"Hey, Fratello? Why do you spend so much time at Spagna's place?" Feliciano asks, looking over at his brother as they walk through the streets of Italy. "Why do you spend so much time at Germany's?" Lovino shoots back, not looking at his younger brother. "I guess you have a point. But whenever you come back you don't talk about it, you don't eat, you ignore me, you just stay in your room." Feliciano says, stopping and grabbing his brothers shoulder. Lovino flinches and steps back from his brother slightly, but stopped walking and looked at his brother. Feliciano noticed that his brother stepped away, but didn't notice the flinch. "You're normally busy with the potato bastard, I don't want to bother you. Also I'm usually tired when I come home, so..." Lovino trails off and continues walking.

Lovino laid down on his bed and shut his eyes, wanting to get some sleep before he went over to Antonio's house for the weekend. There was a knock at the front door, and Lovino groans and pulls a pillow over his head. He hears the door opens, and obviously his brother had answered it. A knock comes at his bedroom door "Fratello? Spagna is here." Feliciano says, Lovino sighs and gets up, looking in the mirror, then down at his arms, he goes to his closet and pulls on a sweatshirt over his tank top. He goes into the main part of the house where Feliciano and Antonio were chatting happily. "What are you doing here bastard?" Lovino asks, crossing his arms. "I wanted to see you Lovi~" Antonio says happily. Lovino grumbles and looks away from the pair. "I have to go see Doitsu~" Feliciano says and basically skips out the door.

Lovino perks up and watches with scared and worried eyes as his brother left. "Lovi~" Antonio says and Lovino looks at Antonio then goes over and sits by the Spaniard. Antonio wraps an arm around the Italian and pulled him closer so Lovino's head was resting on Antonio's chest. "When do you want to head over?" Antonio ask, smiling down at the Italian. "Whenever." Lovino mumbles, shutting his eyes and wishing he was anywhere else. "Why are you wearing long sleeves?" Antonio asks, picking at the end of the shirts sleeves. "I wanted to." Lovino mumbles, opening his eyes and looking at where Antonio was playing with the sweatshirt's sleeves. Antonio "hm"s and pulls up one of the hands and starts kissing down the hand, slipping the sleeve down as he continues kissing the arm. Lovino turns his head and looks at the wall across the mirror across the room then casts his eyes down. "Something wrong Lovi?" Antonio whispers into the Italian's ear and Lovino silently shakes his head. Antonio drops Lovino's arm and gently caresses the Italian's cheek with his knuckles "I wish you'd speak to me." The Spaniard says, continuously caressing the cheek with his knuckles. "Nothing's wrong." Lovino says and pulls the sweatshirt sleeves over his hands more and ball his hands into fists with the end in the middle so the sleeve wouldn't ride up. Antonio kisses a temple and moves the hand that was caressing Lovino's cheek to the Italian's wrist and squeezes until Lovino unfolds his hand. "Lets go to my place now." Antonio whispers, kissing Lovino's temple again before letting the Italian get up to get his stuff.

Lovino quickly went upstairs, not bothering to check his wrist for a bruise that was sure to form soon. He grabs a backpack from his closet, nearly half of his things were already at Antonio's place so really he just had to being Pj's and other necessities he didn't trust being in the Spaniards home. He puts his phone in his locked desk drawer then goes downstairs quickly, mumbling an apology as Antonio wraps an arm around Lovino's shoulder and guides the Italian out the door and to his car, then drives to the airport. After an hour and a half long flight they arrive at Antonio's villa in Barcelona.

Lovino sat on the patio of the house, overlooking the tomato fields, legs dangling over the end, head resting on the low railing. He looks down at his bare arms, Antonio had insisted Lovino wear something that didn't make him look like a lumpy Italian. So Lovino had changed into a t-shirt, that showed all the bruises along his arms. He gently rubs his thumb over the most recent one, the one Antonio had created nearly 3 hours earlier. It was already turning purple. Lovino sighs and hits his head against the metal bar that's at equal height with his forehead when he's sitting. "What's wrong Lovi?" Antonio asks from behind, surprising Lovino,nearly jumping at the voice but kept resting his head against the bar and dropped his hand from his wrist. "Nothing." Lovino mutters, looking at the tomato field again. He hears Antonio sit beside him but doesn't look at the Spaniard. "Lovi, something is wrong." Antonio says, rubbing Lovino's back with his hand. "I'm just tired." Lovino says, looking at the ground a story beneath him. "Lovino, whats really wrong with you?" Antonio asks, grabbing one of Lovino's shoulder tightly. Lovino bites his tongue to keep from shouting at Antonio (and making him angry) and instead of saying what was really wrong, he said something that everyone knew "I'm just annoyed at how much time Feli is spending with that potato bastard." Lovino says, growling slightly and gripping the edge of the patio to illustrate his anger. Antonio responded by chuckling and releasing Lovino's shoulder. "I'm sure Veneziano will be fine. He can kick ass when he needs to." Antonio says, shrugging with a smile and Lovino finally looked at him. Lovino looked at the Spaniard with confusion; mostly about what he had called his brother, some of it do to the sudden mood swing but Lovino had become quite used to those. "What? You asked me not to call him Feliciano anymore, so I stopped." Antonio says, shrugging and Lovino nods and goes back to looking at the Tomato fields. Antonio stands and pats Lovino on the back, "Dinner will be ready in half an hour." Antonio states and leaves the Italian alone with the memory of the night Lovino had ended up snapping at Antonio.

They had been sitting in the sun room, drinking wine after a nice supper. Lovino was sitting on the couch and Antonio was sitting on the floor, back against the glass. The two had gotten onto the topic of Lovino's brother somehow. Much to Lovino's displeasure. Antonio constantly referred to the other Italian as either 'Feli' or 'Feliciano', which had been annoying Lovino quite a lot. After a few hours Lovino ended up snapping at the Spaniard and the Spaniard snapped ended up in a heated argument and Antonio slammed Lovino into the glass, a large crack emitting from where his head connected. Antonio glared at the Italian gasping for air as he tightened his hold, only to release the Italian when he gasped two words. "Lo Siento" (Sorry). Antonio let the Italian go and went to his own room, leaving the bruised and bleeding Italian against the glass, crying.

Lovino had unconsciously started crying and wiped away the tears, which also cause him to wipe away some concealer concealing a black eye and a bruised cheek. When Lovino saw the concealer on his hands, he grumbled and stood up, nearly crashing into his Fidanzato. "Sorry." Lovino mutters, wiping away a few tears that kept spilling from his eyes. Antonio grabbed Lovino's face gently (for once) and wiped away the tears with his thumbs "What's wrong? It can't be your brother and Germany again."Antonio says and Lovino shakes his head, unintentionally breaking the Spaniard's hold on his face. "No, I just started thinking about my grandfather." Lovino says, and kept wiping away tears that wouldn't stop. "Aw, it's okay." Antonio says, wrapping his arms around Lovino and the Italian hesitantly hugs back while he cries into the Spaniard's shirt.

After about 5 minutes Lovino stopped crying and they went to eat supper. Antonio took off his shirt after it had been promptly soaked by Lovino's tears. And Lovino hadn't stopped apologizing for it. "Lovi, it's fine. It was getting to hot to wear a shirt anyways." Antonio says, smiling, but a certain tone to his words had Lovino shut up entirely and focus on eating. Antonio stopped smiling and continued eating.


First chapter in what I hope isn't a completely horrible fic. I'm so happy that you continued reading this after the first implement of abuse. Yeah, so if you read my "Which Italy Will Remain" fic, this is the Abusive Spamano fic I was talking about writing... sorry.