Monday, September 30, 2013

Wingtalia: Lovino Vargas (Rio twist) Part 1

(I know I've already done him once, but I found this Tumblr and I couldn't help it. Especially when it says he can't fly/fly well)
 
 
 
He never really got the chance to learn how to fly, actually scratch that...he had the chance to , he was just to terrified during that chance TO fly. Antonio had took it upon himself when he found the little boy to raise him up as best as he could. During that process, though, he kind of babied him.
 
And, yet, the two of them were going over to America. Antonio had told him amongst 'their' ride that they were heading over there to meet the American about a few trade issues, but Lovino knew better. He had overheard both of them that night that their rightful plan was to pair him up with Alfred's sister, who rightfully was the only woman who might consider a flightless being.
 
But what if she didn't.
 
Lovino tried to calm himself as his heart speed up with worry. Most girls who he came across would ignore him for the simple fact that he couldn't even use the items attached to his bare tanned back.  How would this girl be any different?
 
They walked along the streets of what Antonio said was New Orleans. Mardi Gras was happening in three days, so the streets were filled with noises and sounds, as well as multiple people trying to suck poor tourists in. A few of them almost pulled the Italian in himself.
 
He felt a hand upon his shoulder, causing him to turn his head to meet the tanner Spaniard. A smile was painted upon his face as he explained on how he was going to grab something quick for them to eat and would be back. The tempered Italian huffed out a grunt, signaling for the man to leave.
 
As soon as the man was out of his sight, Lovino looked around to get a better idea about the town he was in. The normally filled with stores and only a few people, were now littered with entire families who search high and low for a good time. He froze slightly and glanced over his shoulder slowly when he heard the sounds coming from there.
 
To find two other countries there.
 
"Hey hey hey, a new face," called one, his black hair was in a ponytail and upon his head was a headband.
 
"Funny, he doesn't look like one," the other one called softly, the downward slopped curl bouncing slightly.
 
"I-I don't," Lovino asked. This reaction caused the two males to shake their heads.
 
"Nah, you look like you fit here more than other tourists we've seen," the darker one spoke up again before holding out his hand, "I'm Pedro, the representation of Cuba. This," he points to the smaller, blond one, "Is Matthew, he's the representation of Canada." Lovino sent a nod his way.
 
"So, are you here for Mardi Gras," Matthew asked, a smile growing upon his lips as he awaited the man's answer.
 
"Uh, actually, I'm here to meet," Lovino bit his lip slightly, rethinking before abruptly saying, "a-a girl."
 
"Aaah a girl~," Pedro cooed, nudging the Italian slightly, "Just a little hint, you make the first move. I heard southern Ladies respond best to confidence. Don't be like Mattie here, go out, puff out your chest, be the man all girls want!"
 
"O-okay I'll keep that in mind," Lovino told the two, "Now if you excuse me, I'm trying to get a bit of peace before meeting her."
 
"Yeah we got it," the Cuban said as he and the Canadian started leaving, "Remember, Confidence!" With that last statement, his two new 'friends' left, leaving him there alone.
 
Not for long though.
 
"Hey Lovi," the Spaniard said handing the Italian some food, "Who's your friends?" Lovino couldn't help but scowl at the elder man, pulling out his food before taking a bite.
 
"Shut up, you bastard."
 
 
 
They slowly entered the building of the pronounced Alfred Jones, nodding softly to the man who had answered the door. As if that American's ego wasn't big enough, he had a house to match it. Their feet shuffled slightly as they walked the long halls trying to find the man they were here for.
 
Lovino turned his head slightly as they passed buy each door. The rooms themselves were big enough to hold the necessities that anyone would need for a daily life...and a good portion of them were full. He saw that German bastard sitting upon one of the beds, his open wing folded against his body while the other was being examined, a portion of it covered by bandages.
 
Another one held a small little girl, who's wing was bent in an odd angle. The worker with her told her she wouldn't be able to fly till later than everyone else, but at least she'd be willing to. The smaller being nodded slightly before stretching, moving her wings slightly in the process. Someone in front of him cleared their throat, causing him to snap away from his data collecting and over to the being it originated from.
 
It was Alfred.
 
A smile was spread across his normally burger stuffed lips, his blue eyes filled with happiness. He grabbed ahold of Antonio's hand and shook it greatly.
 
"Bout time dude, I was afraid you two weren't going to show," he announced, the Spaniard in turn was smiling.
 
"Not possible," Antonio replied, "If I am to do the right thing for Lovino then I need to finish what I've started."
 
"Ah, so I recall," the American said, smiling wider as he turned and gestured them to follow him, "You called me on your way here stating that he found out when we first talked." Lovino couldn't help but roll his eyes. They were treating him like a child, and he hated it.
 
"Yeah well," Antonio continued as they walked through the biggest room of the building, which was holding multiple beings like themselves, "it happens."
 
"What exactly is it your doing here," Lovino spoke up, his gaze glued to a few workers attending a coughing man. He could hear Alfred chuckle.
 
"Well, I figured it would be a good idea for beings like us if we opened up a clinic," he explained, his feathers puffing out in self pride, "Regular clinics don't understand our complete body structure and vets are still a bit to harsh. So, with a help of one of their own, this is a place beings like us can come to get fixed up....I'm glad you're willing to meet Sasha." He changed the subject suddenly.
 
"And what's wrong with your sister," Lovino asked, a bit worried they were pairing him up with a sickly weak woman. He watched as Alfred rubbed the back of his neck.
 
"Well, my sister a little, um, thick headed and spirited," he said a bit worried, "She's the representation of the Union and ever since we agreed on terms to keep her alive, she's been a bit more," he put a hand onto the back of a blond haired man, "Feisty."
 
"OWOW," the man howled, jumping away from the American before turning his head to them. Lovino couldn't help but gasp. It was the French man, but his face was scratched up multiple times, as well as his wings were missing multiple feathers.
 
"Right Francis," the American asked the man after he calmed down. Francis nodded, wincing slightly when his wings fluttered slightly.
 
"I'll say," he grumbled, "I'm glad you gave her a room to herself."
 
"S-she did that," Lovino asked, his heart shaking greatly, "Ah, haha...I don't know about this anymore."
 
"Oh, don't worry," Alfred said, slowly walking to him, placing a hand on his shoulder as he smiled, "I'm going to make you look irresistible."
 
Lovino growled as he looked at his reflection in the mirror. He looked like a southern inbred, he hated it. When he was sure that Alfred was gone, he threw the cowboy hat upon his head away and run a hand across his head, messing the neatly brushed hair back to how he had it.
 
He stripped himself of the outter shirt, felling just comfortable in the bigger wife beater. He sighed as he found the courage to finally look around the room. The light seemed to be darker than any other room he had ever been into. The smell of apples seemed to surround all corners of the area, it was almost as if the woman took what was outside and brought it into the room.
 
A sudden slam of a door caused him to jump. He tried desperately to look around, dilate his pupils, anything to see if it was the woman also within the room or someone else. He heart started beating through his chest when he couldn't do anything.
 
"H-hello," he called softly, "I-I come in peace." He slowly walked forward, carefully watching where he stepped. Another sound made his head snap at least toward the direction of where it originated. That's when he saw her.
 
Brilliant yellow hair which was tied up in a ponytail, her wings matching. Her eyes are a bright brilliant blue as she looks down at him. Man, he just couldn't believe how beautiful she was, she couldn't be as feisty as they said. Actually, she was...
 
Getting really, really CLOSE!
 
Lovino let out a slightly scream as the body collided with his. Their bodies rolled across the ground until the woman got him upon his back, her hands holding his arms across his neck and pushing down enough to choke him. Her legs were straddled across his stomach, keeping him down.
 
"Who are you and what are you doing here," she screamed threatening to press his arms harder upon his neck.
 
"Sto Lovino e io sono qui per un favore a tuo fratello!" the Italian screamed his language in utter terror.
 
"What," the woman asked, confusion written on her face.
 
"I'm Lovino and I'm here on a favor for your brother," he spoke quickly, doing anything to get the woman to stop the pressure.
 
"Oh, you do speak English," she said, quickly getting off and helping the poor man up. She walked around and examined him as Lovino coughed a bit.
 
"Thanks," he said sarcastically, "I do need my throat for breathing." She took another lap around him before getting a bit closer.
 
"You look similar to me," she stated softly before grabbing his hand, causing Lovino's cheek to heat up, "Come on let's go!"
 
"I-um, alright," he stated slightly as suddenly, she busted upwards in flight to land upon the banisters, room enough for her to sit up on them as she looked at a wall. Lovino took a breath to calm his frazzled nerves. His gaze looked around until he found a ladder leading up to where she was. "Confidence, don't be like Matthew."
 
"Now he-," the woman froze when she saw the man leaning in to her, causing her to lean back and him falling onto her chest. He felt his face turn redder. "What are you doing?!"
 
"W-what you wanted me to do," he said slightly, backing up quickly, his wings rubbing against the ceiling, "B-but, for arguments sake, what are you doing?"
 
"I'm trying to escape," she hissed, pulling back the flag upon the wall to reveal the work of a hole on the wall.
 
"Y-yeah," the man replied embarrassed, "T-that's what I was doing to.."
 
"Woah woah woah, did you actually think we were going to kiss," the woman turned to him and screamed, her wings puffing out making her seem bigger and more threatening, "We just met!"
 
What these two didn't know was, as their fighting grew, that two figures had a plan to try and move it along.
 
"I-I know how my feathers look but I'm not that kind of being," as if on cue, the lights turned down even lower as a love song started playing, "Okay I had nothing to do with that! Even though, you got to admit...It's a pretty good song."
 
Before the male could even utter a line though, the woman jumped him, hands extended to push him off the banister and causing them to fall towards the floor. The cushion of the clothes upon the floor breaking their fall. Lovino helped the woman up and twirled her slightly as he tried to grab her when she started to fall.
 
It looked like it was going well from were the two beings were, so they left, but when they weren't watching it anymore, the truth was filling out behind them. The female scaring the male into begging at the camera for help.
 
 It had to be hours since either Alfred or Antonio had actually talked to him. He was starting to believe that they were just planning his doom instead of having him meet a girl. He pulled the blanket further over his head as the damned banging continued.
 
"Excuse me," he called angrily when the noise didn't seem to stop, "I'm trying to sleep."
 
"Aww I'm sorry sleepyhead," the woman sarcastically cooed as she turned to him from her work, placing the hammer down onto the beam, "but I'm trying to escape!"
 
"Why," the Italian asked sitting up, "This room is pretty cool."
 
"This room?! Oh," she chuckled half-heartedly, "I wouldn't expect a baby to understand."
 
"I'm not a baby," he replied angrily, puffing his cheeks out slightly, "By this time tomorrow Antonio will come in and take me back home."
 
"Wow," the woman said as she flied down to him, "You'd rather be with a stupid annoying Spaniard than another southern part of a country."
 
"Well that Spaniard, even though he is annoying," the man said gripping his blanket, "gave me love and compassion for years while another southern portion of a country tried to strangle me within a few mere minutes!" He threw it over his head as he continued listening, a slight angered growl being heard.
 
"Yeah well, those full countries have torn apart everything I've ever known," the woman hissed, "You can't trust them!" Her head snapped up when she heard something, quickly upon her wings as she disappeared.
 
"Of course you can trust the full countries," he replied pulling the blanket back off to see her, only to hear her slightly cry out, "Sasha?" His gaze looked around the dark room as he desperately tried to find the slight 'stranger' he had just knew before he was met with a figure.
 
"Hey," he called up, only to be silenced when a rag draped across his mouth.
 
 
 
 
Darkness inviting him into its sweet embrace.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
(End of part 1! Romano's a bit OOC but I don't care!! I just gave Cuba the name I did because no matter what I looked up, I couldn't find it, so there! If you know his human name please tell me! Thank ya!)

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