Spain struggled against his captors as they tried to force the arsenic down his throat. The poison would not kill him but it would hurt like hell.
He thrashed blindly before managing to elbow someone hard in the stomach, hearing them grunt in pain, he was pinned down violently by strong arms that bruised his tan skin with their strength.
Somebody pinched his nose and he opened his mouth involuntarily. The Nation gasped for breath before the arsenic was forced into him and he choked as the poison slipped down his throat. Panic settled in and his eyes darted back and forth fearing the darkness the men had disappeared into.
Minutes later, a deafening scream pierced the air and Spain's eyes bulged at the pain. He fought to suppress tears as the poison started to go through him. The poison coursed through his veins making Spain wish for it to stop. He twitched and jerked trying to escape the pain.
Why did Romano lie to me?
Why did he hide the fact that he had been forced into the mafia?
Why is the mafia torturing me?
It was like kicking a puppy. Spain had done nothing wrong, if you didn't count the days of a plundering, pirating, and conquering.
"Now, will you not screw up when I tell you to do something?" a voice hidden in darkness asks.
"Sì, just let him go," a pained Romano answers.
The voice chuckles "No can do Signor Vargas. I need to have him here so I know you remember your place. Or would you rather me bring your little fratellino here instead?"
"..."
Spain growled and struggled as a rope and gag are forced on him. He is too weak to truly fight, but he tries anyway. The bastard used Italy and him against Roma! No wonder he didn't do anything to get out of the mafia. It was sickening to find out. If only Spain could do something for Lovi...
"Can I talk to him for a minute? Please! I won't take his gag off. Just let me talk to him. Please..."
Romano's voice softened at the end. The sound wasn't right coming from the vicious Italian Spain knew. Roma never pleaded and his voice never broke like that.
"I don't see why not. Just remember I have cameras watching you so I will know if you do one thing out of line. Then there will be one less Spaniard to deal with."
The door closed with a bang as the Don and his men left the room chuckling. Spain looked at Romano while the younger walks towards him he can see Roma restraining himself from running towards him by the soft twitches and the look in Roma's eyes.
"I am so sorry Spagna. I can't tell you much more than what you already know. I promise to get you out of here. Even if in the end it kills me. We will get through this."
Roma caresses Spain's cheek before leaving a sweet peck on it. Spain looked sadly at Romano giving him a look that in Romano's eyes was equivalent to a rotten tomato. Romano laid Spain's head on his lap and started to stroke through his rich chocolate hair soothingly. He could see Spain's pain-filled emerald eyes struggle to stay open. Spain wanted more time with Romano before he was left alone for the Don to toy with. He didn't know when he would be able to see Romano next.
Romano thought about the future. He knew that no matter what he would protect Spain. Even if it meant going against his morals and working in the mafia.
"Ti amo, Spagna."