Ahahaha...first Hetalia fic I've ever written. This once had a plot/was going to be multiple chapters but I totally forgot what my original point had been while I was writing this. Other than to use the two verbs I learned in Spanish. I kept going, "I can't believe I DIDN'T KNOW THOSE VERBS. DDD: I MUST USE THEM IN SOMETHING." And this was born.
And, yeah, this is Chibitalia-arc-era-whatever. I love when Romano causes Antonio to spazz out. 33
Any way, there is Spanish in this fic, so for those who don't speak any at all, here are the translations:
yo/tu/ella/él/usted, etc. - pronouns (I, you (informal), she, he, you (formal), etc.). Vosotros, by the way, is really only used in Spain [as far as I know, any way]. It's the same as saying 'y'all' in English. Nosotros is "us" or "we."
No me importa - I don't care
Escucha - (You) listen
No puedo - I can't
Por qué no - Why not?
Un hada - A faerie
moriría - Um. I believe this means "It/I would die" but I'm kind of iffy. That's what it's supposed to say, in any case...
Por qué es que estás mintiendo - Why is it you're lying?
Let me know, please, of any grammatical errors (in both the English and Spanish)
EDIT: Thank you so much Kitsui, Naoko Andre, crossdressermonkey, and Doghanyou3693 for the corrections!
"Time to review verbs and conjugations!"
Chalk scrapes across the black slate, makes a chart:
Romano is already bored. Spanish is stupid; it's exactly like his mothertongue but the grammar is weird, and he fails to see why he has to learn a new language and not Antonio.
"Okay," 'teacher' begins to explain in his own limited Italian, his own attempt at making things easier for the little nation. "I'm going to give you the verbs we were studying last week, and you can come up and conjugate them on the board."
"I don't wanna."
Romano decides it's going to be a good day when it's before noon and he came make Antonio twitch almost violently.
"No me importa, Romano," the tomato lover says harshly. "You will learn this."
"No, I won't."
"¡Escucha!" The chalk is slammed down on the desk before Romano, and he wrinkles his nose in distaste.
"This is the verb--mentir. What does that mean?"
"To lie," Italy answers, despite himself.
"Very good!" The pleased look on Spain's face makes Romano want to scream. "Now take that chalk and conjugate it into the different forms."
Romano is quite comfortable at this desk, he doesn't want to move, and his eyes widen in panic as he grabs an excuse out of thin air.
"No puedo," He replies, hoping in the back of his mind that the Spanish will appease Antonio while he thinks of an excuse.
"Eh? ¿Por qué no?"
"Ah--um--" Oh, that's right, he reads Spanish better than he speaks it, and his young mind remembers a story--
"A faerie said I shouldn't."
"...¿Un hada?" Romano watches while his tormentor scratches his head.
"Sí." His head bobs rapidly, the lie piecing itself together wonderfully. "He came to me and told me if I didn't quit these stupi--I mean, these Spanish lessons, I would die, moriría, as you," Romano couldn't help the accidental sneer, "might say."
"Really." Romano watches as the arms cross themselves, and Antonio sighs and shakes his head.
"¿Por qué es que estás mintiendo? You can't hate this so much you have to do this every time..." The tired question comes and Romano pretends he doesn't understand.
He only hops out of the desk, brushing off his apron, and says haughtily, "So, there's nothing you can do, I will keep speaking the beautiful language of my Italia."
"Italy, I know you're lying--"
"How dare you accuse me of lying! You're such a bastard, nii-san!"
He adds the finishing touches, pretending to be angry, and he can hear Antonio practically having a spazz attack behind him.
Deciding to escape before the older man recovers, Romano scurries away...
...But not before pausing one last time to stick his tongue out at Antonio, laughing to himself as Antonio sputters helplessly.
Yes, it had definitely been a good day for Italy.