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Lovino Vargas ((South Italy))

"MOOSTACHE!"

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a character in “Academy!Hetalia: The School for Countries”, as played by Camillo

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SOUTH ITALY
Lovino Vargas



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Age: Sixteen

Gender: Male

Character Traits: ((WIP))
South Italy is friendly and kind to women, but is strict and less social to men. Despite appearing to be tougher than his younger brother, he is just as cowardly and ineffectual, if not more. He's stubborn and has actually been described as being quite timid. Though he is not very skilled with his hands, it is said that he is a good pickpocket. He is also has a habit of speaking in profanity, particularly the words "bastard" and "dammit".
-Wiki

Like stated above, if you are not of the female persuasion then Lovino will come across as having a very colorful nature. He swears like a sailor and can have very exaggerated reactions to things. He also has a very dismal and bleak view on the world, most likely due to how he is often controlled and led around by his own mafia.
As a child, he often slacked off and slept when it came to chores, though he was rather clumsy when he actually tried to do them. This clumsiness couldn't be helped though, as Lovino had Choreia when he was younger.
While Italy eats a variety of foods other than pasta, South Italy refuses to eat foreign food, especially if it happens to be cheese or potatoes. He has the verbal tic of making a "Chigi" (or "Chigigi") sound when he is agitated or when his ahoge is pulled.

Appearance: ((WIP))
South Italy has dark brown hair and has more of an olive complexion than his younger brother in earlier artwork, but there is no visible skin tone difference in most later artwork. His eyes were originally green, but became colored hazel or dark brown in most of the later colored art.
Like his brother, he has a wild long curl that acts as his erogenous zone, though it rests on the right side of his head, as opposed to the left. In most artwork and merchandise, he is shown to wear a khaki uniform in a different style than Italy's (and more similar to Spain's), with 3/4-length sleeves. But in the published manga and anime, he instead wears a virtually identical uniform. In his very first appearance in the webcomic, South Italy's shirt and belt were colored white, but were later shaded in dark. The actual color of the uniform is unknown due to it only appearing in black-and-white art, though fanworks often depict it as being a lighter blue.

Weight: 129 lbs

Height: 5'6

Hair Color: Dark Brown

Eye Color: Amber "Don't look in my eyes, it's hell of a creepy."

Skin Texture: Lovino has soft, boyish skin that is naturally an olive color. "I dare you to frickin' touch me."

Skin Color: Olive


Likes: Pasta, Tomatoes, Throwing the wrong part of the grenade, Belgium, North Italy, Spain

Dislikes: Foreign Foods (Potatoes), Turtles, Germany, North Italy, Spain

Pet: --

Quotes:
"This weatherman's predicting a 99% chance of s**tstorm and it's coming right at ya!"

"MOOSTACHE!"

"I hate you so much-a!"


Secret: When Lovino was little, he kissed Spain during his sleep. "Secrets? Who has secrets nowadays?"

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Crush: Spain

History:
"The two brothers, Lovino and Feliciano, grew up knowing of each other, but they never actually met face to face. Italy eventually went off to live with their grandfather for some time, while South Italy stayed behind. After Grandpa Rome had died and Italy came back, South Italy and the other boys became bullies to him. The two were separated again at the end of the Italian War, when Italy was claimed by the Holy Roman Empire and Austria, while South Italy was conquered by Spain after the Battle of Garigliano.
Because Spain raised him, South Italy has assimilated his culture, customs, religion, and his love for tomatoes. While Spain often acts affectionately towards him, South Italy tends to treat him rather coldly because he believes that Spain just wants his grandfather's inheritance. Deep down, he does care about Spain, though he rarely shows it openly; he seems to become extremely jealous when Spain is with someone else. When Spain caught a cold, South Italy increased imports from Spain (despite having a cold himself) and overcomes his weakness to the Mafia (even though he usually bends to their will.)
In his youth, South Italy would often jump on Spain or headbutt him in the stomach to wake him up. This caused Spain to have a nightmare where an adult South Italy jumped on him and 'crushed his vital regions.'"

- Wiki

About Me:

RELATIONSHIPS:

North Italy / Feliciano Vargas

Relationship: NEUTRAL
Notes: South Italy occasionally refuses to acknowledge his brother's existence, though Italy is more than eager to be around his older brother. As a child, South Italy often felt jealous and inferior to Italy, due to the younger brother inheriting their grandfather's talent for art, while he could barely draw. He also felt that his brother took after their grandfather in appearance more. Despite this though, he's shown to have at least a subconscious care for him, becoming upset when his brother implies he doesn't admire him, and sharing a bed with him. Usually when it's hinted that he cares about Italy though, something happens that angers him and he instantly reverts back.

Germany / Ludwig
Relationship: BAD
Notes: Unlike his brother, South Italy hates Germany and can't stand to see him and Italy together. He refers to Germany as a "potato bastard" and "macho potato". South Italy had attempted to get revenge on a few occasions, but failed each time. It is suggested that he might hate Germans in general, seeing that he thought one as a danger when he was a kid and got scolded by Spain because he believed the German would attack Spain. A line in Italy's Big Brother also reveals that his stereotype of Germans is that they're all "uncivilized country bumpkins with bad physiology". When Germany noted that Italy happened to have Germanic blood as well, it caused South Italy to go into a rage and attempt to charge at him (only for a banana incident to occur).

Spain / Antonio Fernández Carriedo
Relationship: ?
Notes: "Hey, potato bastard, mind your own damn business! I know it's you who wants to know!"

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So begins...

Lovino Vargas ((South Italy))'s Story

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CANADA AND ROMANO


The blonde boy began to stir, his fingers flexing slightly and brushing against a few blades of grass. He stretched out his legs, an airy yawn escaping as he stretched. Kumajirou grumbled with irritation at the sudden movement, and the small bear retreated a few steps back before plopping his haunches back down. When Matthew shifted into a sitting position and opened his eyes, he was more than a little surprised. The last thing he remembered was settling down into a hotel -- the land the hotel was located on was only about an hour's drive away from the American border of Maine, he figured that a brief rest would be nice before he set off to the school -- for the night, so finding himself lying in a bed of grass was a little shocking.

Casting his gaze about, the first thing Matthew noticed was the beauty of the surrounding land. The only prior knowledge that he had of the school was that it was located somewhere near the coast, but this was nothing that he had expected. The distant crash of ocean waves against the shore, the soft 'caw' of birds flying high above; it was breathtaking. The second thing Matthew noticed was the two luggage bags that were lying in the grass next to him. He was certain that those weren't his, and he looked behind him to check to see if there was anyone around.

That was when he noticed the Italian standing over him, a smirk curling his lip as he looked down on Canada. In retrospect he should have noticed that while there were no trees nearby and it was quite sunny out, he was sitting in a shadow.

"Hello, Roma--"

The boy had shoved a bright red tomato into Matthew's mouth, looking supremely pleased with himself as he did it. The darker-haired individual put a thoughtful hand on his chin and spoke, "I was wondering why that bastard America was so quiet, and I figured it out! I'm so amazing. You must be a robot, built by that bastard Japan no less. If my suspicions are correct, then that tomato should cause your circuits to shut down and make you explode! Hahaha! Maybe if I'm lucky, you'll take down this lousy excuse for a school with you and I can return to my country!"

Being remarkably patient with the other teenager, Matthew reached up his hand and removed the vegetable/fruit from his mouth. He rolled his jaw around a little bit, sighing slightly as he did so.

"I'm not America, Romano, I'm Cana--"

"So you've foiled my plan! I see how it is, robot-America. You're a tricky one, aren't you, you bastard? I'll have to come up with another, more awesome plan to defeat you. I know of your plans to take over the world and you'll never get Italy, I tell you! Never! I'll stop you even if I die trying!"

"But--"

"No, shut up! I don't want to hear any of your filthy, robot words!"

Canada merely ran a hand through his hair, trying to fight off the developing migraine, and began to stand up. While it may have been quite warm outside, the dew that had settled into Matthew's clothing chilled him to the bone. He shivered slightly, pulling the damp jacket he wore closer around him. A couple feet away, Kumajirou watched the exchange with curiosity.

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CANADA AND ROMANO


The Italian boy was still scrutinizing poor Matthew and coming up with a new plan of attack when Britain walked over. He turned his head to acknowledge the country, and listened while he was being spoken to. When he was referred to as 'Romanio', he stuck his chin out in indignation, a slight growl emerging from his throat. If one listened closely enough, they could hear the quiet, irritated chigigi's the Italian said under his breath.
However, when it was mentioned that the shivering blonde boy before him was neither America nor a robot, a curious look crossed his features.

"Canada?" He said experimentally, shrugging like it was just a little mistake, "Sorry, I've never met you before."

Of course, he had met Canada before. They'd both been present in more than one World Conference together, but Matthew just supposed that he had a forgettable face. Since he was used to this kind of treatment, the Canadian held no special resentment towards him. Like everything, he simply let it go.

By the time Britain had made it over to Canada, Romano had lost interest in the now unexciting situation and taken off with his bags in search of his roommate. If the information he'd received in the letter was correct, Romano's new roommate was the soft-spoken Japan. He intended on confronting the nation and setting some precautionary ground rules.

"Thank you, Arthur." Matthew said quietly, the slightest of smiles ghosting over his lips as he filled in the blanks. He knew England well enough to know what he had almost said. "I'll make sure to let you know if he does anything."

When Britain began brushing grime off him, Matthew's already pale cheeks flushed slightly. Unlike himself, the other nation was very forward, and when you combined that how easily embarrassed Matthew was, he found himself in quite a few awkward situations, "S-something like that, I guess. I'm not even sure how I got here, to be honest.."

He was even more startled when he was offered the other boy's jacket. Normally he would have politely refused, but he was cold enough that he gratefully accepted the offering. "T-thank you!" He said again, with more enthusiasm this time. After offering the other nation a wide smile -- something that he rarely handed out -- Matthew unzipped his dew-soaked jacket. Underneath he was merely wearing a white T-shirt, and it was thin enough to clearly show that he was trembling hard. It took a lot to make a Canadian so cold he shivered, so it was a sign that he was probably frozen solid.

"Don't worry about it, I'll take care of it." Matthew said dismissively to Britain's offer to clean his jacket after he had slipped on the warm, dry coat. After he buttoned it up, heat flooded his sluggish limbs. As he slowly began to thaw, Matthew looked down at himself and laughed quietly, "Holy Maple, it's been a while since I looked like this, eh?"

He referred back to the days when he had been a part of Britain with that smile still on his face. He could still remember when he was unclaimed land and had been found by both the French and British. That had certainly been a confusing time for him; half the time he wore the French uniform and the other half he wore the British.
Then he thought about England's comment about roommates. Come to think of it, he didn't know who he was rooming with either. He should inquire about that to the school's office...

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ROMANO


"Aw, hell!" Romano yelled out irritably as he stubbed his toe on what looked to be a half-buried boulder. He threw down his bags and plopped down into a sitting position on the fatter case filled with clothes. It was a mildly uncomfortable place to be sitting, and he could feel the toe of one of his shoes poking him in the thigh.

Lovino had been in the middle of searching for his roommate when that unruly rock had the nerve to pop out of the ground and ruin his day, though he felt like his day had been ruined much earlier. The Italian boy idly kicked a small pebble as he stewed in his annoyance, rubbing the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger, "First Feliciano calls me in the middle of the night to rave on and on about what a fun time we're going to have here, then damn stewardess spilled someone's coffee on me, I lost my luggage at the airport, and had my country insulted by that British bastard; what else could possibly go wrong?"

He had just been about to sigh when a little American girl ran past him screaming bloody murder, and he practically fell off his suitcase. Lovino stabilized the teetering bag with his hands and looked around for what possibly could have been responsible for that. His eyes rested on a figure on the beach, and he squinted slightly. Who could that be? He suddenly gave a start.

"HOLY HELL." He shouted, actually falling backwards on his suitcase and landing in the grass this time. He rubbed the back of his head as a growl left his throat. There was no mistaking it, his day just got a thousand times worse. If there was one thing that could put him in an even worse mood than he had been, it was that damn potato bastard. "How could that possibly be? I had been told he wouldn't be here! That was the only reason I even came!" He grumbled to himself, the words not coming out as loud as they had been intended; it was a bit harder to speak when you were sitting upside down.

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The day was hot and the sun was set in the middle of the sky as the cab Italy was riding in finally showed up in front of the school. As the young country stared out of the cab window, his face turned a little glum. "Oh, it's so big and I'm so late! What happens if I make a fool of myself? I've never been to school before." Then a smile spread across his face. "But maybe I'll meet some other countries here. And besides, big brother Romano is gonna be here. Huh, I wonder why he decided to catch an earlier flight than me."

'Hey.'

Italy jumped at the sound of a mans voice and looked forward at the cab driver who was holding out his hand. This confused Feliciano for a moment, but then he realized he was supposed to pay him some money. "Oh yes, of course!" He blurted out, pulling a few dollars from his pocket and handing it to the cab driver, then he opened the door and stepped out, dragging his black duffel bag with him. He let out a small pant as the cab drove away. "ohhh....I didn't know my bag was this heavy.." he moaned and dragged his feet onto campus. He was told it was going to be hot in this part of America so Italy was sure to wear his casual clothes so he wouldn't over-heat, but he was still upset that his bag was so heavy. As he approached the school with he spotted someone familure laying over in the grass and instantly his glum expression turned to a thrilled one. He waved in the air and cupped the other hand over his mouth. "Heyyyy!!! Romaanoo!!!!" He yelled, forgetting about the weight of his back as he ran across the grass to meet up with his brother. He stopped by his head and looked down at him, his expression now changing to a confused one. "Hey, big brother, what are you doing laying on the ground like that? Is it comfortable? Were you taking a nap?" Feliciano asked curiously.

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Character Portrait: Taiwan Character Portrait: Elizabeta Hedervary (Hungary) Character Portrait: Lovino Vargas ((South Italy)) Character Portrait: Mark Homi (Finland) Character Portrait: Ludwig (Germany) Character Portrait: Feliciano Vargas (Italy)
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As Mei heard Germany call out about the food he was making, she felt her stomach rumble. She had only eaten a cup of yogurt on the plain and when she had gotten off she had eaten a small breakfast at one of the airport restaurants. That had been around 6 am though and it was already nearly 1 in the afternoon. She waved her hand to Germany to show that she had heard him, of course how could anyone not, he had such a loud voice. "Sure I'd love some!" She called back with a smile on her face. "Be right over!" Then she turned to look at Hungary "Lets finish this later okay!" She said, then look at Finland who was floating around in the water. "Come on lets go get some food, I'm starving!" And with that she pushed off the sandy bottom and dived under the water, swimming under the water a little towards the shore before popping her head out of the waves and then standing up, the water only coming to her knees now. She made her way out of the water and, first walking over to her stuff and wrapping the towel around her waist, then putting the camera bag over her shoulder, and then walked over to where Germany had set up a little picnic table with the sausages and other necessities. "I've never tried German food before." She said as she approached him. "Thank you for cooking for us, it was really nice of you!" She then heard some yelling further up by the school and watched as a young man ran up to another one, who was for some reason lying on his back on the grass with his feet over his bag. Strange couple. She thought to herself. "Looks like another student got here, but it sure is late, wouldn't you think?" She said, turning her head to Germany with a curious expression on her face.