Hey! So this will just be a quick introduction chapter. Consider this snippet as a prologue to the story. THIS FRIDAY I will be uploading chapter two :) So yeah, enjoy, this story's going to be pretty wild!

Head bowed and eyes averted to the ground, Lovina fumbled to open her locker. This is what she always did. Day after day. Month after month. And year after year. Slowly fading away and crippling under the weight of the demeaning and debilitating nature of the prison that she had been confined to; otherwise known as Hetalia High. She was in her junior year, so most of her bullies had already graduated, but every now and then Lovina would hear the odd spiteful comment whenever she walked, correction, stomped through the hallways.

Lovina already knew what people thought of her. And worse of all she also knew that they always compared her to her top notch, perfectionist air head of a sister, Feli. Her sorella was the captain of the cheer leading squad, and her boyfriend, Ludwig, was the captain of the football team. So God forbid if Lovina didn't fit into the tight, conformist soul sucking role of the side kick. Because that's what she was. The bitchy side kick that no one liked. The person that no one cared to talk to. But it didn't matter in the end. All the attention would be directed towards the school's it couple anyways.

After a moment of struggling with her lock, Lovina finally managed to open her locker. Too bad too as a pile of books had just come crashing down onto her head. Lovina hit the floor. And hard at that. Blushing, Lovina scrambled to pick up her books. She could hear the snickers of everyone in the hallway. They were all laughing and cupping their disgusting hands to their mouths. They were pointing towards the class freak. And, of course, no one bothered to help her either. Lovina tended to snap at anyone who was brave enough to speak to her, so she did it all to herself, really.

Lovina stood up and stretched on her toes. She was struggling to place her books onto the top shelf of her locker. Unfortunately her arms fell short a few inches and she wasn't quite able to reach it. Once more, she heard the echo of stifled snickers around her. Didn't those bastards have anything better to do? Just when she was about to turn around and give her tormentors a run for their money, Lovina felt someone tap her on the shoulder. "Um, you forgot this book," a green eyed boy with a mop of curly brown hair smiled at her.

Lovina scowled. "Thanks," she said dryly, grumbling as she snatched the math textbook from his hand. Lovina turned around to grab the rest of her books. But something about that boy didn't sit right with her. Why was he smiling at her? No one smiled at her, let alone made any effort to speak to her. Everyone avoided her as if she was the plague incarnated. So why pay attention to her now?

A faint blush formed on Lovina's cheeks which only made her angrier. It infuriated her that she had let someone affect her in such a way. She didn't like relying on others as she firmly believed that any form of attachment was a weakness that would only result in more pain.

"Your name's Lovina, right?" Lovina, who had crouched over to grab a book from the lower shelf of her locker, stood up abruptly. The Italian narrowly avoided banging her head against the top shelf of the locker. Damnit. Why did he have to startle her like that?!

The bastard was still standing behind her. He smirked at her with a lopsided grin on his face. The boy held out a hand for her take. Lovina reluctantly took it. She rubbed her sore head and straightened her posture. "Yeah, what about it?" she snapped.

The boy simply shrugged. "Nothing really. It's just a pretty name." That comment sent Lovina spinning. Gritting her teeth, Lovina slammed her locker shut. She spun on her heels and started to trudge down the other end of the hallway. The boy was just teasing her. Patronizing her. Treating her as if she was merely the punchline of some sick and twisted joke.

"Wait! I'm sorry! Did I say something to upset you?" the boy cried as he ran after her. Lovina quickened her pace. This bastard was relentless.

"Everything's wrong!" she spat. Lovina stopped walking, and much to her own chagrin, the boy collided right into her. Lovina gasped when the boy's arms wrapped around her waist. With wide eyes, they both lost their footing. They fell to the ground with an ungraceful and unforgiving smack.

Lovina now found herself pinned underneath the boy's stomach. Her heart clambered in her chest. She swallowed nervously. Hesitant hazel eyes flickered around the hallway. People had already started to gather and stare. For once in her life, Lovina wanted to escape from the spotlight that had how now been cast onto her. "Get off of me!" she screeched. The Italian's face was red and hot with embarrassment. Just great. Another shitty day in the shitty life of Lovina Vargas! God must have gotten a kick out of puppeteering her train wreck of a life.

The boy was quick to scramble off of her. "I'm so sorry! Are you OK?!" He apologized. Lovina winced when a sharp whistle echoed across the hallway. Their audience had grown. In other words, they had come to ogle at her quirks and tease her for being a gloriously imperfect outcast.

Lovina ignored the hand that the boy held out for her. Helping her once was more than enough. She could stand up on her own, thank you very much. The Italian scoffed when she brushed off the dirt from her elbow. "Whatever," she muttered. "I'm already used to this anyways."

"CAREFUL TONI! SHE MIGHT BITE YOU!" Lovina shied under the boy's skeptical gaze. He cocked his head to the side questioningly. Lovina shuffled her feet. If possible, the situation had become even more awkward.

"I'm not the most popular bitch in school," she explained.

A look of understanding crossed over Toni's face. He turned to face the person who had spoken out. "Last time I checked Gilbert, the only thing that bites is your shitty attitude," he growled. Lovina blinked a few times before a shocking sort of realization dawned on her. Someone had just just stood up for her.

Lovina felt numb, and it was only until she heard a high pitched squeal of worry, that she snapped back into reality. "Sorella! Are you OK? What happened?!" Feli pushed her way through the crowd, and soon enough, Lovina found herself trapped in a crushing embrace.

Looks were deceiving, and although Feli had a thin and delicate body, she had the grip of a sumo wrestler on steroids. Lovina stifled a gag when her eyes latched onto her sorella's outfit. Feli's pink mini skirt was so short that you could see the outline of her pasta themed underwear. The top of her outfit was no better either. Feli's white camisole tank top hugged her chest in an overtly provocative manner.

Slut alert, anyone?

After a moment of shaking Lovina senseless, and pretend weeping, as she was in the presence of others, Feli pulled away from the hug. Feli's eyes watered with fake tears of sympathy.

"Vina! Talk to me!" she whimpered.

Lovina rolled her eyes. She wasn't going to give these bastards a spectacle to watch. And for fucks sakes did her sorella have to dramatize everything? "I'm fine Feli," Lovina shrugged off the hand that Feli had placed onto her shoulder. "Now move. I have a class to get to." Oh great. Her voice had just cracked. Of all times, she just had to choose now to get all emotional. Lovina ignored the hurt look that Feli gave her. It was all for pretend anyways.

Toni cleared his throat. Lovina span around and blushed. She had completely forgotten about him. "Well," Lovina crossed her arms into a defiant stance. "Thanks, I guess," she huffed out in an angry sounding grumble. "And stay away from me if you can. You're better off if you do."

And with that, Lovina spun on her heels and stomped off to class. Toni smiled as he watched her flash the middle finger to the group of guys who had whistled and hollered after her.

"TOTALLY UNAWESOME!" Gilbert pouted to himself.

The Spaniard was intrigued by the Italian. He found her to be refreshingly different. She was spunky and independent. Wild even. And quite frankly, Toni was very attracted to her. The fluttering in his chest told him all that he needed to know.

"Well, Lovina. I don't think that I can live up to those expectations."