UNF, LOOK WHO'S BACK! I know it's been far too long, but I legitimately have an excuse! My phone line went down in June, and I was without internet for nearly EIGHT MONTHS! It was fucking ridiculous!

So yeah, finally can start with this stuff again. I warn you though, I don't have nearly as much time as I have in the past. Graduation fast approaches and the teachers are piling on the work for us Universitybound teenagers.

Also, I have a Tumblr now! I'm not a very interesting person, but if you're interested you can find me at:

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Baby why you wanna cry?
You really oughta know that I
Just have to walk away sometimes

We're gonna do what lovers do
We're gonna have a fight or two
But I ain't ever changing my mind

Crazy girl, don't you know that I love you?
I wouldn't dream of going nowhere
Silly woman come here let me hold you
Have I told you lately I love you like crazy, girl?

-Eli Young Band

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Okay, maybe, just maybe, Lovina could admit to being into girls. But just a little bit! It was getting fucking ridiculous trying to coach herself out of staring whenever an attractive chick walked by at school. It was going to be the death of her, she swore.

"What's wrong, Lovi?" Felicia asked, propping her head up on her hands as she lounged at the end of Lovina's bed, "It's the weekend; you should be excited!"

"Go away," Lovina muttered, trying to kick her sister off of the bed, "We went through this yesterday! We are at a boarding school half the freakin' world away from Italy. Even if I was remotely interested in hanging out with you, there'd be nothing to do in this place!"

"But…but!" Felicia bounced up and down, "We could still do something before we have to go back to classes tomorrow! Why don't you call Anita, and we can all do something together?"

Lovina bit her lip, smothering her face into her pillow. Like hell if she was going to call Anita, of all people, to hang out with. She had a hard enough time keeping her wits about her during the week; she didn't need to add to that stress!

And fuck it all, now she was blushing! She didn't even like Anita like that! Sure, she might find her body to be hot as hell (goddamnit, her face felt like it was on fire!), but Anita's personality was like dealing with a five-year old! A really, really hot five-year old!

…that was possibly the most disturbing way she could have stated that.

"Hellooooo, earth to Loviiiinnaa~!" Felicia cooed in Lovina's ear, making her flinch, "Come on, let's call Anita!"

"W-why the hell are you so pushy?" Lovina fumed, shoving the pillow into her sister's face instead, "What about your hulking Nazi? Normally you'd be foaming at the mouth to get that bitch over here."

"I told you yesterday, Lovi!" Felicia's voice was muffled by the downy softness of the pillow, "Lucy and her sister left Friday night for a family reunion! She's not gonna be back until later."

Oh, right. That freaky albino German dyke had mentioned something about that on Thursday, hadn't she? Still, she didn't want to let Felicia know that she knew Lucille's sister; god forbid, she might think they would get along.

Which was a total fucking lie. Maybe. Okay, Gillian was a Defcon-4 Level Psycho Bitch, but out of everyone she'd met at Hetalia so far…well, how sad was it that it was a German that she'd had the best conversation with?

"I'm texting her!"

"WHAT?" Lovina spat, turning her attention beck to Felicia, to see that the redhead had somehow swiped her phone from the nightstand and was tapping away on the keyboard, "Give that back!"

"Nuh-uh!" Felicia held the phone over her head, hitting the send button, "Ve, Lovi, what's so wrong with Anita coming over?"

"I-I…" Lovina stuttered, crossing her arms in a huff, "Nothing, you retard! Why the fuck do you think I have a problem with it?" Oh, the wonders of Extreme Denial.

"Well, you just seemed really mad that I invited her over…" Felicia pouted, "Lovviiiii, why are you always so mean?"

"Because I'm the motherfucking Queen Bitch; get over it!" she growled, mentally berating herself for being so horrible to her little sister; it wasn't like it was Felicia's fault. Still, if Anita came over, it would be just her, Lovina, and Felicia, and it was awkward enough trying to keep her thoughts to herself during school!

The highest priority in her mind was making absolutely sure that Felicia had no clue what was going on. It was embarrassing enough just admitting to herself that she MIGHT be gay, but if Felicia found out? She could just picture it now: Felicia's cute little confused expression as it clicked into place that her older twin, who she was supposed to look up to, was a freakin' anomaly of nature. It went against their Catholic upbringing, damnit!

Lovina's phone vibrated, and she snatched it back from Felicia.

Kk guys im on my way down now. i had to get dressed XP

Well, fuck it all.

Then there was knocking at the door. What, did she jump down the flights of stairs instead of walking like a fucking normal person?

"I'll get it!" Felicia cheered, jumping off of the bed and out of Lovina's room. What the hell was she even doing in there in the fist place?

Lovina hopped off of the bed too, leaving the room and shutting the door behind her. It was too embarrassing to think of Anita being in her room; never mind the fact that Lovina had already been in Anita's.

"Good morning, Loviii~!" Anita must've had a fucking homing missile on her, because the very second she turned around, she got a Spaniard in her face, choking the life out of her. She really should've been used to those hugs by now.

"Goddamnit Anita!" Lovina scowled, trying in vain to push the taller girl off, "Don't fucking call me that!"

"But it's so cute~!" Anita cooed, pulling away so that she could pinch Lovina's cheeks like a fucking baby. Her face flushed bright red, and Anita made a really fucking weird noise at the sight. The closest thing Lovina could think of to describe it was "Buhyooo."

"Off!" Lovina ordered, slapping Anita's hands away from her face, "Stop being such a creeper!"

"Lovi, you're being mean again!" Felicia pouted, jumping into view. Lovina almost shouted at her to stop using that stupid nickname, before remembering that it was Felicia's nickname for her after all…

"I'm not being mean, Feli, I'm being a fucking rational human being!" Lovina retorted.

Felicia's expression was a mix of disappointment and expectancy. Seriously, Lovina could have taken a picture and put it under the caption, 'Son, I am disappoint.'

"Fine, fine," she sighed, "I'm sorry, alright? Is that better?"

"Ve, thank you Lovi!" Felicia smiled that too-fucking-happy smile.

"It's okay Lovi," Anita said, again with the stupid nickname, "I don't think you were being mean; I know you didn't mean it."

Lovina frowned. How the hell could Anita know whether she meant it or not? Overlooking the fact that she didn't mean most of the things she said on a daily basis, but she couldn't help herself. It was just the way she spoke.

"Whatever," was her comeback of champions, "What the fuck are we gonna do now?"

"We can play a board game!" Felicia exclaimed, already running into another room to grab a game.

"What, no! You only ever pick fucking Pictionary, and we've only got three people, idiot!" Lovina yelled after her, even though she knew it wouldn't make a difference.

And sure enough, Felicia returned with that innocent looking Pictionary board that had been the bane of most of Lovina's childhood.

Fucking Sundays, man.

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Well, as the day progressed, Lovina found out firsthand that Anita's drawing skills only extended to stick figures and flowers. Needless to say, the game of Pictionary was not her idea of fun.

Lovina herself was pretty good with drawing. Not as good as her art-prodigy sister, damnit, but pretty close.

But this was no excuse for the game to drag on for Three Fucking Hours.

Thankfully, just as the clock was reaching 2:30 in the afternoon, the Horsemen arrived on their thundering steeds and fucking tore the entire condominium down in their arrival.

Fucking over exaggeration, but that's what it felt like. In reality, the Horsemen were none other than Lucille and Gillian. Mainly Gillian, who had somehow figured out where they lived and had kicked the door open without so much as a single knock.

"Hit the floor, bitches, Lord Awesome is in the building!" the albino crowed, and Lovina found herself wondering how she had ever thought, even just for a minute, that this chick was 'okay'.

Lucille had walked in behind her sister, actually having the decency to look sorry, "Apologies…I didn't know she was going to do that."

"Lucy!" Felicia cried, leaping up and bear-tackling the blonde. Lovina was struck with a sudden sense of nostalgia…it was like a total déjà-vu from when Anita tackled her. She was actually almost sympathetic for the Lebensborn-bitch.

The key word there being almost.

"Gilly, you're back already?" Anita asked, smiling her stupid smile and standing up to hug the albino.

"I convinced Oma to let us take the earlier flight back," Gillian replied, "Didn't want to spent one more fucking minute around Rodrika… and after I made sure to upturn a vase over her and then break it, they were pretty much dying to get me out of the house," her self-satisfied grin reminded Lovina of a fox.

"Your behaviour is not something to brag about," Lucille said sternly, somehow having managed to pry Felicia off of her, "That vase you broke was ancient; worth several hundred Euros that you don't have."

Fuck it all, Lucille was scary enough even when she wasn't angry! Angry bitch was almost enough to make Lovina scream in fear…er, rage!

"Meh, details," Gillian waved her hand flippantly, "And that was so not the point of me gracing you with my awesome presence!"

"There is a point to this torture?" Lovina asked in fake shock.

"Lovi," Felicia pouted, "Be nice!"

"Fat chance," both Lovina and Gillian hissed under their breaths. It was amazing that Felicia didn't hear them.

"Well, what's the point then?" Lovina looked pointedly at Gillian.

The albino grinned, "We're all gonna head over to the Sports Complex and use the rink while no teams are practising!"

"Uh, and when did we decide this?" Lovina retorted.

"Uh, just now," Gillian snorted in the same tone of voice, "'Sides, Felicia'd like to come, wouldn't you?"

"Yes, yes!" Felicia nearly jumped up and down with excitement. Damn that fucking schnitzel-sucking albino; stooping so low as to use Felicia against her! She could never say no to her sister when she was so happy!

"Well then, it's decided!" but damn, Gillian's grin was about to drive Lovina to murder.

"Yeah, Lovi; it'll be fun!" Anita smiled sweetly and Lovina could feel her face heat up just like that. She looked away quickly, but she could still hear Gillian snickering behind her. Damn it all.

"…Fine. Fine," Lovina growled, "But the second that any one of you fucks pushes me over the edge, I'm outta there."

She just couldn't say no to Anita's big, green, puppy-dog eyes.

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"Oh my god Felicia, just let me do it!" Lovina slapped her sister's hands out of the way, doing up the redhead's skates for her, "You'll break your ankle if you don't get them tight enough."

Felicia thanked her sister joyously and blew on her mitt-covered hands to warm them up. The indoor rink at Hetalia wasn't extremely cold, but hey, it was an ice rink in February; pretty damn chilly.

"You're so nice to Feli!" Anita pointed out good-naturedly, sitting down on the bench beside Felicia. The Spaniard had already purchased her skates and tied them on.

"She has a good heart," Felicia smiled, laughing when Lovina pouted. How dare Felicia undermine her badass nature!

"You're done," Lovina said shortly, tying the last knot on her sister's skates. Felicia wiggled her feet around before standing up, stumbling, "Watch it, dammit!"

Anita grabbed Felicia's arm before she could topple over onto Lovina. Apparently, Anita was much more stable on her skates than Felicia, which for some reason surprised Lovina.

"Awesome!" Anita cheered, sounding momentarily like Gillian, "Everyone else is already out on the ice!"

"Joy," Lovina stated dryly, pulling her gloves back on. She and Anita kept firm grips on Felicia's arms as they helped her out of the changeroom and toward the rink.

"Hurry up, losers!" Gillian yelled from the gate, leaning on the Plexiglas door. The albino had a black toque on her head, making her look rather ridiculous.

"Yeah, well fuck you too!" Lovina shot back, trying to speed up, but causing Felicia to stumble a bit. Eventually, though, they reached the ice. Lovina immediately grabbed Felicia a chair to push around; there was no way she was going to be her sister's personal crutch all afternoon.

Thankfully, as soon as she pushed Felicia out onto the ice with the chair, Lucille skated over to help out the younger Italian. The Germans had obviously spent more time on skates than Lovina and Felicia; it was obvious from the way they were gliding around like they could do it in their sleep.

Lovina took a tentative step onto the frozen hellhole. She didn't immediately fall on her ass, much to her relief. However, as soon as both feet were on the slippery surface and she tried to take a step, she was hit with the feeling that she might just break her ankle.

"You don't skate much, Lovi?" Anita asked, leaning on the boards that Lovina had baby-stepped towards to hold onto.

"What would give you that impression?" she growled. She could skate just damn fine…it just took her a while to get used to all of her weight stuck on two tiny blades.

"At least you haven't fallen!" no sooner had the words passed Anita's mouth, than a squeak came from further down the rink, and the girl's heads turned to see Felicia go sliding across the ice from leaning on her chair too hard.

"Be careful!" Lovina called out to her sister. She would have gone over to help, but…well, she's probably end up no better than Felicia. And besides, Lucille was already helping the dazed redhead to her feet.

"Poor Feli," Anita said, one foot slipping out slightly from beneath her. Lovina noticed for the first time that Anita wasn't wearing any gloves, and her knuckles were white from where she hung onto the sideboards.

"Can you even skate?" Lovina asked sceptically.

"Well, kinda?" Anita sounded unsure, "It's been a long time. I used to be alright at it…" she pushed herself away from the boards, gliding a bit before changing to quick steps.

"Fuck. Well, you're better than me," Lovina admitted bitterly, strangely feeling upset with herself for not being able to skate better than Anita.

"You'll learn!"

"What?"

"Come on, Lovi!" Anita held out a hand, which Lovina promptly denied. There was no way she was going to be weak and let herself be helped by someone who could barely skate!

"No, hell no! Back off Anita, I can figure it out on my own!" she said vehemently, steeling herself and baby-stepping away from the boards. So far, so good. Her feet still wobbled uncomfortably on the blades, but she kept herself upright.

"Hey, look, we're not too bad." Anita laughed, misplacing a foot and pinwheeling her arms to stop from falling.

"Laaaame!" Gillian drawled as she glided past them, white hair fanning out from under her hat, "You guys would take all day to cross each blue line!"

"Up yours! How often do you thing I even skate?" Lovina yelled, "Just you watch, fuckass, I'll make it to your stupid line."

Lovina could hear Gillian's cackling laugher as she turned and began half-walking-half-gliding toward the blue line further down the ice. She could also hear the clack of Anita's blades on the ice following her. She rolled her eyes and exhaled violently; of course Anita would follow her.

"Lovi, I don't know if this is such a good idea…" Anita voiced, doing better on her feet than Lovina despite the Italian's determination.

"No, shut up, I'm doing this," Lovina growled, feeling triumphant as she passed over the red and white centre line. Halfway there.

"Oooh, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed!" Gillian remarked, skating backwards beside Lovina. Fucking lesbian show-off bitch.

Naturally, Lovina did the first thing that came to mind. It seemed like a good idea at the time.

Unfortunately, shoving Gillian to the ground had also set Lovina precariously off-balance.

"Lovi, careful!" Anita tried to catch the falling Italian, but only succeeded in getting herself pulled down as well.

Lovina hit the ice hard, on her ass and elbows, Anita landing across her thighs with painful force. Gillian had landed on her stomach, narrowly avoiding smacking her teeth off the ice.

"Oww, fuck was that for, you little retard?" Gillian hissed, rolling onto her butt and gingerly brushing the snow off of her bruised knees.

Lovina would have answered, preferably with something equally as snarky and three times as loud, but the wind hadn't really returned to her lungs since the Spaniard had fallen on her.

Damn that ice was cold.

"Oh my god, are you guys alright?" a new voice called, accompanied by the sound of someone gliding to a graceful stop beside them.

Lovina forced a breath down her throat, glancing up at the new arrival. The girl had shoulder-length blonde hair and glasses that rested over violet eyes. She also had a hockey stick clutched under one arm.

"Fine." Lovina choked out, having her attention stolen from the new girl when Anita started squirming to get off of her legs. Damnit, could the Spaniard not keep her boobs to herself for one day? Lovina felt her face burn red, but didn't trust herself to say anything without stuttering like an idiot.

"Matilda!" Gillian smiled, greeting the blonde girl as she got to her feet, "Didn't think I'd be seeing you here today."

"Oh, h-hi Gillian," the new girl, Matilda, waved shyly.

Lovina saw Gillian smile at the girl—and her jaw almost dropped. While it was true she'd only known Gillian for a few days, she had been sure that there was no setting for that pasty-faced albino other than 'bitch'.

Apparently she had been wrong, because Gillian was suddenly smiling like a normal person. Well, as normal as one could smile with pointy teeth that were barely whiter than her skin.

'Oh my fucking God,' Lovina realised, body freezing up for reasons other than the cold, 'She's flirting with this chick. Ugh, what the actual fuck…?'

She couldn't understand the sense of uncomfortable amazement that was tugging at her.

"Here, you could use a hand, eh?" Matilda held a hand out to help Lovina to her feet. Normally, she would have declined out of pride, but she knew that she would only make a bigger fool of herself by trying to stand on her own.

"…Thanks," Lovina said awkwardly. Matilda also helped Anita to her feet, and the Spaniard immediately threw an arm over Lovina's shoulder.

"Oh, Lovi, I'm so sorry! I didn't hurt you when I fell, did I?" she asked, big green eyes peering at Lovina. She was far too close. Lovina could see how dark her eyelashes were; she'd never known that Anita didn't wear mascara.

Her thoughts caught up with her suddenly, sending her mind back-pedalling, "No, Goddamnit Anita, I'm fine. Get offa me."

Her heart was pounding and she didn't understand it one bit. She loved the terrifying feeling.

Gillian whistled at them, and Lovina shot her the finger. The albino just winked at her. Bitch.

"Are you practicing today?" Gillian directed the question to Matilda, who shrugged.

"Uh, well, not really, no," the girl had an unsure way of speaking, "I was gonna do a bit of cardio today since there's no hockey practice. 'Cause, uh, I didn't think anyone would be out here. No one else really uses the ice, eh?"

Anita chimed in happily, "Ahaha, well, I hope we don't get in your way! Your name is Matilda, sì?"

"Y-yup, Matilda Williams. Most people call me Mattie though," Her bespectacled eyes widened, "Oh, I'm sorry, eh, I never asked for your names!"

"I'm Anita Carriedo!" the sunny brunet smiled, "And this is my friend, Lovina Vargas! It's so nice to meet you!"

Matilda shook both of their hands with the one of hers that wasn't holding her stick, "Are those two with you too?" she gestured to where Lucille was leading Felicia over to sit in the penalty box.

"The dumbass that oughta be wearing a helmet is my sister, Felicia," Lovina rolled her eyes. She still didn't like the way that Lebensborn-bitch had her hands on her sister.

"Tank's my sis," Gillian added, nodding her head toward Lucille, "I know, right? I got all the good genetics!"

Matilda laughed at that, smiling widely. Lovina saw that she was missing her third tooth. Apparently, so did Gillian.

"Whoa man," the albino grinned, "Nice. How'd ya lose that one?"

Matilda snapped her lips shut, but the sound of appreciation in Gillian's voice made her grin right back, exposing the hole where her left cusbid once sat, "Ice fight. First one that actually went long enough for us to get our helmets off. I've got a fake one, but there's really no point wearing it when I'm training, eh?"

Gillian didn't have a chance to reply before Felicia's voice was ringing over the mostly-deserted ice rink.

"Sorellaaaaaaaa, my feet hurt! Come kiss them better!"

Lovina slapped a hand to her forehead, "Fuck me. And my life," she seethed, "Keep your pants on, Feli, I'm coming!"

Matilda giggled, adjusting the hold on her hockey stick, "Well, uh, I'm gonna get started on some laps. Have fun, eh!"

The blonde crouched into a stance and took off down the rink with surprising grace, stick held in one hand.

Gillian whistled appreciatively, "Mmmm, like I said, nice ass."

Lovina hated herself for noticing the same thing.

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I just really love the idea of Canada missing teeth from playing hockey. FUN FACT: I am a HUGE hockey nut. You guys don't even know how many hours a year I watch the NHL.

I understand if you're upset with how long this has been waiting. You don't have to review if you don't want to. In all honesty, I really don't deserve it.

And, as always, to fellow members of the LGBTQ community: COURAGE!