It was already dark when the Spanish man started his dinner. He was enjoying a pasta dish with a tomato sauce when he heard a knock on his door. He got up from his chair to see who it was. When he looked through the peep hole he could see a very familiar Prussian he knew who appeared to have been drinking.

"Let me in Antonio" said the albino

"Gilbert have you been drinking?"

"I said let me in!"

Antonio obliged to Gilberts demand and let him in. He stumbled around a fell into a chair. Antonio asked if Gilbert would want some water but Gilbert put up a hand in protest. Antonio took a seat in front of the Prussian to get a better look at him. He didn't look like his usual self. Even when Gilbert was drunk he always had a smile in his face or at least boasting about how awesome he was, but that smile had disappeared and was replaced scowl. There was blood all over his clothes. Just as Antonio was going to ask about it Gilbert spoke as if reading his mind.

"I bet you're wondering about the blood, huh?"

Spain went silent. Gilbert took that as a yes and continued on talking.

"I had another fight with my brother about how much time spends with that annoying Italian and it got a little out of hand"

Antonio knowing what that would mean checked for any injuries on his best friend. Gilbert didn't say a thing and let Spain inspect. Spain was almost free from worry about the blood until he looked at Prussia's back. There was a ghastly wound that was very poorly wrapped up with a sleeve from a shirt.

"Gilbert!" Said the very worried and scared Antonio

"What is it?"

"Y-your back it's-

"Yeah I know, Germany got real pissed when I called his little 'boyfriend' a good for nothing, surrendering idiot."

Spain couldn't believe what he hearing, well actually he could; Germany was known for his outbursts especially when it came to Feliciano. Not once though has Germany ever hurt his brother even when they were fighting, Germany would only hurt him with words never with his own two hands.

Prussia noticing Spain concern assured him it was nothing.

"But you're still bleeding and your bandage job is horrible and-

"I said it was fine Antonio." The Prussian said getting more irritated by the second that his friend didn't get the hint that he wanted to drop the subject.

"No it is not fine, you always say your okay when your obviously not! You brush people away and pretend that you're fine when you really need someone to be there for you. Why can't you just understand that so many people love you and want you to be happy, including me?"

Gilbert was so surprised by Antonio's remark that he hadn't noticed the tears start running down his face.

"You really feel that way Antonio?"

"Of course I do why would I say it if I was lying?"

Gilbert smiled and hugged Spain with all his might not caring how much his wound hurt.

"Toni, say it again please?" Gilbert said sounding a small weeping child.

"What?"

"That you love me"

"I love you Gilbert and don't you ever forget that"

The Spanish man kissed his friend on the forehead and started to attend to his injuries.