Hello guys! Ready for my first songfic-chapter? This is still Antonio's POV. This specific chapter is dedicated to a girl named Kuraiko-San on Smule. She introduced me to the awesomeness of this song XD
DISCLAIMER: L'ammore E Femmina belongs to Nina Zilli-sama as well as Hetalia belonging to Himaruya-Sama. I suggest listening to it while you read it. Reviews are appreciated. :3 Thanks!
Lovino finally came back after an agonizingly slow with a slightly beat-up, acoustic guitar. "Just to tell you, bastard, I'm doing this for myself." He snapped.
"Lovino!" Roma sounded horrified. "Forgive my grandson, Antonio. He's just...odd."
"I like him~!" I replied, smiling.
For love, it is possible to look on the bright side...wait WHAT?! This was a kid I was talking about! A kid! The brother of one of my students.
Lovino looked up from tuning, a cute grimace plastered to his face. "I HEARD THAT GRANDPA! And SHUT UP, BASTARD!"
"Just start~!" I demanded cheerily.
"Fine! Just shut the hell up!"
"Lovino!"
Unbelievable,
I can't wait to go,
But like a rolling stone,
You hit me boom, boom, boom
I'd heard this song on the TV before, probably last year's Italian Eurovision entry, but then it wasn't played on the acoustic guitar. It definitely wasn't sung by this angel. But their tone qualities was similar, I guess it's a Italian thing.
If you were my king,
Would I be my queen?
Stop breaking up my heart,
You kill me boom, boom, boom
Day and night, it's a fight
Don't know where you are,
When I'm close you're far
Oh, no, no
I began to sense some sincerity in the lyrics he was singing because his eyes seemed to gain intensity, if that's even possible. Was he talking about his exgirlfriend or something? The pain in his eyes was too deep to be acting. What could it be? Oh, there's me being nosy again.
Day and night, it's a lie,
I waste my tears and you shoot pool
L'amore è Femmina, Se non riceve non si da
This is the mess you left
I'm out of love and it's a fact, (You left, out of love and it's a fact)
I'm sure you'll smile, You have to go,
You're an independent grown man after all,
He said that those lines with such vengeance I was sure they applied to him in his life, whether it was about past love or not. His eyes were locked on mine. Olives to emeralds, earth to grass.
Your stupid, poetic mind, Antonio! The curse of the geeky Homeroom teacher.
Out of love,
Must have been sent from up above,
La, la, la.
The sickly sweet tone of his with with the underlying menace fascinated me. I wondered what the cause of this feeling was. Was this love? No. Antonio! You're a grown man who's dated twelve girls who dumped you after a week or so. You felt the exact same way with all of them...was that true? It had been so long ago that I had fallen in love. But this seemed...Different...Maybe because it was a guy instead of a hot girl.
Have you turned to stone?
King without a throne,
You're great but not impressive,
Lots of up and low,
He seemed to be sneering at me, challenging me to protest either his song choice or his facial expression.
Was he criticizing my personality? No, I must be thinking too hard. There was no way he was singing about me.
It's so typical,
When it's time to go.
You knock me on the floor,
My heart goes boom, boom, boom
My heart pounded "boom, boom, boom" right along with the words. My hand flew to my throat. Why was this teenaged boy making me feel so...riled up.
"This is too much..." I whispered.
Day and night, it's a fight,
Don't know where to start,
When you're close I'm far,
Oh, no, no
Day and night, it's a lie,
I dried my tears,
But you want more
I suddenly noticed that Feliciano had stopped eating. He was staring open mouthed at his brother with his fork in his hand. I was sure he knew what was being referenced to. The boy seemed clueless, but he really seemed to take in more than most people would.
L'amore é femmina, Se non riceve no si da,
Clean up this mess you left
I'm out of love and it's a fact,
I'm sure you'll smile
Ready to go
You're an independent grown man after all,
Out of love
Must've been sent from above
La, la, la,
Ma che caldo fa uh uh,
I'll let you think twice
I don't wanna cause any pressure,
But you have asked yourself why I bought a brand new gun shot.
Roma's eyes were filled with tears of pride. I somehow knew he had helped with the learning process of this great musician. It was crazy intuition.
"He's great, isn't he~!" I whispered.
"Si." He wiped a tear from his eye. "The best musician of all."
L'amore é femmina, Se non riceve no si da,
La prendo comoda,
Calcolo le possibilità, ( Tic tac, una possibilità,)
Quello che vuoi, Se non ce l'hai,
Siamo tutti insoddisfatti come mai,
Femmina se non riceve no si da,
La, la, la
At first, no one spoke. Their faces were impossible to read. Suddenly, Feli pipped up; "That wasn't one verse, fratello."
"Nobody asked you, f**k*ss! T-that's...what I wanted to do."
"Your voice is beautiful, Lovi ~!" I commented.
"Shut up!" He seethed, sweat dripping down his forehead. "Boys aren't beautiful."
"I never said you were, but now that you've mention it, you are beautiful, Lovi~!"
"F**k you!"
"Lovino!" Roma scolded his grandson. "Watch your language. Other than that, your performance was beautiful."
"It wasn't a performance, d*mmit!"
When I left that night, I wondered where I left my heart.
Tacky ending, no?
It would be a good idea to look up this song with you haven't already. It's so Lovi and lady has such a great attitude! :3 It is, unfortunately, not played on a guitar, but someone did make a guitar cover on YouTube.
Anyways, this is what my songfics looked like until a few weeks ago when I somehow found a way to stick them into the plotline of the chapter XD.