This may come as a shock to some of you, but I actually like Yuri. Yeah, almost as much as I like Yaoi. This is kinda spurr of the moment thing, and kind of a way to show that I can write non-het with the Nyotalia girls. Who are my victims, I mean characters this time? Spain and Romano, obviously.

For the record, Fem!Spain=Anita, since that is a popular female name in Spain.

Lovina was not happy. Not in the slightest, and the young woman expressed this in the only way that she knew how. By literarily tearing her room apart and going off to sulk on her bed. The mere idea angered her; where did her parents get off, setting her up for an arranged marriage without her consent? She wasn't some pretty piece of jewelry that could be sold off to the highest bidder, she was a human being! A human being belonging to a rather privileged, aristocratic family, but a human none the less! Feliciano got to choose whoever he married, but that was because he was a man. Lovino was a woman, and therefore had to wait around until her parents found some shmuck they could marry their daughter off to in order to increase their own social status. In Feliciano's case it wasn't as important because he was the second born, and therefore had the ability to marry whomever he pleased. Which he did almost instantly after the local seamstress and childhood friend of his, Louise Beilschmidt, came of age.

Lovina frowned at the memory of Feliciano's bride-to-be, something about her just rubbed the brunette the wrong way. Her overly perfect pale skin, flawless mid-back length blonde hair, amazingly crystal blue eyes, her tall perfectly proportioned body and her rather… supple chest. And of course their parents instantly fell in love with her because she was "so" well mannered, and polite and humble and all that bullshit that the Duke and Duchess ate up. Oh, and apparently she could also bake. How very precious.

Gag her with a spoon.

And then of course there was Lovina, it was her duty to marry some stick-up-his-ass noble, have sex, pop out a kid or two, then waste the rest of her life being nothing more than a little doll. The mere idea of it made her cringe, it certainly didn't help that she didn't even know who she was supposed to marry, her father had just walked up to her and told her,

"You're getting married to So-and-so whether you like it or not." (Lovina didn't even want to remember what name her father had spouted out)

Her fuming was interrupted suddenly when she heard her door open, without anyone knocking. That didn't help her mood at the moment, and she turned to glare at whoever had walked into her room without her permission.

"Damn, you really went berserk in here," Maria commented as she nudged the remains of a porcelain figure with her foot. Lovina growled lightly at the woman.

Maria Beilschmidt, Louise's older sister was almost completely the opposite. Maria was loud, obnoxious, sarcastic and had a strange affinity for saying how "awesome" she was. Basically, everything that the brunette's high-strung parents detested. She was also a rather odd-looking specimen; cropped silver-white hair that just barely reached her jawline skinny but not at all very curvy, piercing crimson colored eyes and, to top it all off, dressed in the clothes of a man, a white dress shirt, brown slacks and a brown suit vest, topped off with a matching brown newsboy cap.

"What do you think you're doing here?" Lovina demanded hotly, crossing her arms and narrowing her eyes at the albino.

"Well, at the moment, I'm looking around at the damage you've done. I have to say, I'm impressed. I never thought a scrawny girl like you had it in her."

"Not that, dumbass!" Lovina shouted, breaking the other women off from her tangent. "Why are you in my manor?"

"Oh, that. Well, Feliciano came skipping into the shop-literally skipping-and asked Louise to visit him today, he invited me too because, of course, I'm awesome. Buuuuut," Maria clicked her tongue and pressed the tips of her fingers together, "they're off making googly eyes with each other somewhere, and I don't really like having two prissy nobles try and stare holes into my body. So I came to see you!" Maria explained, bounding over and flopping down on Lovina's bed like she owned it, running her fingers across the brim of her cap in some sort of mock salute.

"Why don't you go home then?" Lovina asked through grit teeth, if possible Maria rubbed the noblewoman the wrong way even more than Louise, although for much more conventional reasons.

"That would be boring." Maria said with a flick of her wrist, "plus I've got some advice for you."

"I don't want it."

"Too bad. Anyway, I heard that you became betrothed to some asshole today, and I have a way you can easily get off the hook."

"How?" Lovina asked, cursing under her breath when her inquiry sounded almost desperate.

"I'll tell you if you say 'please'." Maria replied, brushing off some invisible dust off the front of her vest, as the brunette's mouth fell open in a rather un-ladylike manner.

"You have got to be fucking kidding."

"Nnnnnnope. Say please and I'll tell you~ it worked for me!" The albino claimed, pointing a thumb at herself and nodding sagely.

"…Please tell me your stupid way how."

"Ah-ah-ah, I want sincerity little mistress, not like you're about ready to bite my head off."

"Fine! I beseech you, please tell me how. Satisfied?" Lovina asked, trying her very hardest to not wring the annoying albino's neck right then and there. That know-it-all grin that Maria had on her face didn't help much either. She snickered and patted Lovina's head

"Good girl! Okay, my way is very, very simple." Maria looked around suspiciously then gestured the other girl closer with a finger like she was suddenly paranoid that someone would barge in unannounced or was listening out in the hall. Despite how stupid Maria was being Lovina leaned in anyway, and the silverette paused for what seemed just to be dramatic effect before responding. "Burn you dresses and corsets, start wearing men's clothes, cut your hair off and start showing interest in other girls." With that "sagely" piece of advice Maria leaned back crossing her arms over her chest and looking at the shocked girl smugly. "Awesome plan, huh?"

Lovina on the other hand, actually finding herself liking where the plan was going once the suggestion to burn all the dresses and corsets was said, quickly found herself liking the plan less and less. She wasn't going to cut her hair off! Wear men's clothes… maybe, but express interest in girls?

"That's disgusting!" Lovina blurted out, wiggling away from Maria like she was suddenly afraid the albino had come to molest her. "Was this some plan for you to get under my skirts or something?" The brunette accused harshly, instantly regretting saying anything when that stupid grin of Maria's widened and she started crawling closer, soon having the other girl pinned up against the headboard, hovering over her with her knee much to close to that area between her thighs.

"Only if you want it to be~" Maria replied silkily, before bursting out in uproarious laughter. "As if! Oh God, you should see your face!" She fell back onto the mattress, laughing like she was mad (she probably was, on reflection), she didn't even mind it when Lovina managed to kick her off the bed. "Oh man, hahahaha. Besides, you are far from my type sweetheart." The silverette continued, folding her arms on the mattress and putting her chin on top of them.

"Do I even want to know what your type is?" Lovina sneered, trying to fight off the blush that she felt burning across her face and ears.

"They have to be cute for one, which you are not. I prefer girls to not be ready to claw my face off when she's on her period, and of course they have to have a nice chest. Soft, round, perfectly shaped, the type that you can knead and-"

"I don't want to know!" Lovina yelled, but Maria only grinned and leaned up, whispering to the girl lowly.

"-suck." With that the albino got up and dashed out of the room, throwing the door open and cackling like some sort of wicked witch while somehow dodging what was being thrown at her, which was everything else Lovina could get her hands on. Lovina growled and went over to the door, slamming it shut with much more force than was needed. Leave it to one of that blonde bitch's relatives to make the brunette even more pissed off. With a huff Lovina turned on her heel and (stomped) walked over back to her bed, passing the full length mirror that had, by some miracle, not shattered during Lovina's first rampage. She studied herself for a moment, shoulder-blade length, wavy dark auburn hair, pangs stylishly brushed off to the side, hazel-green eyes that were still burning with anger. Offhanded she twirled a strand of hair around her finger and wondered what it would look like if she did crop it. Lovina grimaced at the thought; there was no way she was considering going through with part of Maria's plan. Never in a thousand years.