Thanks to everyone for all the reviews! You're all so great! I've been finding it a bit difficult to think of ideas for new chapters, but new thoughts pop into my mind at random times I guess! Sorry it took so long to update! Hope you like this chapter. It's basically a collage of flash-backs.
Enjoy!~
I Do Not Own Hetalia Nor Do I Own the Songs.
Lovino pouted, dropping the cards that were in his hands onto the bed. "Not fair!" He exclaimed as Antonio gathered all the scattered cards, smirking victoriously. "You keep winning! You must be cheating or something," said, trying to find as excuse to the streak of wins the Spaniard had racked up. Antonio shook his head. "Nope, I don't cheat."
They had been in Vlad's house for the past week, waiting for the potion to wear off, which it hadn't yet. They had been keeping themselves busy by playing card games such as Go Fish and Speed, and cooking dinner for themselves and the Magic Club. However, Lovino grew tired of the card games (mainly because Antonio kept winning every match). "I don't want to play anymore," he muttered, leaning back into the pillows that had been placed at the foot of the bed while they played. He reached into his pocket, pulling out Antonio's green Ipod and unraveling the ear buds. "Let's listen to music instead," he suggested cheerfully. Antonio rolled his eyes, smiling, but didn't complain, scooting over to sit beside his friend. Lovino handed Antonio one of the ear pieces, sticking the other in his ear and hitting the 'on' button on the player.
"No matter how hard I try, You keep pushing me aside and I, can't break through~."
The lyrics to Cher's 'Believe' blasted through the headphones, automatically setting a smile to Antonio's face. "I remember this song!~" He said in a sing-song voice. Lovino nodded, remembering the first time he had heard the song. It had been a few years ago, when him and Antonio had gone to the Spaniard's house after a date.
"Lovino!~" Antonio sang. "I have a surprise for you~…"
Lovino scowled at the Spaniard, sitting on the black leather couch. "Well, what is it then, bastard?" Antonio just continued to smile, walking out of the living room for a brief moment before returning with a guitar slung in front of him by a strap. "What kind of joke is this?" Lovino asked irritably, watching as his friend sat on a stool by the counter. Antonio didn't reply, and then started to sing. "Do you believe in life after love?" Lovino sat there, nibbling at a tomato, watching as Antonio sang, with a look of concentration on his face. The words were so meaningful, and the way he played the guitar was surprisingly better than Lovino would've imagined. Once he finished singing, Antonio slid the guitar off, leaning it up against the counter, then turning to look at Lovino. "So…..?" The Italian avoided his eyes. "W-what the hell was that?" he stammered, a blush rising on his face. "It was a song tribute to us, Lovi!~" The Spaniard replied happily, getting up and then sitting right back down next to Lovino on the couch, wrapping his arms arms around the Italian. Lovino didn't move away, but didn't move closer either, his blush darkening to a deeper red. "N-next time, s-sing a song I know," he stammered, embarrassed. "….Bastard…"
Lovino smiled fondly at the memory. "Yea, I remember that, too," He said to Antonio. "I wonder what other songs are on here about me?" He added, half to himself with a mischievous smirk. "I don't think you'll find a song on there not about you," Antonio chuckled. Lovino laid his head on the Spaniard's chest, then clicked the next button on the Ipod.
"Cheer up and dry your damp eyes, and tell me when it rains. And I'll blend up that rainbow above you, and shoot it through your veins~"
Lovino remembered this song clearly: "Rainbow Veins" By Owl City. A large smile was on Antonio's face, but he stayed quiet, hugging Lovino closer to him. Lovino smiled, too. The band use to be one of Antonio's favorites in high school and this was the song that he had first sung to Lovino.
Lovino sat alone on a school bench, white snow falling all around him as he hugged himself, trying to stay warm. "Stupid fucking snow. Why do you even exist?" He growled, glancing around at the plain white that covered every inch of the schoolyard. A figure approached him, sitting beside the shivering boy. It was Antonio, with a stupid grin placed on his face. "What the hell do you want?" Lovino asked him bitterly, turning away from the happy Spaniard. "Well, you like music, right?" Antonio asked. Lovino nodded, not vocally answering. "Ok, great! Because there's something I wanted to say." He said. Then, Lovino turned around to look at him. "What?" And then, Antonio started to sing.
"Cheer up and dry your damp eyes, and tell me when it rains. And I'll blend up that rainbow above you, and shoot it through your veins~. 'Cause your heart has a lack of color, and we should've known, That we'd grow up sooner or later, 'Cause we wasted all our free time alone~."
Firstly, Lovino was shocked that he was being sung to at all. Everyone hardly paid any attention to him that was positive. Secondly, he was also shocked at how the song seemed to be talking directly about him. Once he finished singing, Antonio took a few seconds to catch his breath, still smiling. Lovino stayed silent, hiding a blush by pulling his coat over his mouth. "Well, anyways…" Antonio began, feeling a bit awkward, "I was wondering if…maybe you'd…..go out with me?" This was the third thing that shocked Lovino. His face heated up even more, and he didn't reply for a few moments. "…..You'd better be the shit at cooking if you're going to be my boyfriend…," he finally replied. Antonio pulled Lovino into a big hug, and just smiled.
Lovino giggled at the memory, cursing at himself in his head for being overly happy. But he really liked remembering all these events. He clicked the next button on the player. "Starstrukk" By 3OH!3 started playing in the speakers. This song reminded him of when he and Antonio had gone out to a club one weekend.
"I think I should know….how…to make love to something innocent without leaving my fingerprints out…now…L-o-v-e's just another word I never learned to pronounce…"
The words blared through the speakers as Lovino sat on a stool by the bar in the center of the dark club, neon lights flashing everywhere. "Told you they'd play my song," Lovino boasted, glancing over at Antonio, who sat beside him. The Italian called for the bartender to get him another drink, and then proceeded to drink half of the cup in one go. Setting the glass down with a 'clink,' he turned back to face Antonio, the room blurring a bit as he did so. "So are you gonna get anything to drink? Or are you just gonna sit there like a dumbass?" Lovino asked his friend. Antonio just shook his head. "I don't drink," he replied. His expression was unclear to Lovino as the alcohol coursed through his veins, so he just shrugged it off. "Whatever, Toni." Antonio smirked slightly. "You're drunk aren't you?" Lovino stood up from his seat unsteadily and got in Antonio's face. "Bastard, what are you trying to say? That I can't handle it?" He growled, with a slur to his words. Antonio chuckled. "No, but you called me Toni. You never call me that. Plus, you're starting to look like you can't walk straight." Lovino sighed, rolling his eyes, plopping back down onto his stool. "Shut up," he mumbled.
Lovino remembered that after that, he had gotten a few more drinks, and had gone to dance. Then, Antonio took him home, afraid that he'd pass out or something. He felt kinda guilty for doing that to Antonio, the effects of the potion about to make him cry, but he held it back, trying to forget the memory. Antonio showed no sign of remembering the song, so Lovino skipped to the next one. He wasn't surprised to find that it was another Owl City song, "Fireflies."
"I'd like to make myself believe~! That planet Earth turns, slowly. It's hard to say that I'd rather stay awake when I'm asleep, 'Cause everything is never as it seems~! When I fall asleep…"
Lovino moved around the kitchen, singing loudly as he gathered ingredients to make dinner for him and Antonio. He glanced at the clock. 8:30. The Spaniard wouldn't be home for another hour. Lovino continued to sing the song, setting all the food onto the counter and reaching under it to grab a pan. Antonio would never even know that he stole his Ipod.
"Leave my door open just a crack ,(please take me away from here), 'Cause I feel like such an insomniac, (Please take me away from here)," Lovino sang. Why had he become so infatuated with this song again? He shrugged, uncaring as he started to make the sauce for the pasta he would cook. Suddenly, arms slid around his waist. He instantly stopped singing, heart pounding, as he turned to see who it was. Antonio. "What the hell, Antonio!" He exclaimed angrily, pulling the ear pieces out of his ears. "Are you trying to give me a fucking heart attack!" Antonio chuckled. "No, I just thought that your singing was so adorable!" He replied cheerily. Shit, he heard that? Lovino growled at himself under his breath, turning his attention back to the pasta sauce. However, arms were slid around his waist again, and hot breath blew on his neck. "So whatcha making?" Antonio asked, pulling Lovino close to him. "Just pasta, bastard," Lovino replied, a blush rising on his face. "So would you let me go so I can cook?" Lovino felt Antonio shake his head, and then was turned around to face the Spaniard. "But don't you want to spend time with me, Lovi~?" He asked with a smile. He moved in to kiss the Italian, his lips slowly trailing down his jaw, and to his neck. The pasta could wait, Lovino decided.
A shiver ran down Lovino's spine. He definitely remembered that song. He didn't bother to look at Antonio as he clicked the Ipod off, pulling the ear buds from both of them. "I-I think that's enough for tonight," Lovino stammered, his cheeks red. Antonio smirked. He obviously remember that day, too. "Whatever you say, Lovi.~" He replied. Lovino set the green Ipod on the side table, then turned to replace the pillows back at the head of the bed. "I think we should get to sleep now," he mumbled. Antonio just nodded, sensing the embarrassment that radiated off the Italian, and curled up under the blankets. After Lovino clicked off the lamp, he did the same. After a few moments of silence, they both fell asleep.
Hey there everyone! Hope this chapter wasn't too horrible. I know it's a bit off track since it goes back into past events, but I was just inspired to do this, I guess. Was it good? Please review, and I'll update as soon as I can!