|Lovina Hates Boys!
Author: Someone-you-do-not-know PM
Lovina has always been mistreated by men, so now she hates them. Can a certain spaniard change her opinion?Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Hurt/Comfort - S. Italy/Romano & Spain - Chapters: 8 - Words: 21,540 - Reviews: 33 - Favs: 33 - Follows: 36 - Updated: 07-06-12 - Published: 08-27-11 - id: 7328483
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Please don't kill me people for not updating for so long! I even was almost done with this chapter a long time ago, but I really didn't feel like adding the translations. _' Oh well, whoever the anonymous person who reviewed not too long ago is, you made me pull myself together so I could do that. This has not been looked through by others than me, since it has been procrastinated on long enough. In the end there is a part from Antonio's POV, and in that there is also slight PruCan and FrUk.
I actually quite like the chapter, so now I'll stop rambling, and let you read.
I don't own Hetalia, or the characters. And I hate mosquitoes.
"Lovina, I've thought about we maybe should host an sleepover! Ve~ That could be funny, ve?" Feli asked. Why the hell should I want to invite any of those damn freaks home?
"Dammit, Feliciana, why should we do that? I don't want those bastards come home to us!"
"But Lovina! It would be a lot of fun to have a sleepover, ve~ And I'm sure we'll be allowed by Ciro to do so!"
"I don't fucking care. I don't want those fucking idiots to as much as know where I live!"
"But Antonio know where we live, ve..."
"Which is a big mistake. Stupid stalking bastard..." I grumbled.
"Ve... But what if I only invited the girls? Like Kiki, Alishia, Ally, Lili and Bella?"
"Don't forget Maddie, stupid!" Now she'll probably think I've agreed to her stupid sleepover-thing.
"So it's okay for you?" She looked at me hopefully.
"Veeh, but you just said..."
"I think a sleepover is a great idea!" Ciro interrupted. What's that damn bastard intruding for? And when did he even come into our room?
"No, it's not. And I don't want one."
"But... Loviii!" They said in unison.
"What? And stop fucking calling me that."
"It could be fun!" Feliciana said.
"And it's fine with me! Why don't you want your friends over here?"
"They don't need to know someone like you."
"Aw, that was mean... And what do you mean by 'someone like me'?"
"Someone who tries to intrude on everyone's privacy."
"It's my job to intrude you two's privacy. That doesn't mean I do the same with everyone else... And if that's the problem, I'll just be somewhere else while you girls are having fun~"
Fuck, what should I then use as an excuse?
"Who should make the food then?" Worst excuse ever, he probably knew I could cook perfectly well.
"If that's a problem, I could buy something that's easy to heat up. Or you and Feli could cook something up, since you both know how to do that." Dammit.
"But I don't know where anything is in your kitchen." Yes, I actually do, I checked out where everything was for some time ago.
"Yes, you do. If you can't produce better excuses, I think you should just give this fight up."
"Why not just give up? Your mafiosi are no match against our. If you give up, we might even let the rest of your branch live. We can't quite assure the same destiny for you, sadly."
The man Papa had over said. He were actually the one in trouble, not papa. Papa was doing fine, and had nearly brought the other man's mafia-branch to extinction. The man just didn't know yet. Myself just came back from an errand with José, were we hunted down some of the last members. José killed them, I know he did, even though he told me to go somewhere else, just to spare me from seeing him doing so. When we returned back to Papa and my house, the man was there, threatening Papa, José, me, monsieur Roux and Herr Seidel.
"Give up? Why should we give up? It's going great for us. José give me the papers that il signor's most trusted man should have." Most trusted man, yeah, sure, José killed him, he might have been the most trusted man, but certainly not best. And José took the papers from him, I know that, even if I didn't see him do it.
"Why the fucking hell should I give up?"
"Ve~ Because you're out of excuses? That's a good reason for me to do so."
"I...I hate giving up, but fine, have it your damn way, and host that goddamn sleepover. It's not like I fucking care, anyway." And it might even be fun.
"Yay! I knew sorella would give in at some point!" She knew it? She fucking knew I would give in at some damn point? Fuck, I hate her. Stupid puttana.
"Lovi, why are Feli hosting a sleepover for the girls? Then I can't be with you..." Antonio pouted.
"She's doing that because she thinks that would be fun. And I fucking don't care about what the hell you want, and why should you even be invited to a girls' sleepover, or simply want to be there?"
"Because I then could be with Lovi~!"
"I don't want to be with you!" I angrily told that bastard, blushing. His smile dropped.
"Okay... I guess that's okay..." he turned around, to actually look at our spanish teacher, and didn't look back at me again all lesson through.
Later same day, Natalia asked if her and her big sister could come to the sleepover, and I said of course yes, they're kind of my friends, why not?
The next day at lunch Maddie, Ally and Alishia asked me, and I told them, yes of course they can come to Feli's sleepover, and told them they really should have fucking asked Feli, since it is her sleepover, and not mine.
Then wednesday Kiki, Elizaveta, Felicja and Lili asked me, and I said they should ask Feli. Kiki said they had been invited by her, but were unsure if they really was allowed to come by our 'father' (they don't know Ciro and Feli and me aren't actually in family) and also wanted to make sure that I wouldn't kick them out when they had arrived. Like I would kick them out, seriously, who the fuck do they think I am? Okay, if they went completely crazy I might kick some of them out, but I wouldn't do that to Lili.
Thursday Alishia said she couldn't come, since she were going out with Jonas and the potatoes to get drunk. I really didn't want her to be alone, drunk and together with two drunk potatoes and a possibly even more drunk Jonas. But she had apparently done it before, and had no problem with doing it again, so I thought it was okay.
The day the sleepover was held, at cooking class, I was asked AGAIN! Qing, Bella and Sonja had went over to me and asked:
"Umm, I wondered... Can we get permission to come to Feliciana and your's sleepoverparty?" Sonja asked.
"It's not mine, as I have told nearly every fucking person in this school I know, and yes, you can come, why don't you two just ask fucking Feli instead of me?"
Qing answered quickly "Because she told us we should go over to you and ask, since you're the one hosting it." What. The. FUCK?
"She fucking did?"
"Ja! Yes, she did! Aren't you the host?" Bella asked. I'm gonna kill Feli.
"No, fucking Feli is."
"Oh." Sonja paled slightly, possibly because of the murderous aura around me. Seems like I have to talk with my dearly beloved sorella.
"Why did you tell everyone that it was I who are hosting your sleepoverparty?"
"Because I thought you might want to know who it is who are coming." She smiled.
"I fucking don't care, you could have invited the whole shitty school, and I wouldn't give as much as one little fuck."
As I said that Siv had walked over to us and asked something, I didn't hear since I was busy yelling more at Feli.
"What the hell do you want?" I asked her.
"I want to know if me and my sister, Vigdís, should come to you two's sleepover-thing. I guess it's fine to come then?"
I was a little surprised over her sudden conclusion.
"Eh, yeah... I guess it's fine..."
"Great, we'll arrive at 7. Later then." And she walked away again. The hell just happened?
"So I'll see you two at monday then." Alishia said.
"Si, later." I waved goodbye at her. She had been walking with me home, but she was going to her home, to get her money and a change of clothes. She also said something about a false identification or something. She really had done this before...
After bidding Alishia fare well, I walked the last way home alone. Left with my own thoughts, I began wondering why Antonio hadn't as much as talked to me ever since that chat we had had in our spanish lesson. Had he really taken it so seriously when I said I didn't want to be with him? If I had meant that I would never as much as had talked to him, and not at all let him stay over at my house, I'd have kicked him out and not cared at all about what Feli and Ciro meant of it all.
...But did he really think I meant that?
Because I did, dammit! Okay... No, I've kind of missed him this week were he haven't talked to me at all... And I haven't tried to contact him either, I've been busy dammit! But...
What if he'll never try to talk to me ever again?
I might've been a little ...harsh... to him, but I didn't intend to hurt his feelings...
"Sorella, why are you standing out there, get in, so we can begin cooking!" Feli had opened the door, and tried to get me inside. When did I even get here?
We were going to make focaccia with tomatoes, garlic and black olives as topping, tortelli con zucca, sagne e cicerchie and strawberry panna cotta.
I made the focaccia halfdone, Feli did the same with the tortellis, and then we helped each other with the soup and panne cotta. Then Feli made her tortellis done, while I waited for mine to finish baking.
After that we were going to do some preparations, like sweets, chips and soda, when we had to admit we hadn't buyed any soft drinks. So I had to go to buy coca-cola, fanta and other stuff like that.
After I had been at the store, where I also bought popcorn, because I fucking found some, on my way home, I saw something in the corner of my eyes that I hadn't expected and not at all hoped to ever see again.
"Pssst, I know you heard me. And saw me, so come over here, petite garce." Blonde hair, blue eyes with a hungry, lusty look in them, not like Pervert's though, his eyes were more... requesting really. The man before me was (sadly) not the pervertedness of Francis Bonnefoy, but monsieur Boniface Roux, which was even worse. Why the fucking hell is he even here?
Roux was staring. And he wasn't good at hiding it, even I could tell and I'm only 13 years old really... Stop staring. You're fucking disgusting.
"..Mo-monsieur... R-Roux..." I stated, trembled a little in fear, while also blushing a tiny bit.
"Oui, c'est moi. Bet you weren't expecting that?" What was he doing here? If he's done anything to my friends I swear I'll kill him! In his sleep, though, he still scares the shit out of me.
"But... Why... What... (what the fucking hell are you doing here?)"
"Your pére wanted me to look for you. He's very upset about that you left him all alone. Very upset indeed." my blood ran cold.
"I-I don't care! I wan't you, ALL of you, to get out of my life forever! (I hate you all, fucking bastards!)" I screamed at him in fear. As I were finished sreaming my lungs out on him, I ran.
If I could only escape from what I've done, what they've done. Escape from my past. Why... How did those figli de puttane find me again? I thought I had gotten away for good!
After running in random directions, simply to escape monsieur Roux, for a good fifteen minutes or so, I were pretty sure I had gotten away. For now at least. The problem now was...
Where the fucking hell am I?
I were completely lost! Nothing looked like anything I knew! Dammit! Lost... Why... Two very bad occurences all in the same quarter! That's not fair. I sat down and began crying. Yes, fucking crying, I am lost in a big city, and pretty sure I'll never find my way back ever again, which is a pretty good reason to cry for me. And it had been such a good day earlier... If I at least had said something to Feli... Or Antonio... If I just had said something...
"Lovina, I care a lot about you. Te quiro. You're like a daughter to me, so please don't do this..."
Could it be that I feel for Antonio? Care? Love? Really? But... All those I have loved, have been taken away from me... Can I love? Should I love? Wouldn't it be easier to just... let it stay like it is? I don't know how to love... Deep in thought, I suddenly heard a car horn, and a voice I knew.
"Lovina. Lovina! LOVINA! Come over here!" It was... Antonio's mom. Maite. I sat up and walked over to her. "What are you doing here?"
"I... I got lost... I was so fucking scared that I'd never find home again."
"Oh, poor you... I can drive you home, since I'm on my way home myself too."
"Thanks... I'd like to... I-is Antonio home?" I blushed slightly.
"Umm, no, he said he were going out tonight. He didn't say what he were doing, but I know he's out drinking together with some others, like... Alishia, I think her name was."
"How the hell do you know that?"
"I know a lot about my son. The reason why my ex-husband died was partly because I didn't knew what he were doing. Yes, we were divorced, but we still loved each other – That was why we split up. He didn't wan't our Antonio and I to get connected with it, or hurt by it. Maybe if we hadn't done that he would still be alive..." while she talked I got into the car, and we were off.
"Maite... Your ex-husband... What was his full name?" I had to know if it was my José. Just had to.
"His full name was José Basurto Carriedo. He had both his father's and his mother's last name." José Basurto Carriedo.
"So what's your name, bastardo?" I asked him after he had found I was Papa's daughter.
"Jose Basurto Carriedo. Basurto from my mother's side of the family, and Carriedo from my father's. I also have a wife and a so-"
"Yeah, yeah, didn't ask for your lifestory."
...Antonio's father was my José. I sat s little shocked in the car, and Maite didn't ask me about anything, nor did she comment that I had suddenly frozen.
"We're back, Lovina." I looked up in confusion, then thanked her for driving me back home. The next problem now is that I'll need an excuse for not coming back before all the guests had arrived. I can't say that I saw someone from before I got here, none of them would understand why I had taken the run for it.
I've never felt this down before... I've never ever tried to be away for so long from my sweet tomate either, ever since I first met her. Makes me sad that she don't want to be with me. And now I've promised to go to a bar together with Franny, Gil and his brother, Alishia, Ivan and Jonas, even if I'd rather stay at home to watch over what happened at the other side of the road... What if something happened to her? What if she got hurt the exact day I didn't stalk her? Now don't think about me as a creeper, but I just likes to watch over her, to see if I can get to know her a bit better. ...A-and.. Then I think I might be in love with her too... Franny says that that ache in my heart whenever I see her is the same as when he sees Lisha, and he told me a long time ago that he had been in love with 'that beautiful piece of art' as he put it. Why does it have to be so hard, I mean... Why can't I just be with her, with her sweet and cute face, her way too easily tempered anger, and that way too cute tomatoblush? That'd be great.
"Toni, wake up from whatever it is you're thinking about, and move your attention to the awesome me."
"Maybe he was thinking about his aimé~" I blushed slightly.
"N-no, I wasn't!" I denied it fast. Too fast.
"I'm pretty sure you did, er du ikke enig, Gil?"
"Yeah, mostly cuz of that face he always makes whenever he's talking about her."
"I'm not making faces!"
"Guys, would you please stop talking about one of my good friends like that in bloody front of me?It's really rude, bastards." An english accent. When did Alishia arrive to the parking place?
"Fine with me, I'd much rather talk about vous."
"Stop saying weird stuff in french, stupid frog!" Alishia answered, and hit him on his head.
"эй, товарищи, where are we going today?" Ivan had just arrived.
"Yeah, I'd like to know that too~"
"An old place, it has been here forever, but a lot of people's never heard about it. One of my siblings worked there once, but got fired because he was so bloody lazy. That bastard deserved that..." Alishia said that while she walked the last bit over to the pub. "So... Here it is!" She finally said and pointed down at something, which could very well resemble a bar. Which was under the ground. Well, we can always try something new, I guess...
"Oi, Bruder, there you finally arrived! Come, join us!" Gil randomly said when he saw his brother walking around in confusion.
"So everyone got their falske ID?" Everyone answered positive to this, and then we preceeded.
Two hours later:
"Wh-what's a releghion..? I don't even know if I'm protestant or ca-hup-tholic"
As usual Alishia was drunk after the first glass, and was now completely wasted. Gil and Jonas was nothing out the unusual, and was barely drunk yet. I'm suspicous if maybe Ivan might be drunk all the time, since he was pretty wasted already, even if it's nothing against Alishia. Franny nearly hadn't touched the wine in his glass, since he thought it was more enjoyable to watch Lisha, and sometimes whisper stuff I've never figured out about what was. Anyway whatever it was made Alishia freak out even more, and made her blush, though not at all as much as mi tomate. I had only myself drank enough to make me a little tipsy. One of us had to remain by just around full conscious at least.
"Well, if you won't admit it, I just have to get it out of you in another way, mon lapin~" Francis said out loud. It was mostly possible about Lisha, who now sat, blushingly, and denied whatever it was.
"What are yo' to whisspering about? Tell everyone else now." Jonas said, while demanding another beer. He really likes beer, especially the danish ones, surprisingly, there's apparently a lot of danish beer brands, which are normal, even here.
"N-n-nothing, you stupid scallywahg! It's -hup- persshonal! And schtup moving so much around, you baschtard!" Alishia was definitely drunk, which only motivated the others to try even more, since she was unable to reckon anywhere nearby normal.
"Oh, but I don't think there's anything wrong in them knowing just exactly what you feel for me~" Alishia blushed even more, though I'm sure if someone had said the same, not that I'm sure what Franny meant, to mi tomate, she'd have blushed a thousand times more, which would make her a thousand times cuter! Of course she's already cute, but even cuter!
"I-it's NOT what I f-hup-el or sumthing stupid ass shit like zat!" That sounded kinda french just now...
"Yeah, sure, that's why you're learning french." Gil makes a lot of good points sometimes.
"W-w-wat ze hell arre you t-talking awbout? Ima not lernieng frogdialect. Nevah vill!" She said only confirming the aspersions. We all knew that she was learning french, or as she preferred to call it, frogdialect. (just exactly a dialect of what?) I wonder if Lovi has that kind of nickname to spanish? And if she have, is it then a cute one? I really hope so, because that would just be so sweet~! And cute~! And that'd be like herself, all cute, sweet, blushing and beautiful. So charming and pretty, just like a tomato. I'd kill for just one date with her...
"Tonio? Are you even on this planet anymore?" Francis looked at me like I was an alien or something like that.
"Am I not? Why're you asking?" Maybe it was a kinda cold answer, but he could just have let me dream a bit more about my cute, sweet, overly adorable girl. Or... I wish she was mine...
"You just looked like you were on another planet, mon ami." Now he should seriously stop being a dick and let me dream about my sweetheart! ...Dick? I've spent too much time with people who are swearing. Lovi not included of course! It's not important that she swears, that's something I just ignore! Actually sometimes it's even cute, especially when she's all blushing and swearing at me because I've said something she doesn't like me saying. As when I told her how cute she was with her tomato-blush for around the 9th time that week. I only do so because she really is! But... I can tell she doesn't believe me at least half the time, even though I'm completely sincere when I tell her so. That's really kind of sad...
"Mein freund, you're doing it again." Gil now! Let me think in peace!
"What do you two want from me?" I asked them disgruntled, because they kept interrupting my thoughtstream about mi amor.
"To direct your focus towards the awesome me and Franny. Now this is done, what the hell are you thinking about, you're even drooling. Which is pretty unawesome for someone like you." I am? I checked. Yes, I am, in fact, drooling. I quickly dried it off, and then answered them, while trying to stop falling back into my thoughts about the cutest person on earth.
"I'm thinking about mi tomate. She's soo cute!" I squealed.
"Again?" Franny and Gil looked at each other. "You'd better get them together before too long, before Tonio gets run over by a car or something stupid like that, simply because he was thinking of his tomate." Gil's accent was terrible. Back to my thoughts.
"I know, and I'm trying, but Lovina is hard to get to cooperate. Luckily some of my contacts are working on it, most of them are at the slumber party this night at her place."
"Your contacts, yeah sure, it's that group who tries to get the whole school paired up. About that, how is it going with getting Maddie to... Go on a date with me?"
"On that topic, she's agreed to go on one, and then see how it'll go. You just have to talk with her to plan when and where. If you're gonna ask about your frére and Feli then that's going alright. Now if only Ludwig would actually invite her out..."
"That's great, Franny, thanks! I'll talk with her as soon as possible!" At this point I had stopped listening, I was only thinking about my lady. After some more hours, at the point Alishia actually had declared her undying love for danish beer of all things, and the rest of us had to stop her from stripping we went home again. Or rather, everyone went home to Franny, since not all of us had understanding parents, Alishia's parents didn't accept it at all, and Gil and Ludwig's weren't that happy about it either. Nobody else's parents were any trouble, so we arranged it that it went on turn about where to go home to. Franny's turn this time. Ivan ended up so drunk we had to pull him in a wheelbarrow which usually was something reserved for Alishia only. So now we had to pull the both of them. Jonas, Gil and Ludwig had sung a lot of songs in german, apparently that's normal for danes to do so. Franny were only halfdrunk, and I was still nearly sober. When we got to Franny's, everyone went to sleep, even before we could prepare the beds.
Mafiosi=Mafioso in pluralis, peple from the Mafia (italian, or actually most languages)
il Signor's=the mister's (italian)
Si?=Yes? (italian and spanish)
focaccia, tortelli con zucca, sagne e cicerchie and panna cotta=italian food. Look it up on the internet. (obviously italian)
petite garce=little bitch (french)
Oui, c'est moi=Yes, it's me (french)
figli de puttana=sons of bitches (italian)
te quiro=I love you in a platonic way, or so I think. It might be the other way round, but I'll use it this way. (spanish)
er du ikke enig, Gil?=Don't you agree, Gil? (danish)
эй, товарищи=Hey comrades (russian)
Mi tomate=My tomato (spanish)
mon lapin=My rabbit/bunny (french)
mon ami=my friend (french)
Mein Freund=My friend (german)
Mi amor=my love (spanish)
And I've also translated Alishia's drunk talk to english.
Wh-what's a releghion..? I don't even know if I'm protestant or ca-hup-tholic=What's a relegion? I don't even know if I'm protestant or catholic.
N-n-nothing, you stupid scallywahg! It's -hup- persshonal! And schtup moving so much around, you baschtard!=Nothing, you stupid scallywag! It's personal! And stop moving so much around, you bastard!
I-it's NOT what I f-hup-el or sumthing stupid ass shit like zat!=It's NOT what I feel or something stupid ass shit like that!
W-w-wat ze hell arre you t-talking awbout? Ima not lernieng frogdialect. Nevah vill!=What the hell are you talking about? I am not learning frogdialect. Never will!
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