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Lovino Vargas / Romano || Axis Powers Hetalia

[il_tipo_sorto]

[[Note: yes this is Xep, yes this is a new account, yes this is the same Lovi from the last run of the game, yes it's probably a terrible idea to contemplate a fourth character oKAY LET'S DO THIS.]]

A - Video

Alright, listen up, stronzini.

[This guy talks really fast, and with a whole lot of hand gestures. In fact, his hands can't seem to stop moving for even a second. He also breathes swagger, rather to an oppressive extent. It might even be a little hard for people who knew him as a student to recognize him, if not for the tell-tale hair curl. Even his eyes have changed color over the years from hazel to bright green.]

The name's Lovino Vargas, and I'll be teachin' Italian for all you lucky fucks that feel like shittin' all over someone's mother tongue. Also, basic drawin' for people that don't wanna give me so much goddamn paperwork. I don't tutor, I don't help after class, and I don't give a shit if you can't keep up. I'm sayin' this now so no one whines I didn't warn 'em. Got a problem with it? Suck a dick.

[Yep, Xavier... thought giving this guy a job was a good idea.]

B - Action

[What's that sound? It's... music. Loud. Ass. Music. Italian rap, to be exact. It is blasting out of Lovino's office, with enough force to easily travel down the hallway. The point is to scare people away from the noise, but his office door is unlocked if anyone wants to bother him anyway.

Inside he is sitting with his legs kicked up on his desk, the music coming from the computer next to him while he... scribbles in a copy of Playboy? Or maybe he's hiding something inside the magazine. Who knows why he would choose that as a cover-up.]

B because how could I not

[comparative_insanity]

[There had been a long period of time where any kind of contact between Fai and Lovi would have been severely awkward, and while Fai had tried to be there as much as possible, the inevitable drifting apart had seemed like the best thing for both of them. And not just because quite a large number of the people closest to Fai had wanted to give Lovi a righteous smack or five, either.

Now, however... as strange as it was to think about it still, Fai had actually managed to grow up. He knew in his heart that he was still kind of a mess where feelings were concerned, but this particular mess had healed, and left only a healthy dose of experience and still a not inconsiderate amount of affection in its wake.

So as Fai nudged the door open and draped himself against the door frame, dressed in loose harem-styled pants, a tight top and... his lab coat, as always, he was grinning widely. Not the defensive, impenetrable smile with which he glossed over hurt, but the infectious and mischievous expression that gave the impression that he was secretly laughing at some joke which the world hadn't quite figured out just yet.]

Hello there, handsome. Making a nuisance of yourself as always~?

perfect~

[il_tipo_sorto]

[Honestly, Lovi hadn't thought about Fai much since their contact was severed. Dropping out of the school had come with dropping off the face of the plane as far as contact, he's not even sure where Feli is.

The mess between them had healed well enough, like a broken bone does. He went on his way, in the grand scheme of things he knows it isn't a big deal. Still, he's found that getting attached to people is a prime cause of getting hurt. He's decided not to make that mistake a second time with the same person.]

I think you're confused. There's a nuisance here but it ain't me. [He doesn't even turn the music down for Fai. Nor look up. He recognizes the voice, that's enough to make him misspell whatever he's doing and grimace in frustration.] You need somethin'?

I know I am~

[comparative_insanity]

You know, people keep saying things like that. I can't think what they mean.

[Fai's tone is flippant and light still, but it's followed by a small eyeroll which might or might not go unseen. Either way, he doesn't exactly let himself be deterred; instead he swans in with an advanced version of his old grace, and with the air of one who belongs right where he is.

He then scoots onto the desk and tilts his head a bit in an effort to get a glimpse of what Lovino is doing.]

Aren't you even going to say hi properly? You know, if I treated all of my exes like that, I'm sure it would give me an ulcer. [...on the other hand, Fai doesn't actually see most of his exes much, considering how many of them turned out to be way more problematic than Lovi ever was. He does so try.]

o u

[il_tipo_sorto]

[Lovi hugs the magazine to his chest defensively and looks up just to give Fai his most unimpressed look. Well, it's better than an outright scowl. See? He's being nice.]

Not my fault you've got so many. [He sighs, places his pen between his teeth and leans over to shut off his music. It's startlingly quiet without Fabri Fibra's harsh rhymes in the air.] For real, do you need somethin'?

[At the very least, his tone is more open than it ever would have been when he was younger. If anything, he's bemused that Fai wants anything to do with him.]

[comparative_insanity]

[Fai is fairly used to receiving looks like that from people - and from Lovi - so he just smiles blithely back, shaking his head.]

Not really. I just wanted to come by and say hi.

[He looks around the office for a moment, and then his gaze returns to Lovi. They are both different from what they were, and both still the same in some ways. Fai has a lot more yellow in his gaze now, a faint scar across his left eye, and a little less overwrought insecurity about his person. Lovi seems... calmer, somehow, and definitely more grown up despite the music and the porn magazine.]

It's been quite a while, hasn't it?

[il_tipo_sorto]

[Lovi snorts, but it's more a sound of amusement than annoyance. Same old Fai.]

Five years.

[Quickly resigning to the fact that Fai will not leave him alone just yet, he turns back to work on his... he's hiding a crossword puzzle in his porn magazine. What the hell, Lovi.]

Kinda sad 'hi's all you could come up with, isn't it?

[comparative_insanity]

Five years.

[He repeats the words softly, because in a way, all of what happened back then feels like an age and several worlds away. He'd been so... not young so much as just clueless. And then the Sentinels; then the battle and the fear, and Yuui raising his hand against him for the first and last time ever, and losing Lorna to diplomatic tension, and seeing several of his friends frozen in time, and Lovi sort of... slipping away at some point there. It was all pretty fuzzy.

But he wasn't supposed to focus on all of that now.]

And be fair now. I had plenty of clever bantering and eloquent dialogue planned, but you have been pretty persistent in shooting me down, you know. [He grins.] At least that hasn't changed.

[il_tipo_sorto]

[He marks down another answer before glancing at Fai with a calculating look. That look he always has on his face when he's trying to gauge the other person's intentions.

A lot happened between then and now, from escaping the Sentinels to running back to Italy to getting caught right back in the mafia and somehow managing to string his web of lies all the way back here to get away again. It's been a ride. And yet it's somehow comforting to be back and see everything's basically the same, and it's him that was a complete idiot.

Once he considers him, he gives him a smug half-smirk.] Well, I had plenty planned to tell you, but it turns out you're not as annoyin' as I remember. Wait, that's not the word... [He snaps his fingers as he glances over the puzzle.] Obnoxious. There. [Sketchy pronunciation, but he's proud of his sick burn.]

B

[niepokonany]

[This is in no way okay. Why does no one ever consult Feliks about these things? Not that he's in any position that anyone would, but first serial killers and hitmen and now this? Someone really should run everything by him. It would save everyone a lot of trouble.]

[Feliks narrows his eyes at the door, arms crossed, watching from across the hall. He's already made up his mind to go in -- just go in once, speak his mind, let him know he's being kept an eye on, then be able to wash his hands of it and 'not deal with the guy until he makes trouble again.]

[Which he's totally going to. Because some people are just jerks.]

[He's chosen a quiet time of day, when most of the students will be at dinner or at club events, when most of the teachers will be in their own offices or out to get some non-child-infested fresh air. When Fai will probably be somewhere else, too, because Fai is kind of dumb and still thinks speaking to Lovi is something other than the worst idea ever. And for once, he's dressed down a little -- jeans and an only slightly ridiculously colored button-down shirt, with his hair in a tiny little ponytail.]

[He takes a deep breath, inaudible under the pounding bass, then shoves the door open.]

So. You're back.

[...Yeah, this is going to go awesome.]

[il_tipo_sorto]

[Lovi glances up idly at the sound of the voice, and decides he's definitely not turning the music down for this. Enjoy shouting over these sick beats, Feliks, while he just uses his powers to boost his voice about the noise.]

And you are?

[He remembers, vaguely, but Feliks wasn't that important in the long run. He vaguely remembers feeling jealous of him, but no name comes to mind nor any particularly useful information. He was Fai's friend or something? Probably fucked him. He's not sure.]

[niepokonany]

[Oh, Hell with that. Feliks imagines that Lovi's computer is one of those kids' toys from the 90s, all chunky plastic and monotonous beeps. For kicks, it's bright pink and has Barbie stickers all over it.]

What, is your memory that bad? Did someone finally kick you in the head or something?

[il_tipo_sorto]

[OH MY GOD those noises are annoying. He responds with an eloquent noise like a smoke detector - missed those, didn't you - and dumps his magazine on the floor in favor of trying to shut the damn thing off.

If Feliks cares enough to look there's a crossword puzzle hidden in that magazine. Fun fact.]

My memory's not bad, I just- [He seems rather defensive on that point. He turns to glare at Feliks.] I just don't have time to keep track of all of Fai's stupid boyfriends. Put my computer back, asshole.

[niepokonany]

Yeah, you know, I really don't feel like it? I'll do it later.

[Even though turning it back is literally just a matter of stopping affecting it.]

And news flash, just 'cause people care about each other doesn't mean it's like that! We're not boyfriends, we never have been.

[And no, shut up, that doesn't hurt every time he has to say it. Which is a lot.]

[il_tipo_sorto]

[He's annoyed at first, but wait - that's new information. He suddenly gains a smug look.]

You're tellin' me you've known him all this time and still haven't hit that? Damn... and here I thought for a second I'd be the saddest sap around.

[Admittedly he's just teasing to see if he gets a reaction.]

[niepokonany]

[It touches a nerve, but Feliks is used to it; there's no more than a hint of exasperation in the false boredom of his voice.]

Who says he just hooks up with people he dates, and who says I want to anyway? We're best friends, it's not like that.

[Whatever literally anyone who sees them together thinks.]

[il_tipo_sorto]

[...Well, that's a boring reaction.]

So are you sayin' you just wanna fuck him with no strings attached? 'Cause hell, you don't need my permission. Never needed to be in here to start with.

[He's rather annoyed that he hasn't gotten a rise out of him yet, but he can wait.]

A

[garganteren]

[When he checks his responses, Lovino will find himself facing the image of a glowering 14 year old.]

I'm in your drawing class, but so you know, I'm not coming.

[Eren feels torn on the matter, because on one hand, he would really like to be able to draw, but on the other, he is protesting the administration's unfair practices! So going to drawing class would be a betrayal of his ideals!

But at the same time, drawing is just art, and it's not as if he can be brainwashed into believing the mutant agenda in drawing class, right?

Right.

But... he's still probably not going, so he is going to inform Lovino of this as part of his protest.]

I'm protesting.

[il_tipo_sorto]

...Then why the fuck did you sign up for it?

[Right off the bat, Lovi decides this kid is annoying. But on the other hand... the "I'm protesting" comment piques his curiosity. Something about this kid is so terribly... familiar.

Probably because this is the exact attitude he had when he went to school here.]

If you're waitin' for me to beg you to come, you can forget that right now. I honestly don't give a shit, it's your loss.

[garganteren]

I didn't sign up. They put me in classes, even though I told them I'm not going.

[He folds his arms over his chest.]

No, I'm not waiting for anything. I was telling you. This is a protest, and there's no point in protesting if you don't tell people about it! I'm here against my will, and nothing anyone says can change my mind.

[il_tipo_sorto]

[....At first he's half-listening, but wait, no, he really doesn't like what this kid is saying.]

The hell are you protesting against, free food and protection? A roof over your head? You realize how much money the old man spends keepin' shitstains like you cooped up in this joint? It's not a protest if there ain't no actual problem, smartass.

[garganteren]

What I'm protesting is the fact that I'm being kept here instead of being allowed to go back home to my family where I belong! I don't belong here.

The professor can take his money back! I don't want him to spend it on me! I wouldn't even eat his food if I could help it! I'll pay him back if I get enough money!

[Paying someone back doesn't sound like the best revenge plan, but Eren is agitated, and he's not thinking clearly. He's been agitated a lot lately. But he's never threatened violence toward the staff or the other students. Which is part of the reason he's allowed to roam freely on campus.]

I don't agree with him or the mutant agenda!

[il_tipo_sorto]

"Mutant agenda"...?

[He's just.... staring.]

You're a fuckin' idiot. A complete fuckin' idiot. You know that? He don't need your money, it sure ain't gonna hurt him. And in case you didn't notice, you're a mutant. That "mutant agenda" is you gettin' civil rights. Rights like not gettin' killed on a whim or kept against your will. Sounds good, right?

Why the fuck ain't you with your family, anyway, they ship you off?

[garganteren]

Mutants already have civil rights. They're asking for special rights and protections under the law. Mutants are the ones violating my civil rights right now.

You're the one who said he was spending so much money on us. I don't want any mutant's money, so I'll give it back. I don't need it, I can fend for myself if I have to.

[In the midst of all this aggression, he's quiet for a moment.]

No, they didn't. I was kidnapped.

[il_tipo_sorto]

Yeah, you try fendin' for yourself when people'll try cuttin' you up, robbin' you or worse just for bein' a mutant. That'll work out real well, trust me.

[Seriously, he learned from experience.]

Kidnapped? The fuck for?

[Xavier has plenty of kids around here, what's he need another one for?]