt with pretty girls? You know what, you guys confuse me. Oh and that rule doesn't apply to fratello at all. Why? Well because that potato bastard told him not to flirt with anyone other than him. I cannot tell you how much this enraged me. I went so far as to try and convince Feli that its a sin not to flirt with woman on the spot. He almost believed it too, if it weren't for him running it by his boyfriend first. NO. I didn't fucking say that either! Please mentally replace the word, "boyfriend" with "slave-driver". Way more accurate, that word also applies to Hungary, Austria, Spain, and England by the way.

As expected, I spent the entire ride avoiding the rest of Feliciano's questions and let me tell you, he better stop if he knows what's good for him! At one point I lost my temper though... "For the love of... NO. That's my answer Feli. Happy? I don't love Spain and I never did. I don't know what the devil gave you the notion that I did!" I also bet that devil was named Hungary. "No." I huffed out for emphasis. I gritted my teeth at the obvious lie. If he wanted an answer so damn badly, well there it is! There's no way, no humanely possible way I was going to admit anything to Feli who would tell just about the rest of the world later.

"Really Lovi~? Are you sure? I could've sworn..." I hate it when he made me question myself. " YES, I'm fucking sure! Leave me alone, dammit! I don't love Spain! If anything, I hate him!" That silenced him quickly enough which both startled and made me over think the whole idea of it.

...

I gulped, feeling a sinking sensation in my heart. Like the whole realization rushed up to my brain in powerful waves. Why did I always chose the stupid path of false denial? Even if I knew perfectly well that I was going to regret this later. It's almost inevitable that Feli would tell Spain this. But... what wavered me from correcting myself was the fact that we haven't seen each other in a while...not since that day. Oh god, oh mio dio... I can't go to Hungary's! Not now, I'm not mentally prepared! Fuck it, why did I have to realize the error of my ways now!?

I've... sorta been avoiding him since the last time I saw him. So, maybe my feelings for him lessened. And maybe the feeling is mutual. I doubt he has any feelings for me anymore. How long has it been since I last saw him? In reality, its been half a year since I've seen him at the last World Conference which we have yearly. And even then, I refuse to sit near him so, therefore no contact and Id like to keep it that way for now. I usually sit as far away as possible, even if it means sitting next to that macho potato or *shudders* Russia, which is not pleasant.

Let me tell you, because the potato bastard literally screams in your ear half the time. Its a miracle I don't have to go to an ear doctor. While Russia is being creepy and frightening as usual. But it wouldn't even matter because were all assigned in our ALPHABETICALLY-ORDERED seats and I'm categorized with Italy. So, Spain and I sit far apart anyway. Both in actuality and geographically speaking. Then, at the end of the meeting, I'd dash out with my Italian speed all the way back to the heart of Italy. All before someone annoying like America can stop me.

Other than World Conferences... I haven't seen him, no. I've kinda blocked all means of contacting the tomato bastard. Moving my house, changing my phone number, deleting my facebook, putting his useless emails to be considered trash or spam. I know I'm being childish, dammit! But I did it in the hopes of getting over him. I haven't seen him in over a century now. I wonder how's he been. Its too agonizing to be near him. Not after what happened. Oh yeah, you're probably wondering what I mean by that. I-I'll explain that later, prying cagna.

Perhaps once, did the sight of him overwhelmed me to the point of giving me a heart attack. Like I said, I now, barely remember what he looks like, what he sounds like, what he smells like and what attracted me to him. I've been avoiding all means of eye-contact with him at World Conferences if that isn't enough. I think they were green... Memories fade fast for half- countries such as myself. I felt relieved for for a moment. Maybe he still didn't have that effect on me. T-that's a good sign...,right? I'm glad what I once felt for him was nothing more than puppy love, just infatuation, nothing else. Its a relief like a huge weight off my back.

"Lovi~? Are you crying?" Feliciano shamelessly asked. I hurriedly wiped my eyes with the back of my wrist. They were watery. Not crying, but enough to drop a single tear. Those tears were just threatening to spill over the edge. Fuck... How the hell...?! Damn it... "Hell no! Shut up! I have dust in my eye. Close the fucking window Feli!" But then...why do I feel like i'm falling deep?

I hate Spain. I hate him for making me feel this way. I hate the effect he has on me. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it! Why can't he just go away and leave me alone? My eyes widened at what I just said. My mind blanked out as if that thought alone burned and scorched the rest of my thoughts soundlessly. Go away? Am I fucking stupid? During the Exploration, I was basically tortured by the fact that Spain had to "go away" to the New World. Those are the days that I remembered, burned in the back of my mind. I had thought he had died and disappeared at that time. I blinked back the tears and clutched onto my heart.

Calm down Romano... calm down. The year is 2013, not 1492. I need a distraction, anything to suppress these fucking emotions. I'm not a girl, dammit. And to top it all off... I have a new problem is emerging. The fact that Hungary probably and most-likely force us to sit next to whom she pleases be since we are going to her house. And she's going to force us to stay whether we like it or not. Who knows what that cagna is up to?! That means I'll have to encounter Spain at one point. I could feel the anxiety rising to it climax. A-And I've been avoiding him since that day when he...

" Lovi~ are you alright? You look a bit pale..."

"Were here." I dreaded to say those words and threw every ounce of willpower I had to not turn around and drive back. I had to face the consequences one day anyway. Running away won't last forever. Hopefully, life won't be a butt and stubborn as hell. I'll just treat this situation like how I treat all situations. Ignore it and it'll go away. Even if I did know that this -undoubtedly- is most certainly not one of those situations.

I fucking hate my life.

(( A/N~ Oh mio dio~! This is one hella long chapter! Hope you like it~! I can't believe Spain is not introduced yet. Worry not, he will be in the next chapter. Also I realized that reviews help me update faster and write more. It's like inspiration. So, thank you~! So much angst at the end...uh sowwy? ^.^' Constructional Criticism is always encouraged. And you'll -maybe- find you what Spain did to Lovi on "that day". I wonder if you guys can guess... Ciao~! ))