Chapter VIII~ The End of All Flashbacks
Disclaimer~ I do not own Hetalia.
((A/N~ Holy Crapola, I'm finally done with the stupid flashbacks, getting on my nerves and all~! I've been waiting to start this chapter since Chapter Uno~! I love you guys.))
There he was. There was the love of my life and also the bane of my existence. H-how is he even here? Fucking hell, do not tell me Feli invited him here! That idiot! I'm not ready, not ready, NOT FUCKING READY!
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And yet, there he was. With his disheveled brown locks on hair curling up and him emerald eyes piercing through me. I gulped. How am I supposed to talk to someone who looks like a god? God of Romance and Hotness. Beauty a-and Compassion. After hearing Britain talk shit about Antonio for two hours, you'd think the first impression I got as soon as he opened the door was that Spain was some sort of menace. But no,... I didn't see him like that. I couldn't see him like that. That would be impossible for me. It's too bad that right now he was not looking as great as he could've been since his eyebrows scrunched down and he glared so with apprehension. I froze. He was the first to break this cold silence.
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"Lovino, where were you? Where did you go after the meeting?" He asked, somewhat sounding worried and anxious for an answer. Lying would not be wise right now.
"Didn't you hear America? He was too fucking loud for you not to hear!" I tried to keep my cool, if I don't think about it. If I get irrationally angry, at least I won't bawl in front of him.
"Then, why were you in the car with him! And not America?!" He practically screamed at me.
He saw me.
Fuck. Don't think about it, Romano!
I kept my head down low, I couldn't dare to look up.
"Why are you here?!" I retorted.
"Romano, I asked you first!"
"I wanted to talk to England. That's all." I answered honestly.
"About...?" He said getting more impatient by the second.
"It's none of your fucking business!" I said. Antonio looked temporarily shocked, that I raised my voice at him. I-I didn't mean to, it just came out, Oops... maybe I should've switched that line with the line I was gonna tell America when he called.
"But Roma~" He purred seductively. If he thinks he's going to fucking persuade me to tell him the truth, then so help me, only one of us is going to be alive tomorrow morning and it won't be him! Thank god, that America's call was right now.
'Que tengo que hacer?
pa que vuelvas conmigo
vamos a dejar el pasado atrs
para mi la vida no tiene sentido si te vas!
Que tengo que hacer?'
Mental face palmed myself, why did I choose a Spanish song?! I quickly answered the call, before Spain could say something about that fucking embarrassing ringtone.
"Ciao bastard." I growled. The last person I want to talk to now is America, in fact I was planning on ignoring all his calls, but now it seemed convenient to answer.
"Yo! Romano, what did England tell you?! Dude, give me all of the details now!"
"Look America, honestly he didn't tell me- muuuch! Eep!" I squealed on that last word. Why? Because Spain fucking pants me! So, here am I standing in tomato printed boxers, calling America and I just KNOW Antonio is either fucking pouting or staring down at my ass. I hissed in response refusing to face the perpetrator who wanted my fucking attention. He can mourn in silence for all I care!
"Romano, dude are you coming down with something? Wanna come over my house? I have the cure for whatever cough you have! But you'll have to tell me what Arty said. Okay?"
"No! I'm not fucking sick! And I don't want to go over your fucking house! I just came home to mine!" Then, Spain clicked his tongue and I am suddenly really aware of his presence. "On second thought, I'll be right there! Just wait for me-" Uh, where is my damn cellphone?!
"No. Romano's busy, he can't go over your house. Not until he answers my questions. Adios." Spain hung up. The fuck?!
"You can't tell me what to do you fucking asshole! A-and you can't fucking pants me while I'm on the phone! It's my house! "
"Whether or not it's your house, you know I'll always be your boss, Roma~" Oh now, that struck a cord.
"N-no, your not, bastard! And you know what! You were a pretty lousy boss at that!"
Spain sounded like he was trying really hard, not to show just how pissed off he was. Impatient bastard..
"Ah, seems like I have to teach a lesson mi amor, won't I?"
Huh?
He then, get this, he threw me over his shoulder with my pants still surrounding my ankles and brought me onto the living room couch.
"W-what the hell are you doing?! At least let me pull up my pants!" I screeched, then I was put right upside... on his fucking lap. Oh and he patted my back lightly, resting his chin on my shoulder.
"Now you can tell all about what you did right after you left the conference-" Antonio said as he placed a chaste kiss on my shoulder, his arms entertwining around my waist and arms.
"America and I went to the fucking amusement park. The end." I said in dead monotone.
"Mhm. Ah, anything else?"
"No." I said I resumed to stand the fuck up, out of his embrace. Or at least attempted. I don't know when or how but I ended up right under him. Well I fucking tried to alright! It's not my fault he's a bazillion times stronger than me!
"Romano I know you are not telling the truth." He said as his green eyes suddenly darkened. That upset me a lot, since it was my favorite part about him. I could stare at him for hours but now, I cringed and gulped.
The truth? He wants the fucking truth?! The truth is he won't tell me the truth so I had to find out for myself and confide in England. And that was exactly what I told him before I could stop myself.
As a response to that, he kissed me deeply and my heart sped up. Oh no. No, no, no, no, no, no. This is bad. I tried to push him off and when I did. He. Pulled. My. Curl. WHICH IS A FUCKING BIG NO-NO! The effects did wonders and never failed to arouse me to almost forgetfulness. Eh... I guess its not a good time to mention my boxers were slipping off.
"I don't want you to speak to him anymore. Comprende?"
Huh?
Now that I knew everything, I accepted it. I was probably better off not knowing but now...? Even Netherlands
"Why? So, I don't learn more about your shitty past? Or all the other things you did to your colonies aside from me and Femke?"
Romano. Stop talking. Now. I could've sworn his eyes widened in shock and fear. Spain looked flabbergasted for a moment. This is the first time I've ever seen Spain give me an expression like that.
"Romano, really. I didn't think you of all people needed to learn that." He spoke in truth. How... how could he say that? "Roma..."
"No! Don't "Roma~" me! Not when you treated all your other colonies like crap, no wonder they dumped your ass! Your a fucking jerk! If you think you can just pull my fucking curl and make me forget, you thought wrong!"
Heat of the moment, please just shut the fuck up Romano! I repeatedly told myself.
No. Everyone fucking knew this shit minus me! I'm fucking tired of his bullshit! It didn't even matter that all this was in the past. No, no it didn't matter at all. Because the past is what made the person he is today. The person I love. T-then why does it hurt so... much.
Antonio collectively closed his eyes for a moment in anguish as if he were contemplating something.
"It's... just not worth it anymore Romano." He said slowly.
"What are you going on about now, bastard?" I said, slowly giving him a glare through my accusatory slits. Slowly contemplating on the meaning when it struck me like lightening even before he could explain.
"Romano, I-I don't see what's the point in pursuing a relationship, when you ignore me."
"Say what?"
"This is what I mean Romano. I try to talk to you, you curse me out. I try to whisper loving words in your ear, you ignore me. I try to cuddle with you an hold your hand, you push me away. I try to make love to you, you-"
"STOP! I FUCKING GET IT, OKAY? NO NEED TO SAY MORE!" I puffed out, already blushing.
"Roma... how am I supposed to prove to you, you can trust me when I ask what you were thinking when you were in Britain's car!"
"Trust you? YOU?! You won't fucking tell me anything! Seems like you don't trust me."
"That doesn't mean you can go behind my back and just ask him Roma~! "
"Yes it does! It's not like I like that old bastard!"
"That doesn't matter! Mierda! Roma h-he could've hurt you o-or..." Spain stuttered wondering what would happen if Romano just disappeared. He bit his lip but not before...
"Hurt me? Spain this isn't the fucking Medieval Ages! The only one hurting me is you! S-stop gripping me so tight! O-ow!" Antonio paused for a moment, realizing he was really gripped my arm, so tightly it was ceasing my blood circulation. Then quickly changed the pressure to an apologetic caress.
"Ah, lo siento Lovi! I-I-I'm so sorry!"
"I hate you!" I sobbed.
"No, Romano, no. Please forgive me! W-why don't we just spend the day together-"
"No! You're a fucking asshole, you jerk! Go to hell where you belong, you damned bastard! I know Britain was a sick bastard back then, but don't act like you were innocent when you were also at fault!" I bursted out, remembering every fucking detail the damn Brit eased.
Antonio, grief-stricken, cupped my head with his ever so gentle hands, looking straight into my eyes.
I winced.
And I'm pretty sure that was when Antonio lost hope.
"Romano, you never said it out loud a-and I assumed that you do but... do you-, do you love me?"
I bit my lip, wondering if I said the obvious answer then I'd end up like Netherlands. Or what if he only liked me because I looked like my brother and he was just putting up with me. O-or what if he was sick of me and just asking to know how he could break the news. The old fear of abandonment arose. It was then my defense mechanism kicked in.
"W-well... I-I..." I stuttered. I hope what I'm about to say is not what I think I'm about to say! "No." I said resolutely.
... I hesitated for a minute. Of course, I did! B-but I've never felt th-this hesitant and this scared and nervous since...
"Then, it's... just not worth it anymore, Romano." His voice echoing soundly through my ears, snapping me back to reality. I could've sworn his green eyes looked wetter than before.
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.~Oo0oO~. *Flashback from Chapter IV before the Flashbacks* .~Oo0oO~.
I should've know better than to trust him. God, I'm such an idiot... Dammit. I walked over to the vacant balcony and shut the doors closed to numb the noise. It was quiet and you could hear the faint sound of laughter and music.
But now was not the time, I need to think. I bit my lip in anxiety. I only ever did that habit out of anxiety. This was overwhelming, I shouldn't be here. I don't even like people in general. Why did I come? The balcony hung plants from above and I closed the drapes near the door to isolate myself. Why? Dammit, why!? I need to remember what happen on that day. Maybe then, I'd have the passion to go through against the rail I pinched the bridge of my nose in irritation and furrowed my eyebrows as I thought back to that traitorous day.
.~Oo0oO.~ *Present Day* .~Oo0oO.~
"Romano. What are you doing out here? You'll get sick." Antonio told me formally. Waking me up from my frighteningly dull flashback, I have to stop daydreaming and face reality. No matter how painful and bitch reality is. I turned to find the motherfucker right there, invading my personal space. There was a reason I left to reside here. To avoid him for one. And two it seems the isolation only heightened my fucking migraine. When did it get so cold here? I'm frozen. "A-are you crying?"
Was I? I rubbed my moist eyes. When did that happen? Okay, no more daydreaming. The past is in the past.
"Fuck no. Do yourself a favor and please don't act like you actually give a damn, bastard." I glared, as I heard a bell alarm. Great, is the conference finally starting? I gulped as I brushed past Spain's shoulder and proceeded to distance myself from him as far as possible. He didn't follow me this time.
He didn't.
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Maybe I can ask Hungary where she keeps her fucking aspirins. She has to have some, I mean she lived with Austria, that underwear-sewing bastard. Ew... I approached the large crowd forming in front of a stage Hungary stood on. Dammit! And I can't even see that well because of Netherland's fucking hair! World Meetings are the absolute worst. I can't believe I wore a tuxedo for this. She tapped the mic a few times to test the sound.
"Welcome one and all. Thank you for attending this very important conference I called upon. I am well aware that all the nations have arrived hm?"
Prussia was the first to yell in outrage.
"Hey you! Hungary! Why is ze awesome me and ze rest of my sidekicks here anyway? Kinda busy because West wants to go shopping for girly stuff after zis meeting! Hurry up, will ya!"
Hungary replied with a scowl.
"As I was saying, you are probably wondering why we are all here today since the next real conference is next year." Japan raised his hand. "Yes?" She acknowledged. "You make it sound rike this isn't a conference, Hungary-san?" Japan asked politely.
"Oh! That's because it isn't a real conference! Very perceptive!" She chimed.
FUCK. I KNEW IT! WHERE. IS. THE. EXIT.? I surveyed the entire room for an exit, YES FOUND ONE! I can leave as long as this isn't a legitimate conference. I headed for the exit immediately until Hungary noticed. Bitch sees everything.
"Romano where are heading, sweetheart?" She asked, loud and clear on the mic. Great, how many eyes are laid on me now? Don't be nervous Roma.
"Home." I growled.
"Oh well, you can't."
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"What the fuck do you mean I 'can't'?!" I yelled as I twisted the doorknob... that wouldn't budge. I turned it again using all of my manly strength, same results.
Am I seriously this weak? I need to go to a gym!
"All the windows and doors are locked." She finally answered. "And none of you are getting out until I say so. I have a game for all of you to play." A game? Then, why do I feel like Im already losing... painfully.
And that, my lovelies, is what caused the pandemonium that is Hungary's very own Hetalia Dating Game. Which will be explained in the next chapter because my damn writer has a fucking word limit for each chapter!
"Ve~ This reminds of the time when we all trapped in that abandoned, scary, haunted mansion..." Feliciano mentioned.
"Italy, vat was a video game you played last week." The Potato Bastard sighed.
((A/N~ Romano/Lovino's Ringtone~ "Que Tengo Que Hacer" (What do I have to do?) Sung by: Daddy Yankee
English Translation:
'What Do I have to do
For you to come back to me
Let's leave the past behind
My life has no meaning if you leave
What do I have to do...'
I was going to put a song up by Prince Royce or Romeo Santos or an Italian song but I couldn't choose and this seemed to fit best for the Spamano relationship in this case. If you want a beautiful Italian song, google up "Sonohra~ L'Amore."
Hate me now? Love me now? I'm loving the next chapter of this. Annnnd... what? Antonio needed to pants Lovino at some point because I said so. *Tomato boxers are so in right now* Why not now? XD I'm gonna be honest. This whole fanfiction is based on the dream I had the night before I published this. So, please bear with me for now. Ugh, but I hate the beginning of this chapter. Please review~! Constructional Critcism and Suggestions are always welcomed. Sorry for such a long A/N~! ~Ana Out!))