I rushed but Idc. I regret doing this

Fuck.

Today is the day before Valentine's Day, and she doesn't know what to get herself. Thaovy wanders throughout Walmart, trying to search through the aisles for a gift. She just lost track of where her mother is. As much as she want to get herself something, she also knows that Feliciano and Sebastian would surround her with love.

Fuck.

Wait a second. She now realizes that the country, not the personification, Italy, is one of the most romantic countries. That means lovey-dovey speeches, romantic dinners, and all the gifts she can't afford. It also means very romantic Italians.

Fuck.

She turns around and finds the two Italians, in Walmart, searching through the candy section. She notices that they had not seen her yet, signaling her a good sign. Her luck disappears when she sees them about to walk towards her as they talk to each other, still not noticing her up ahead.

Another fuck.

She instantly sprints out of the spot she was in. She scans the area as she searches for her parents. Her parents are spotted near one of the cashiers, and she zooms as fast as she could without tripping.

"Where have you been!?" her mother demands.

"Sorry, I was trying to get away from Italians," she speaks truthfully.

Well, at least she has school tomorrow.

-

What. The. Fuck.

She isn't expecting a lot of things today on Valentine's Day. She is hoping to get four candy grams that she only bought for herself. She doesn't know what surprises the two Italians are holding her.

During the last five minutes of fourth period, which is Honors Band, she is in resting position, her clarinet laid across her shoulder. The band director is rehearsing the trumpet section on one part of the music. The door swings open, and someone enters with a yellow note and a bouquet of flowers. The person gives both items to the band director.

The band director examines the yellow note before facing Thaovy. "Thaovy. It seems like these flowers belong to you."

All fifty-one students start oo-ing at her. Thaovy's face is as red as a tomato.

"I bet it's from Lucas!" the fourth chair clarinetist, Sarah, shouts.

Lucas, the second clarinetist, heavily sighs as he facepalms. Thaovy sends her a death glare at her friend. Sarah had been the biggest shipper of Thaovy and Lucas together, in which both despise.

The band director looks at the note attached to the flowers. "No, actually. It's from...Feliciano and Sebastian—"

Fucking. Shit.

"OH MY GOD, WHY?!" Thaovy shrieks.

Everyone in the band hall stare at her in confusion, silence consuming the room for two minutes.

At least it couldn't get any worse.

-

Why. The. Actual. Fuck.

All Thaovy wants is to have a normal lunch, chatting with her friends. Today is the opposite of what she wanted. As she enters the cafeteria, she noticed a swarm of the popular girls surrounding two familiar Italians. She seems them wearing fashionable clothing, holding three plates of pasta altogether.

"How the fuck did they get in?" Thaovy asks to herself.

"Who are those guys?" Katie, another friend of hers, asks Thaovy.

"They are Feliciano and Sebastian," Thaovy answers, shuddering.

"Are you kidding me!?" Katie exclaims. "They're older than you!"

"I know," Thaovy agrees, "but Italians gotta do what Italians gotta do." She stands on table with her hands cupped around her mouth. "YO, ARE YOU ITALIANS LOOKING FOR ME!?"

Feliciano's and Sebastian's attentions are laid on Thaovy, and they quickly escape from the popular girls' clutches.

"Ciao, Vy~" Sebastian greets, winking at her. "We'd thought it'd be nice for the three of us to have lunch together!"

"Yes! It'd be so much fun! Please?" Feliciano practically begs.

She sighs. "Alright."

The two Italians cheer as the three sit down to eat the pasta.

-

Are. They. Fucking. Kidding. Her.

At the moment she is at another school for the second day of the basketball tournament, she instantly spots the Italians. They are still in their dress clothes. The girls in her team start eyeing them in interest.

"Aren't those the guys from lunch today?" Thaovy overhears one of the popular girls in her team say to her friend. "I wonder why they're here."

"Maybe it's to cheer us on!" the friend exclaims.

Thaovy coughs loudly to grab their attention. "Sadly, those flirty bastards are here for me."

"Why you?" another girl on her basketball teams questions.

Before Thaovy could say a word, someone else beats her. "Thaovy!"

She then is pounded to the ground by both Italians hugging her to the death.

"CAN Y'ALL LET GO OF ME!?" She struggles through the tight grips her friends are giving her. "I AM ABOUT TO HAVE A GAME IN, LIKE, TWENTY-TWO MINUTES, AND I DON'T WANT Y'ALL TO RUIN ME!"

Seborga and Veneziano ignore her pleas and continue to smuggle her.

"Oh, all the wonderful ways to kill you," she growls deeply, tugging on both collars.

Terrified, they stop hugging her and run out of the gym as soon as possible. Thaovy looks back her teammates, their eyes wide.

"What?"

-

In the end, she did get something great.

Nearly twelve in the morning, Feliciano and Sebastian secretly drop by at her house, sneaking into her room.

"What are you doing here?" Thaovy demands.

"We wanted to give you something that we weren't able to do, because you and your family went out to eat after your basketball games!" Feliciano answers.

Feliciano leans up to Thaovy and kisses her cheek. At the same time, Sebastian copies his older brother but with the other cheek. Flustered, the Texan dugs her face into her hands, screaming in the inside. At the end, she's able to calm herself. She flings her arms around the Italians' shoulders.

"Y'all may have embarrassed me at school," Thaovy comments, "but I felt like that was the best Valentine's Day I've had for a while."

Italy and Seborga say their goodbyes and exit out of her room. When she starts to sleep, a tiny smile is formed on her face.

-

I MADE MISTAKES I RUSHED THIS BUT IDC BYE