AN- Good morning my dear readers. It's New Years Eve! Wow, I can't believe 2014 is like literally around the corner. So who's celebrating tonight? I'll probably be up all night trying to finish this chapter. Or, who's already celebrated? I heard the new year has already begun in Australia. Pretty cool if you ask me :)
Alright, who wants a brief explanation for this chapter? All I am going to say is that the Bad Touch Trio make another appearance. Woaah! :D Some drama in the classroom and I guess just stuff. But I do hope you guys enjoy it.
Remember guys, I do not own Hetalia. Trust me, if I did you guys wouldn't be reading this. You'd be watching it ;)
Chapter 5-
"Th-They're all g-gay..."
I turn my attention at the boy before me. "Excuse me?"
"G-Gilbert, Francis, a-and Antonio are gay." Matthew bites his bottom lip. "N-no, they're bisexual."
My glare locks on Matthew. It isn't an evil glare, more like a 'I-don't-get-you' kind of glare.
"Yeah," he whispers. "They date girls and guys all the time. Especially Francis! He's been with almost everyone in the whole school."
"Ugh disgusting!" I shiver. "That bastard can go to hell!"
Matthew chuckles at my comment. I like him, he's not a bad guy. He's normal, quiet and I don't feel like cussing at him. Maybe we can becomes friends.
Yeah, I'd like that. Having a friend. I hope I don't mess this up.
"Uh, so where are you from?" I ask. "Are you from France as well since Francis is your cousin?"
Matthew's expression changes, eyebrows furrowed together. "I'm from Canada..."
After a few seconds of silence, I realize Matthew was waiting for me to say something.
"Aren't you going to, to laugh?" He squeaks.
My right eyebrow rises up. "Laugh? No, why?"
His expression shifts again, "E-Everyone makes fun of me because I'm Ca-Canadian. I... I thought you would too."
"That's so stupid! Who the hell laughs at you for being Canadian?"
"My twin brother."
"Huh?" Is he serious? "Your twin brother? What the fuck? Doesn't that mean he's Canadian as well?"
Matt shakes his head. "No, he's American."
I motion for Matt to continue because I'm lost.
"We have the same mom, but different dads. Long story short, a lot happened while our mother was pregnant and that's why we have different dads. My dad is Canadian and my brother's dad is American. I grew up with my father in Canada until I was ten years old and then moved in with Mom after that."
"Oh..." I do not really know what to say.
"We're here because of money," Matt's words sound distasteful. "But other than that, my brother received a scholarship for his high performance in sports and is also here due to football. I am here thanks to hockey."
"You play hockey?"
"Yes I do and-"
Matthew's voice fades away as my wondering eyes suddenly fall upon the Bad Touch Trio's table.
There was a fifth person sitting at the table and he kinda looks familiar. The damn boy is looking away which makes it hard to see his face. That poor kid, stuck with a group of perverts. Poor...
Wait a minute. That curl!
"FELICIANO!"
Without even thinking about anything else, I run over to the table as fast as I can.
-Run Lovino, Run!-
"Feliciano what the fuck are you doing?!"
Five different pairs of eyes look up at me along with four stupid smiles.
"Lovino~!" Beam two idiots. Feliciano and Antonio turn to each other and giggle.
"Fratello, what are you doing here?" Feliciano asks as he picks up his spork (you know, that utensil that looks like a spoon and fork mixed together).
The French bastard chuckles, which gave me shivers down my back. "Honhonhonhon, I think my dear Lovino couldn't stay away from me."
Clenching my teeth, I flip Frenchie off. "Bite me!"
"With pleasure~" He muses, licking his lips.
And before I can tackle Francis, my brother speaks up. "Guardo fratello, ho fatto un amico!"
"Che bello Feliciano, ma parlare in Inglese. Ci arriveremo nei guai."
"Si okay."
The four at the table are watching us, amused and confused.
"Anyways," Gilbert says. "Why are you here?"
I put on my infamous scowl. "I'm here to save my brother from you creeps!" With that being said, I walk over and stand behind Feli.
"Lovino no," cries Feliciano as I grab his arm. "I want to stay with Luddy!"
"Who the hell is 'Luddy'?!"
The blonde kid, who's name is actually Ludwig, raises his hand.
"Oh, the German kid." I sneer.
"Yes, and Luddy is a nice German!" Feliciano whimpers. "Let me sit with him!"
Cristo, Feli is such an embarrassment! "F-Fine! German kid #2!" I glare at Gilbert who looks offended. "Don't you dare-"
"German?!" Gilbert interrupts, his red eyes gleaming. "You think I'm German? I'm fucking Prussian!"
Uh what...? What the fuck is 'Prussian'?
"Who told you I was German?"
Using my head, I point to Matthew, who's been watching the whole thing.
"Oh that's my cousin Mattie! Invite him over Lovino."
Gilbert, who has his arms crossed over his chest and a frown on his faces, adds in. "Yeah, I want to talk to him."
With a heavy sigh, I walk back to the table where Matthew sits alone.
"Come on," I pick up my belongings. "We're gonna sit with them."
He opens his mouth, then closes it and picked up his lunch tray.
I sit beside my brother when we return and Matthew sat in the middle of Gilbert and Francis.
Gilbert seems to have forgotten about the German incident and began to play with Matthew's curl. Matt blushed the whole time, trying to speak up, but couldn't. Feliciano, Francis, and Antonio laugh the entire time, saying that it is "cute." Ludwig tries to stop his brother, but made no success.
I have to admit it was pretty funny, but I hid my smile. Today's lunch wasn't so bad after all.
-And Lunch is Over Folks. Back to Class-
"Lovino? You're taking Algebra Honors too?!"
Shoot me, please, anyone just me. I cannot stand this school, I cannot stand the people, and I especially cannot stand that bastard!
"Argh! What are you doing here!?" I shout directly at Antonio.
Everyone in the classroom flinches at my sudden outburst. Their eyes darting from me at the doorway, to Antonio who stood up from his desk.
"Mind your own damn fucking business!"
The words hits each student and soon they all go back to their previous actions.
"Oh Lovino, I'm so excited." Antonio runs up to me, still with that goofy smile. "We now have three classes together."
Wiggling my fingers as if they are magical, I roll my eyes. "Yeah, exciting... Now move bastard, I want to sit down." I push Antonio to the side with my shoulder.
"Lovino," he whimpers. "Sit next to me. Please?"
Why the fuck does he do that? He acts like a puppy and it makes me want to drive off a cliff!
"Fine," I sigh. "But only because your already sitting in the back of the classroom."
Antonio's whole face lights up like a candle. Seriously? What's so great about sitting next to me? The idiot will probably try to copy me in class.
"Come on then, let's go sit down."
Antonio and I head towards the back of the room, where our desks await. I sit down on the chair and drop my backpack on the ground.
The bell rings and a few groans escape from students as they took their seats.
A tall, brown haired man enters the class and gives a small wave. "Ciao, I'm Mr. Castro, your Algebra teacher."
He said 'ciao', as in the Italian greeting ciao.
"Alright, let's take attendance!" His accent. Definitely Italian.
-After a Very Long Roll Call-
"And last but not least, Lovino..." My eyes meet the teacher's brown eyes. I am waiting for the last word. "Vargas." The look in his eyes say nothing but the way he played with my name told another story. "Well, well, well. I can't believe it, Lovino Vargas is my classroom." Mr. Castro chuckles among himself.
"Yeah, and what about it?" I bark at the man.
"I heard others talk about you and your brother in the teacher's lounge. Never would of guessed you'd end up in my Honors Algebra."
Wipe that smile off your face asshole.
"Now remember my boy, I don't give away free A's in this class. You either earn them or you don't." His smile grows into a full size grin. "No matter how special you are."
"Guardate qui che stronzo!" If this guy is Italian then good, he'll understand what I just said. "How do you think I got here? I'm just as smart as everyone else in this class! Don't believe everything you hear idiota. Expect A's from me!"
Why the fuck is he still smiling? This jackass is getting on my nerves.
"Hello?!" I shout, ready to jump out of my seat. "Go fucking teach or something! I'm trying to learn here. The exact reason why I came to this school!"
Every student in the room is staring at me, but I don't care. I'm tired of being treated like this. It is only the first day of school and people are acting like I am a science experiment. God, I fucking hate this!
Mr. Asshole, I mean Castro, picks up a marker and begins writing down problems on the board. "Everyone please take out a sheet of paper to write on."
"Lovino..."
I forgot about the Spaniard next to me. He's probably going to ask me to move seats or something.
"Lovino that wasn't very nice."
Great, now he's going to think I'm an asshole. Not that I care what Antonio thinks of me!
"The teacher shouldn't have said all that to you."
"Eh?" Antonio was talking about the teacher, not me.
I look at Antonio and the gleam in his eyes is gone. "I don't know why he said you're special but," he faces me which makes me flinch. "You are smart." His smile returns. "That's why we're in honors together."
-(After Very Long, Boring Classes)-
"We're home~!"
"Feliciano shut up, no one's home."
"Ve~ Sorry fratello."
"Lock the door Feli."
School is finally over! Hell is over and I am able to leave that prison! Man, it felt as if that clock would never hit 2:45. Nonno had to stay late, so Feli and I had to ride the bus home. Now here we are and I can finally take a siesta. My stupid seventh hour teacher wouldn't let me take one in class. Bastard.
"Lovino? Feliciano? You guys are home already?"
Oh yeah, I forgot about that kid.
"Ve~ Is that you Romeo?" Feliciano asks as he takes off his shoes.
I also slip out of my shoes and begin to undo my tie. "Romeo, how did you get here?" Once done with my tie, I pull off the stupid blazer I am wearing and let it fall to the ground.
"My new friend Peter," Romeo steps into the living room. "Gave me a ride home." Romeo seems to have changed out of his uniform and into more comfortable clothes.
Feliciano stretches his arms in the air. "Guys, I'm hungry."
"Yeah me too!" Our younger brother agrees. "Lovino order a pizza!"
I unbutton the last button on my shirt and let the air hit my chest. "Ugh, I just ate pizza at school."
My brothers both begin to pout. I'd scold them and tell them 'no', but I'm too tired. "Fine..."
"Hooray!" They cheer and engulf me in a hug.
"Let go of me you idiots." Feliciano and Romeo quickly pull away from me. "Feli order a large pizza. I want ham and jalapenos on my side. You two get whatever you like. Romeo, go get 20 dollars from the cookie jar. I'm going to take a siesta, wake me up when the food arrives."
"Si fratello!"
~Ve
My bedroom, my sanctuary.
It's the one place where I can get away from my family while being in the same house.
I have a bed that's placed in the center of the wall across from the entrance, two small tables on either side of the bed and a lamp just beside one of the tables. My dresser and full-length mirror are on the right side of the room along with a closet. On the left side of the room, I have my desk with my laptop sitting atop. There's also my flat screen t.v. which has a bunch of my consoles connected to it. Beside the door stands my bookcase which is full of books, C.D's, and video games. Center of the room I have a small coffee table, a small two-seat couch, and three beanbags that form a circle.
Why do I have a couch and a coffee table in my room?
Blame my grandfather. When we moved here; Feliciano, Romeo, and I found out that our rooms were already prepared. The three of us basically have look alike rooms, except there's a few differences here and there. My walls are painted royal blue and there's various posters all over, mostly posters of favorite bands. Typical teenage boy's room.
"Feli help me with my homework!"
"Okay fratello, let's work in the kitchen."
At least they'll be busy doing something.
My mood for napping disappears which sucks! I guess I'll get on Facebook or perhaps Tumblr.
Sitting down on my desk chair, I open my laptop and turn it on. Once everything was loaded and ready, I log into my account. Two notifications, one message, and one friend request.
First notification is just a game request. I hate when people send me these annoying request. I don't fucking play these games!
The second one is a poke from Romeo. Seriously, why do I even poke him back?
And the message is from...
My father.
Marcello Vargas
Ciao Lovino.
You're probably wondering why I messaged you through this instead of calling. Well, it's just that there's so much I have to say, but can't. Do you understand?
First of all, Mi mancate ragazzi e amo tutti e tre molto.
I'm sorry for being an awful father... I'm sorry for not being the father figure you should of had Lovino. It's... It was just so hard raising three boys without a partner. Your mother's death was...
Nevermind.
But I managed, right? You all grew up with a roof over your heads, food on the table, and you're all healthy. That's what matters right?
And Lovino, I know you hated me for a while, you probably still do, but I'm okay with that. I put too much weight on your shoulders when you couldn't handle it. I'm so sorry for that, you were just a boy! Perdonami figlio!
Lovino don't tell your fratellos this, but sending you ragazzi with your nonno has been one of the greatest decisions I made. Please don't get mad figlio! What I'm saying is that, you boys now have a better opportunity.
You'll have a better education in America and that's what you three deserve. I want to see you, Feliciano, and Romeo walk on stage and receive your diplomas. If any of you decide to go to college then that's fantastic. Do your best Lovino, you're a smart boy.
Say hello to your fratellos and Nonno for me. I'll be over in November, alright?
Protect your brothers, look after them. They need you figlio, more than you know. Don't be scared, I trust you.
Ti amo Lovino.
sent 8:57 a.m. 8/5/13
It's been three months since we moved to America and he's barley speaking to me?! Who does he think he is?
"Dammit Dad," I whisper, holding back tears. "I still hate you and I always will! No matter... No matter what you say."
My father has never loved me. Sure he may have told me 'I love you' here and there, but he doesn't mean it. When he tells Feli and Romeo 'Ti amo' Papa wears a smile with happy, lovable eyes. When he tells me 'Ti amo' his eyes never meet mine and he tries to avoid my gaze. Then there's his tone, it's awkward. Papa doesn't love me by choice. He loves me because he has too, because I'm his son. Family love is forced love, you're stuck with those people. And yet, there are families where they love each other for who they are, unconditionally.
"Tch whatever." Forgetting the message, I click on the friend request. Reading the name of the person who wanted to be my friend causes my heart to stop beating.
Antonio Fernandez-Carriedo
Antonio Carriedo
Antonio
Antonio, the dumb ass.
The bastard found me! He actually found me and had the balls to friend request me!
He had it easy, there aren't many Lovino Vargas' out there. Plus if you look at my profile picture then you'll know it's me.
The picture is of Feliciano: arms around my neck, chin resting on my shoulder, a stupid smile planted on his face. Romeo has his arms around my waist, squeezing me as hard as he can, and a scrunched up face from laughing. I stand in the middle: arms crossed, my eyebrows furrowed together, eyes staring directly at the camera, and my permanent scowl.
That picture was taken in our old bedroom, the same day we departed to America. Papa wanted a picture of his boys and I decided to save it as my profile picture. Brings back bad memories.
"Pizza's here!"
I didn't even hear the doorbell ring. "I'll- I'll be there in a minute!" I stare at my computer screen, debating whether or not I should accept the request.
In the end, I accept and dash out of my room.
-Boys Eating Pizza-
-(Boys Finished Eating Pizza)-
"Guess who's home?!"
"Nonno!" Romeo and Feliciano both hop off the couch and run towards the front door. I watch as the three of them enter the living room, Romeo chattering away about some girl he met.
"Ciao Roma, what's for dinner?" Nonno places his keys on the arm of the nearest couch.
I get up from the couch. "Don't call me Roma. And there's left over pizza in the fridge. I'm going to my room."
As I climb the stairs, I know Nonno is watching me. His eyes watch my every step, full of questions.
How dare he call me Roma? Call me jackass, moron, dick, whatever you want! Just... Just don't call me Roma...
-And Later that Night-
"Il mio amato, siamo casa." A man with amber eyes and three young children entered the medium-sized home. He carried younger two boys in his arms and the older one followed his father close behind.
"Mama?" The older child called out.
"Bambino, is that you?" A woman's voice floated through the home.
As the father and his sons reached the main center of their home, the living room, they caught sight of a beautiful woman sitting on one of the couches. The woman turned her head around, her brown locks shifting around on her shoulder, and smiled as she saw her family.
"Mama!" The chubby, five year old child ran as fast as his little legs could, to his mother.
The mother of the household held her arms out for her oldest son. The child jumped into his mother's arms and snuggled into her as best he could.
"Ciao my love." Greeted the father as he planted a kiss on his wife's forehead. "I'm going to put Feliciano and Romeo to bed. They've had a long day." The two younger boys in the man's arm were fast asleep, smiles on their chubby faces. And soon enough the trio disappeared down the hall.
"Mama, I brought you a flower." The small child looked up to his mother's face.
"You did?" The mother asked and her son nodded his head.
Soon enough, the child plucked a small, pink flower from his apron pocket. "Here you go." He held out the flower and his mother retrieved it with a smile.
"Oh Roma, it's beautiful! Thank you bambino!"
The child was embraced into another hug. But he didn't hug back. Something was bothering him.
"Mama, my name is Lovino. Not, not Roma."
Lovino's mother chuckled, "Si I know Lovino. Tell me figlio, what's your middle name?"
Young Lovino thought for moment before answering the question. "Ro... Romano!"
"Si, that's right. And my name is Ramona," The mother kissed Lovino's cheek. "You were named after me amore. Lovino Romano Vargas. And so, Roma can be short for Romano. Can I call you that bambino?"
Lovino's amber eyes grew with fascination. "Si Mama, si!" Lovino hugged his mother and Ramona planted kisses on her son's head.
"Ti amo mi Roma."
-(And Wake Up)-
I wake up, my face wet and a bit sticky. I can feel my heart beating against my chest, the blood pumping faster than it is suppose.
Using the back of my hand, I dry my face and roll over, lying on my back now.
It's weird... The way our minds work. How memories can become dreams. No matter how much you try to forget, memories are always going to be there. They are permanently stuck inside your mind and heart. It's been over ten years and that memory will never go away.
AN- I have completed two chapters in one week! :D Oh yeah, so happy dude! This is an accomplishment and an ending for 2013.
Like I always ask, what did you think of this chapter?
Yes, the ending you just read was a mini flashback about Lovino's past. As you can see, I made up his parents name and I really have no clue if those are even Italian names. If they aren't then whatever, just go with the flow people.
What did you guys think about Mr. Castro? What an ass, huh? Nah, just kidding. But he is kinda mean...
Translations-
Guardo fratello, ho fatto un amico!- Look brother, I made a friend! (Italian)
Che bello Feliciano, ma parlare in Inglese. Ci arriveremo nei guai.- How nice Feliciano, but speak in English. We'll get in trouble. (Italian)
Guardate qui che stronzo!- Look here asshole! (Italian)
Mi mancate ragazzi e amo tutti e tre molto.- I miss you guys and I love all three very much. (Italian)
Perdonami figlio!- Forgive me, son! (Italian)
ragazzi- boys (Italian)
figlio- son (Italian)
Ti amo Lovino- I love you Lovino (Italian)
Il mio amato, siamo casa.- My beloved, we are home. (Italian)
amore- love (Italian)
And that my readers is where I end my rant. Thank you for reading. Without you guys I wouldn't have continued this story. I love you all :') Oh and one more thing.
HAPPY NEW YEARS TO EVERYONE OUT THERE! 2014 Is Going to be Awesome!
~MuseLover.