Alstroemeria

Chapter 20

This was a fun chapter to write, hope these dorks make you laugh!

-Marzia

"Hey!" An accented voice shouted. The voice belonged to S. Italy, who was staring with absolute rage at N. Italy. Beside him stood another man, one who looked similar to the other 2 males in the room, he was staring at you. You hid yourself a bit, slightly embarrassed about being seen in such a unpresentable, pitiful state. His smirk grew into an amused grin.

"What the crapola, fratello idiota?! You stupido..!" The fiery italian choked and shook his brother. N. Italy was panicking.

"Fratello- Can't-a breathe- fratell- aria!"

[Italian: air]

"Dammit, Feliciano! You're skipping class, hm?"

"Lovino?" You spoke up, thinking that Feliciano had had enough. The italian stopped shaking his brother--now merely choking him in place. He seemed surprised to see you... in your own dorm. "I think Feliciano has had enough." You said, still slightly embarrassed. The southern italian dropped the poor boy as N. Italy began gasping for 'aria'.

"Oh.. right, mi dispiace, ragazza." He scratched the back of his neck, pink tinting his cheeks.

"Ohh! Bella ragazza~! Ciao, I'm Seborga, who might-a you be?" The other man--evidently italian from his accent--skipped over to you, grabbing your hands and kissing your knuckles. You were a bit flustered from the action, but since your cheeks were already rosy from crying, your blush went unnoticed.

"Oh. Hello, I'm..." You're? You let your sentence fade off. Who am I?

"She's-a Belvisida!" N. Italy said, seeming to have recovered. Seborga leaned further towards your face.

"Ah, nice-a to meet such a bella-" The poor boy was pulled back by S. Italy.

"Non metterti in faccia, dannazione. Sii un gentiluomo! Sei italiano, per l'amor del cielo!"

[Italian: Don't get in her face, dammit. Be a gentleman! You're italian, for God's sake!]

"Ah, mi dispiace, fratello." Seborga said, shaking slightly in fear.

"Fratello?" You figured they were related, after all Seborga was an italian province...

"Yes-a! Sebastian is our-a fratellino!"

[Italian: Little brother]

"Oh."

Comfortable silence engulfed the room as you all glanced at each other. The brothers all sat down, S. Italy and N. Italy on either side of you and Seborga sitting on the small love seat.

"Ragazza," S. Italy broke the silence, "Why does it-a seem like you were-a crying?"

His question startled you, you were embarrassed at this. You always wanted to present yourself as the best you could be, you wanted to be professional and kind. It was hard, seeing as you were anti-social and depressed--no matter how much you denied it--and so your emotions tended to want you to stay at home eating chocolate[1].

"Ve~ The poor bella was! She was-a-upset-ta because she-a hurt someone!" N. Italy said, the other two Italians looked at you surprised. You? Poor, sweet, neutral Belvisida hurt someone?

"It was a long time ago!" you defended. "I.. didn't find out until today.." You mumbled the last parts, embarrassed. You seemed to be feeling embarrassed a lot lately, huh?

"Oh." S. Italy muttered. Silence once again engulfed the room, this time a lot more uncomfortable. The noise of the T.V. made itself known over the thick tension in the room.

After the Italians said goodbye and left you sat back on the couch. You looked at the time, it was about lunch time now. Luckily you still had some of N. Italy's pasta left, you wouldn't have to leave the dorm room anytime soon. As you wrapped yourself up and laid on the couch you turned off the T.V. A nap would be nice.

Other

1. Fun fact, chocolate makes your brain release the same chemicals as love does! So Belvisida (and you, if you really wanted to) could sit in her room binging on chocolate alone and still 'experience' the 'feeling' of love

Translations

Italian

Air

Don't get in her face, dammit. Be a gentleman! You're italian, for God's sake!

Little brother