The streets of sunny Italy, a Spaniard was walking through the streets he was tall, thin, shaggy brown hair and the most vivid green eyes, his name was Antonio carriedo Fernandez, and he was walking on his way to visit his little Italian Lovino who represented the southern half of Italy. Meanwhile in the house in Italy Lovino was alone in the house him and his brother shared while his younger brother was out visiting the potato bastard as Lovino put it cutting a tomato and pondered to himself 'Does it hurt to die?' at that moment Spain was at the door ' Lovi? Where are you?'

'In the kitchen bastard!'

Lovino immediately ran to the bathroom and locked the door behind him then sat in the corner and lowered the knife to his wrist. Antonio unlocked the door and entered the house and when he went the kitchen he saw the tomato cut in half without the knife next to it, panic went through Antonio. Lovino in the bathroom was sobbing quietly trying to not make Antonio know he was in the bathroom; as he lowered the knife to his wrist he let out a sob of pain, he tried to quiet himself but Antonio heard this sob and went to the bathroom. 'Lovi, come out please'

'Leave me alone bastard' as he began to cut the opposite wrist. Antonio begins to bang the door in attempt to get Lovi out, while banging Antonio smell the all too familiar smell of blood, Antonio began cursing heavily in Spanish 'Lovi! ¿qué coño estás haciendo ahí si no voy a abrir este maldito carnero puerta abajo y te mataré con mis propias manos, o tal vez voy a enviar a Rusia o Francia, entonces pueden torturar a la mierda de ustedes por ahí. o tal vez voy a usar el hacha para torturarte con o voy violación en el culo'

'What the hell you doing!?'

Lovi noticed at this moment he knew that Antonio was pissed off and that the door wouldn't hold on much longer, he stands up and kicks the knife and hides his arms behind his back. Antonio eventually breaks down the door, notices the blood on the floor and a knife next to it 'Lovi, whose blood is this?'

'Go away its nothing bastardo!' he yelled in the hope the Spanish bastard would disappear

'No Lovi I won't go away' as he grabs on to his tomates wrist he feels something wet, he looks at his hand it's red and soaked with blood, Antonio's eyes begin to swell with tears ' why?, Lovi, why?' he begged. Lovino looked away ashamed to say and avoiding his glance and the question, he suddenly begins to feel weak at the amount of blood he's lost. Antonio rummages around the draws to find some gauze to cover Lovino's slashes, 'ahaa!' he states as he found a whole roll of gauze and asks Lovi as to why he did it as Antonio was wrapping it Lovi snaps ' Don't touch me!' he knew he was going to lose and had to tell Toni why.

Antonio was crying a lot while he was wrapping Lovi up. Lovino noticed how shaky the Spaniard was 'Lovi stop struggling mi Amor you'll only make it worse' Lovi heart broke at this moment he realised he did wrong.

'Lovi….