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OMIGASH I AM BACK. About time too. ;__; Shifting to a new degree can be tiring and the consequences drain you mentally. But then it can't be all work and no play SO! I bring you the third part of my chaptered Spamano fanfic <3 <3 So kudos and comment! I love a good comment and sound structural critiques :) Love lots~ <3
-Chien
Hetalia is unfortunately not mine but all to the mighty Hima-papa
PS.
Herman is the name I used for big brother Portugal. Herman is the name of the cousin I'm very close to since he acts like he big brother I never had. He is all the way in Portugal since he's working there. AND! He's also the one who introduced me to Hetalia. In other words, he dragged me down to hell with him. HAHA Just kidding. So anyway I'm using this as a gift since his birthday's comin' up soon~
{One week to New Year’s}
I’m having a serious case of deja vu here, Lovino thought as he blankly stared at Antonio who was quivering in one corner of his apartment room. His attention turns to the loud tapping of the door and loud British curses of “gourmet cowardly lot!” Lovino simply sighs and opens the door to the unsurprisingly sweaty Briton.
“I know he’s in there.”
“He is.”
“Bring him out, then.”
He looks inside for a bit as if pretending to talk to Antonio who had fled the kitchen for the bathroom. He then turns back to the Brit. “He says he doesn’t want to die yet. Not in the hands of your cooking at least.” he teased complete with a giant smirk through his face.
“What did you say, wanker!? I’ll have you know I am Arthur Kirkland of the Great British Empire! You should be honored I bring you my very own cooking!”
“Yeah. And I’m Lovino Vargas, the Italian who lives in 221B Baker Street.”
“Benedict Cumberbatch is a hot down to earth Briton. He most certainly is not of the likes of you, you bloody impostor!” Loud footsteps came from the end of the hallway. Towards them, blond hair gracefully whisked in the air as Francis ran towards their direction with Roderich falling behind.
“Really, mon amour, you must stop this game of hide and seek with me. It’s getting tiring trying to get out of bed with my little son dangling between my legs while you make a mess in the kitchen then just run off like that.” Francis said between breaths. “Ah bonjour, mon cher. I am truly sorry for this early morning ruckus. I did not expect mon amour to have this sudden burst of...erm...inspiration. I will see to it that he gives a warning before knocking on anybody else’s doors.”
From behind Lovino, Antonio’s head popped out, all smiles to the French and the heavily panting landlord. His face twists into fright at the sight of the little (haha) Briton glaring at him while he held the casserole bowl in his hands. One second after, all hell breaks loose and before Lovino could even do anything, his whole room became a labyrinth of fallen pots, pans and overturned chairs and tables. He gaped at the horrific scene of the Spaniard and the Briton’s game of cat and mouse, Antonio grabbing on anything to swing to and Arthur, miraculously being given spider abilities to counter those.
More running and Lovino decided to leave the room and visit Liz’s room while the two settle their “differences”. He headed for the fourth floor. Upon climbing the stairs, he could hear sounds in the hallway distinctly female, and definitely Liz’s.
Perfect timing, he thought. He could ask the landlady to let him chill for a bit in the admin’s office. But who was she talking to? Her voice was all he heard so she was probably on the phone. He took a few more steps, stopping somewhat close to the top of the stairs and leaned back on the wall to wait until Liz finished her phone call. The call was taking longer than he expected and his feet were starting to feel sore from all the standing and he figured the phone call was going to last a lot longer when the tone of her voice suddenly rose.
Thinking he should just crash in Kiku’s room for a bit, he turned to leave when he heard Liz mention Antonio.
Could he have just been imagining it?
He crept a little closer to get a better hearing. “But Herman, why does it have to be him? He made it very clear that he wants nothing to do with his grandfather or the Ville. I intend to honor Tonio’s wishes and Roderich thinks so too.”
His grandfather? What’s with his grandfather?
“Herman. You can’t let him do something he doesn’t want to do. He will keep on running away and you will bring out money to find him and you find him and he’ll keep running away. Don’t you think it’s better to let him be rather than letting him carry the burden he feels to be the Carriedo blood?”
Carriedo? Is that his last name? What’s with Carriedo? Come to think of it, all he knew Antonio by was Antonio and, as the idiot would always insist, plain Toni. From the beginning, that was how Antonio had introduced himself, and Lovino had thought nothing of it before so he had not bothered to even ask. He'd known he was from Spain, but that country was a bit too big. He knew he likes tomatoes and plays the guitar, but know nothing of how he learned. He doesn't know even know what the Spanish does for a living. In other words, he was friends with yet a total stranger.
But now it egged him: Who was Antonio?
“I get it. I’ll talk it over with Roderich...no...he has to know. He took up the responsibility for watching over him as his own had failed to do so.” another silence ensued. Lovino was only listening, but he could tell her voice was anxious, if anything concerned besides outraged. “I won’t take no for an answer, Herman. You know very well out of everyone in your family what your little brother is, and I am sure you are not in much agreement as you are claiming.”
A small beep followed by a sigh echoed through the corridor which told Lovino the call had just ended. He waited as the footsteps seemed to be getting farther and farther away until the slam of the door was all that was left and the sound of heavy breathing. He then bounded down the stairs to his floor and headed for Kiku’s room instead.
{4 Days to New Year’s Eve}
"Lovino, dear! Please pass the salt. Lovino?”
“Huh? What? Oh right, the salt. Uhmmm...”
“In your hand.” Lovino's cheeks redden as he handed her the salt shaker then returned to mincing. It’s four days to New Year’s Eve and Liz had decided to hold a party to celebrate it. They decided just like for Christmas to each bring their own dishes, which was what Lovino and Liz were just busying themselves with. They were whipping up something of a mix of Hungarian and Italian in the administration’s office, or as it was, Liz and Roderich’s home kitchen, as a joint effort on their part since. Lovino had offered the idea to Liz one afternoon during his precious and rare day-off. He had meant for it to be like a ‘thank you’ gesture after she and Roderich had so patiently dealt with him this whole time as well as to get his mind off things: about Toni, how frustrated he was at knowing only next to nothing about the Spanish and because he needed some excuse to get some air away from his “friend”. And since Roderich was sure to be busy drinking with Gilbert that night, fact at which Lovino nearly choked his own drink, Liz gleefully took him up on his offer.
“WHAT? YOU’RE NOT REALLY MARRIED?!”
“He never put the ring on. No one would try investing in an apartment where the landlord was bisexual, right? That’s society nowadays. And the circumstances were a little complicated, but that’s another story altogether.”
“If you put it that way...”
“Shall we get preparing for our dish?”
“Of course.”
Which brings us back to the present situation.
After a while of preparation and mincing and everything in between, Lovino’s mind began to wander off again, of course thinking about Antonio and his incompetence at making friends with him. He tried to whip up a cheerful conversation with Liz but it would always revert to talking about how annoying Antonio on one particular day. Each time he would start to speak his name, Lovino would go silent. He’d go back to cutting every once and a while he would look up to glance out the window of the fourth floor office which overlooked the garden of the compound where he saw some of the boarders getting some sun. On one side was Antonio with Francis and Gilbert laughing and talking. There would be a clenching pain so Lovino would go back to working. He’d wondered not once but more times than he could count why he was so affected. To be worried about something so petty was so unlike him. So what if he knew little about Antonio? It’s not as if they were l-l-lo...PARTNERS. They weren’t partners...or anything like that.
So. Why?
“Lovino! Lovino!”
Lovino snapped out of his reverie and his eyes catch on a burning meat on a pan. “CAZZO!” he cursed as he tried to quickly put out the flames by grabbing the nearest fire extinguisher. After the flame had gone, he threw the extinguisher to the floor. “Fuck! What is wrong with me today!?”
“Lovino, dear. You’ve been acting strange since you got here.”
“Look at this horrible excuse for Italian cuisine. I put shame to the Italian race.” he threw the pan and the burnt meat in the sink then slumped on the floor. “This is all his fault.” he muttered in voice audible only to him. He then quickly stood up, taking off his apron an placing it on the nearest flat surface.
“Lovino?! Where are you going?”
“Sorry Liz, I don’t feel so well.” he strode out the door, closing it with a bang. He headed downstairs, his face contorted in anger. He was glad not a lot of people were out of their rooms as they were too busy dealing with their own dishes. He was not noticing the heavenly smells coming from the small slits of the rooms he passed through. All he wanted was just to get back to his room. Along the other end of the hallway, Antonio was just going back to his room after playing a bit too much with the the young Alfred when he spotted Lovino walking towards him in a rather striding manner. His face lit up and raised his hand to give the Italian a wave but hesitated when he detected something other than the usual grouch of the younger male.
“Lovi?” Without stopping, if anything frowning, Lovino swept past the older male towards his room. Antonio’s eyes followed the Italian until he entered the room, still wondering what had happened to his Lovi when he hears the sounds of footsteps echoed from the other end of the hall.
“Hey Lizzie~”
“...Antonio.”
“What’s wrong, Eliza?” Lovino slept through the day until nighttime when it brought along the chilly cold of December. He blinked a few times to make sense of where he was and why it was cold. It took a few seconds for him to realize that his window had been opened and the fire burned out by the patches of snow that entered through the open window. Quickly he threw back the covers and proceeded to putting on the fire then closing the window.
“For I love you so.”
The sweet sound of a Spanish serenade sounded from outside which made Lovino stop and for a while forget the cold still creeping inside his bedroom, slowly putting out the fire. As if he was hypnotized, Lovino slowly moved his feet forward and out in the open, when the strong gush of cold wind stopped him in his tracks, simultaneously closing the window shutters, once again letting the dark envelop the Italian.
“Un baile del corazon.”
Enough. You don’t know what you’re saying.
Lovino held his head in his hands and for the first time in a long time, cold tears fell from his eyes.
-Chien
Hetalia is unfortunately not mine but all to the mighty Hima-papa
PS.
Herman is the name I used for big brother Portugal. Herman is the name of the cousin I'm very close to since he acts like he big brother I never had. He is all the way in Portugal since he's working there. AND! He's also the one who introduced me to Hetalia. In other words, he dragged me down to hell with him. HAHA Just kidding. So anyway I'm using this as a gift since his birthday's comin' up soon~
{One week to New Year’s}
I’m having a serious case of deja vu here, Lovino thought as he blankly stared at Antonio who was quivering in one corner of his apartment room. His attention turns to the loud tapping of the door and loud British curses of “gourmet cowardly lot!” Lovino simply sighs and opens the door to the unsurprisingly sweaty Briton.
“I know he’s in there.”
“He is.”
“Bring him out, then.”
He looks inside for a bit as if pretending to talk to Antonio who had fled the kitchen for the bathroom. He then turns back to the Brit. “He says he doesn’t want to die yet. Not in the hands of your cooking at least.” he teased complete with a giant smirk through his face.
“What did you say, wanker!? I’ll have you know I am Arthur Kirkland of the Great British Empire! You should be honored I bring you my very own cooking!”
“Yeah. And I’m Lovino Vargas, the Italian who lives in 221B Baker Street.”
“Benedict Cumberbatch is a hot down to earth Briton. He most certainly is not of the likes of you, you bloody impostor!” Loud footsteps came from the end of the hallway. Towards them, blond hair gracefully whisked in the air as Francis ran towards their direction with Roderich falling behind.
“Really, mon amour, you must stop this game of hide and seek with me. It’s getting tiring trying to get out of bed with my little son dangling between my legs while you make a mess in the kitchen then just run off like that.” Francis said between breaths. “Ah bonjour, mon cher. I am truly sorry for this early morning ruckus. I did not expect mon amour to have this sudden burst of...erm...inspiration. I will see to it that he gives a warning before knocking on anybody else’s doors.”
From behind Lovino, Antonio’s head popped out, all smiles to the French and the heavily panting landlord. His face twists into fright at the sight of the little (haha) Briton glaring at him while he held the casserole bowl in his hands. One second after, all hell breaks loose and before Lovino could even do anything, his whole room became a labyrinth of fallen pots, pans and overturned chairs and tables. He gaped at the horrific scene of the Spaniard and the Briton’s game of cat and mouse, Antonio grabbing on anything to swing to and Arthur, miraculously being given spider abilities to counter those.
More running and Lovino decided to leave the room and visit Liz’s room while the two settle their “differences”. He headed for the fourth floor. Upon climbing the stairs, he could hear sounds in the hallway distinctly female, and definitely Liz’s.
Perfect timing, he thought. He could ask the landlady to let him chill for a bit in the admin’s office. But who was she talking to? Her voice was all he heard so she was probably on the phone. He took a few more steps, stopping somewhat close to the top of the stairs and leaned back on the wall to wait until Liz finished her phone call. The call was taking longer than he expected and his feet were starting to feel sore from all the standing and he figured the phone call was going to last a lot longer when the tone of her voice suddenly rose.
Thinking he should just crash in Kiku’s room for a bit, he turned to leave when he heard Liz mention Antonio.
Could he have just been imagining it?
He crept a little closer to get a better hearing. “But Herman, why does it have to be him? He made it very clear that he wants nothing to do with his grandfather or the Ville. I intend to honor Tonio’s wishes and Roderich thinks so too.”
His grandfather? What’s with his grandfather?
“Herman. You can’t let him do something he doesn’t want to do. He will keep on running away and you will bring out money to find him and you find him and he’ll keep running away. Don’t you think it’s better to let him be rather than letting him carry the burden he feels to be the Carriedo blood?”
Carriedo? Is that his last name? What’s with Carriedo? Come to think of it, all he knew Antonio by was Antonio and, as the idiot would always insist, plain Toni. From the beginning, that was how Antonio had introduced himself, and Lovino had thought nothing of it before so he had not bothered to even ask. He'd known he was from Spain, but that country was a bit too big. He knew he likes tomatoes and plays the guitar, but know nothing of how he learned. He doesn't know even know what the Spanish does for a living. In other words, he was friends with yet a total stranger.
But now it egged him: Who was Antonio?
“I get it. I’ll talk it over with Roderich...no...he has to know. He took up the responsibility for watching over him as his own had failed to do so.” another silence ensued. Lovino was only listening, but he could tell her voice was anxious, if anything concerned besides outraged. “I won’t take no for an answer, Herman. You know very well out of everyone in your family what your little brother is, and I am sure you are not in much agreement as you are claiming.”
A small beep followed by a sigh echoed through the corridor which told Lovino the call had just ended. He waited as the footsteps seemed to be getting farther and farther away until the slam of the door was all that was left and the sound of heavy breathing. He then bounded down the stairs to his floor and headed for Kiku’s room instead.
{4 Days to New Year’s Eve}
"Lovino, dear! Please pass the salt. Lovino?”
“Huh? What? Oh right, the salt. Uhmmm...”
“In your hand.” Lovino's cheeks redden as he handed her the salt shaker then returned to mincing. It’s four days to New Year’s Eve and Liz had decided to hold a party to celebrate it. They decided just like for Christmas to each bring their own dishes, which was what Lovino and Liz were just busying themselves with. They were whipping up something of a mix of Hungarian and Italian in the administration’s office, or as it was, Liz and Roderich’s home kitchen, as a joint effort on their part since. Lovino had offered the idea to Liz one afternoon during his precious and rare day-off. He had meant for it to be like a ‘thank you’ gesture after she and Roderich had so patiently dealt with him this whole time as well as to get his mind off things: about Toni, how frustrated he was at knowing only next to nothing about the Spanish and because he needed some excuse to get some air away from his “friend”. And since Roderich was sure to be busy drinking with Gilbert that night, fact at which Lovino nearly choked his own drink, Liz gleefully took him up on his offer.
“WHAT? YOU’RE NOT REALLY MARRIED?!”
“He never put the ring on. No one would try investing in an apartment where the landlord was bisexual, right? That’s society nowadays. And the circumstances were a little complicated, but that’s another story altogether.”
“If you put it that way...”
“Shall we get preparing for our dish?”
“Of course.”
Which brings us back to the present situation.
After a while of preparation and mincing and everything in between, Lovino’s mind began to wander off again, of course thinking about Antonio and his incompetence at making friends with him. He tried to whip up a cheerful conversation with Liz but it would always revert to talking about how annoying Antonio on one particular day. Each time he would start to speak his name, Lovino would go silent. He’d go back to cutting every once and a while he would look up to glance out the window of the fourth floor office which overlooked the garden of the compound where he saw some of the boarders getting some sun. On one side was Antonio with Francis and Gilbert laughing and talking. There would be a clenching pain so Lovino would go back to working. He’d wondered not once but more times than he could count why he was so affected. To be worried about something so petty was so unlike him. So what if he knew little about Antonio? It’s not as if they were l-l-lo...PARTNERS. They weren’t partners...or anything like that.
So. Why?
“Lovino! Lovino!”
Lovino snapped out of his reverie and his eyes catch on a burning meat on a pan. “CAZZO!” he cursed as he tried to quickly put out the flames by grabbing the nearest fire extinguisher. After the flame had gone, he threw the extinguisher to the floor. “Fuck! What is wrong with me today!?”
“Lovino, dear. You’ve been acting strange since you got here.”
“Look at this horrible excuse for Italian cuisine. I put shame to the Italian race.” he threw the pan and the burnt meat in the sink then slumped on the floor. “This is all his fault.” he muttered in voice audible only to him. He then quickly stood up, taking off his apron an placing it on the nearest flat surface.
“Lovino?! Where are you going?”
“Sorry Liz, I don’t feel so well.” he strode out the door, closing it with a bang. He headed downstairs, his face contorted in anger. He was glad not a lot of people were out of their rooms as they were too busy dealing with their own dishes. He was not noticing the heavenly smells coming from the small slits of the rooms he passed through. All he wanted was just to get back to his room. Along the other end of the hallway, Antonio was just going back to his room after playing a bit too much with the the young Alfred when he spotted Lovino walking towards him in a rather striding manner. His face lit up and raised his hand to give the Italian a wave but hesitated when he detected something other than the usual grouch of the younger male.
“Lovi?” Without stopping, if anything frowning, Lovino swept past the older male towards his room. Antonio’s eyes followed the Italian until he entered the room, still wondering what had happened to his Lovi when he hears the sounds of footsteps echoed from the other end of the hall.
“Hey Lizzie~”
“...Antonio.”
“What’s wrong, Eliza?” Lovino slept through the day until nighttime when it brought along the chilly cold of December. He blinked a few times to make sense of where he was and why it was cold. It took a few seconds for him to realize that his window had been opened and the fire burned out by the patches of snow that entered through the open window. Quickly he threw back the covers and proceeded to putting on the fire then closing the window.
“For I love you so.”
The sweet sound of a Spanish serenade sounded from outside which made Lovino stop and for a while forget the cold still creeping inside his bedroom, slowly putting out the fire. As if he was hypnotized, Lovino slowly moved his feet forward and out in the open, when the strong gush of cold wind stopped him in his tracks, simultaneously closing the window shutters, once again letting the dark envelop the Italian.
“Un baile del corazon.”
Enough. You don’t know what you’re saying.
Lovino held his head in his hands and for the first time in a long time, cold tears fell from his eyes.
