The teacher was being stupid again, uselessly trying to rouse Greece when she knew he wasn't going to wake up. You sighed, rolling your (e/c) eyes. Even as a second grader you knew the attempt was useless. It was recess which for Greece translated into "naptime"
You turned your head to see Lovino Vargas aka Romano, scowling at the scene. "She should know a-better than to-a try with that cat bastard!"
"Nien," came a stern, small voice. "Lovino don't swear."
"Shut-a the hell up!"
Your eyes got wide in admiration. You loved how he just said what he wanted. "L-Lovi," you asked timidly. Before you could talk to him, you felt a sharp tug on your (h/c) braid.
"Gilbert!," you screeched. Tears threatening to manifest.
The albino fourth grader just ran off to his friends Antonio and Francis.
"Nice one Amigo!"
"HEY," Romano shouted behind you. "You bastards come-a back here and apologize to bella!"
Gilbert just stood tall. "The Awesome me does not apologize to little girls!"
Romano erupted, letting out a string of curses that would've made Pirate England impressed. You watched in awe as the young BTT retreated due to swear-overload.
"Wow," you breathed. "Lovi, that was amazing! Can you teach me to cuss?"
"Hell no! Leave-a me alone!"
"Pleeeeeeze Lovi?" You brought out the big guns, putting on the perfect pouty expression. No one could stand against it. Even grown men buckled under your gaze.
Lovino was no exception. He turned bright red and instantly stared at his feet. "Fine (y/n) you win." He glared at you, still blushing. "But you-a have to do everything I say!"
And you did. You followed Romano's instructions exactly and by the time recess was over, he had you swearing like a sailor.
You had the perfect chance to use your newfound vocabulary when the teacher returned you spelling quiz. You got every one wrong except for "collar".
"What the hell is this bull ?!"
The room went deathly silent. You saw Feliciano pale and Alfred just laughed.
"Like Dude! (Y/n) just swore."
"Nice one Lassie!"
"That's not right for a lady!"
"It was funny da?"
Lovino gave you a small thumbs up. It was the last thing you saw before the teacher pulled you out of class.
~~~~timeskip by Prussia~~~~
You laid awake in bed trying desperately to get the soap flavor in your mouth to fade. Your mom had made you sit in the bathroom with a bar of soap in your mouth for half an hour. Now every time you burped, it tasted like Irish Spring. Despite all that you smiled.
Lovino had promised to teach you the F word tomorrow.