Sunshine and Tomatoes

French Fries and Grease

Aiyaa! Behold my current writing project! Hurrah, hurrah!

Any chance of productivity is gladly welcomed, and so I bring you my oneshot collection of my current phase Romerica! OH MY GOD I have sunk so deep in this ship it's ridiculous. But since it is Romerica Week after all, have my sins!

If I owned Hetalia, I would be confused with who to pair dear Merica with because Roma and Iggy will have to fight for him, nyaa. XD Enjoy this trash dump of stories, hoi!

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Day 1: French Fries and Grease

Summary: Travelling by public transport on a Monday morning is bad enough — Lovino does not need some terrible-smelling idiot to make it worse. For Day 1 prompt: First Meetings. Warning for vulgarity, moody!Lovino and stressful university tiems.  

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It is fucking too early for this.

Sure, the sun's kind of up — barely risen actually; curse daylight saving periods for making it so dark at 6:30am in the morning on a sad, sad Monday. Still. The rising sun doesn't mean it's any good to be awake at this goddamning hour. You could only imagine what he's been through, having to do this every fucking week on a two hour sleep schedule. Please have mercy on his poor soul.

Lovino was actually contemplating on skipping his college classes today, but he's already so far behind in lectures. There's that assignment he has to do that's due tomorrow, not to mention the progressive IT portfolio he's barely started and it's due by the end of the week. Then there's his C++ programming portfolio which was due last week and he's not sure is worth completing anymore. Don't get him started on 3D animation. And that darn three hour workshop he has to attend tomorrow in preparation for his internship, for fuck's sake.

Long story short, the brown-haired Italian is drowning in stress, projects and suffering from inevitable insomnia. The simplest of unpredictable and undesirable situations can set him off.

Like the godawful stench and unwanted presence of the idiota bastardo who, of all the places in this barely empty train, has decided to fucking sit next to him.

Let's backtrack all the way to 4:30, which, sadly for the brunette, is his normal Monday wake up time. He's got an alarm for an hour before the time he's supposed to be up to catch the bus just because it pleases him to know that he still has time to sleep in. Although Lovino normally catches the 5:30 bus to the train station, he really just wants to (die right now) stay in bed a bit more, all snuggled up in his sheets and that one extra pillow he pretends he doesn't like to cuddle. Lucky Feliciano and his normal 9am-3pm high school day.

Whilst his younger brother remains asleep in the room adjacent to his, Lovino has to rush around to grab muffins and a bottle of chocolate milkshake from the cupboard (damn it, no more microwaveable pasta in the freezer? Great, just greaaaat), shove his laptop into his bag which he left in the lounge yesterday, brush his teeth, change his clothes, stylehis hair, put on his shoes, grab his notebook on the dining table and bolt through the door, making sure he at least locked it once from the outside. In his haste, he manages to forget his USBs by the bedside which he told himself HE NEEDED for his programming portfolio, but it's too late to return now because the 5:50 bus has just arrived.