"You're going..to do..what?" The voice was broken. It was cracking and soon enough, it would fall apart.
A soft sigh came from from the other figure across the room, "It may be best if I don't repeat myself, Carriedo.—" The other was cut off, "No.." It was almost shattered. "Y-you can't do this to me, I beg of you. Can't you see he is the reason—" The second voice before was louder now, "You are the reason you are here, you couldn't stop and look where you are. Not only are you putting yourself in danger, but you are now putting Romano in danger..which is why he is coming to stay with me."
Antonio lost his breath, it felt like some punched him in the chest. Over and over and over..The injured Spaniard that was wrapped in the white bandages around his arms and chest placed his hand over his heart. It was beating so fast, this was happening so quickly. It couldn't happen, Antonio wouldn't let it happen. Not like this, not now. Romano was his Romano. The little teenaged boy was basically everything he had left and now,— The aristocratic stood tall, it hurt him to have to take the other way, but, would the Spaniard stop fighting if there was nothing left to fight for? Roderich stepped closer towards the bed where the Spaniard seemed to be panicking. "Antonio, relax, it is for the best—" For the best? Did this bas—no, did this damned bastard think taking away the child that he raised would really be for the best? Antonio didn't know how Roderich would react to Feliciano getting taken away from him, but Antonio knew that he wouldn't let this happen. It couldn't. It would break him.
The pain. The physical pain, the emotional pain. It was too much, it was happening so fast, so quickly. It had to be a dream, it must be. Why didn't he wake up from this nightmare? Why couldn't he just wake the hell up already? They said you can't feel pain in dreams, then why did he? Antonio knew the answer, he knew it every clearly. Because this wasn't a dream.
Antonio slowly placed his hands at his sides, slowly forming into fist. He stared down hard at the other's feet. He down down hard on his bottom lip. He was breaking. He was falling apart. The Spanish man quickly pushed himself off the bed and was ready to leap at Roderich, but that is when he a voice. "Antonio, stop this." He froze where he stood, which was on top of the hospital bed, Antonio slowly looked to his side, rage, violence, hate, pain, sorrow, grief and pain all mixed in the green emeralds. The blond stood there, his arms firmly crossed over his chest as he looked up at the enraged Spaniard. "You really think this is going to help you win Romano back? All of this, what you are doing right now, is the reason you are losing Romano. Not just for his sake, but your own." Antonio swallowed hard and losing fell to his knees, he placed his hands on the bed and clenched the white sheets tightly. It was the only thing stopping him from punching that damned bastard right in his fancy little face. "Antonio, please. Calm down, you know that if you keep this up, like you are now, that you won't make it out of alive. What would be the point of all this? Everything happens for a reason, Toni, you'll see.." Francis whispered out loudly enough for only the ones in the room to hear. He stepped closer to the injured and placed a hand slowly on his back. "Make this less painful and just let go."
Just let go.
The words echoed in his head, his eyes were shot open now. How could Antonio just forget Romano, just like that? Can he even say goodbye to his henchman? Probably not, it would be best if he didn't. He knew how he was reacting, it wasn't good. Seeing Romano right now would only make it worse. He would break down completely and just cry. Oh how badly he wanted to cry..Antonio was strong. He had to be strong for himself and Romano.
"Just go already.." Antonio's voice was cold and harsh, nothing like the desperate man before trying to hold on to the only thing that had meaning to him before. Roderich just stared at him then looked over at Francis before closing his eyes slowly and nodding, "Well, I suppose it is time that I go gather Romano now and tell him that we are leaving. Sorry for seeing you under these circumstances, Antonio." The male passed the bed with the broken Spaniard, passed the Frenchmen and walked out the door before stopping and looking down, "Oh, Romano, when did you get here? Come along now, take my hand, we are going to be leaving. You got all your things together, correct?" The voice faded down the empty hallways, the footsteps fading and fading. Antonio's little henchmen, was gone.
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The bright green orbs shot wide open, Antonio was breathing heavily and clenching onto his loose dark red shirt he forgot to take off the night before. He came home drunk and passed out on his bed, not even bothering to change. And then, he had that stupid damn dream again. The Spaniard finally caught his breath and looked around, he slowly got out of bed and made his way down the empty quiet hallways. Once in the kitchen, Antonio rubbed the back of his head while using his free left hand to hit the button on the coffee maker. He licked his chapped lips before leaning on the counter and crossing his arms over his chest. "It still hurts." A soft low mumble came from him as he closed his eyes slowly, nothing was able to make it hurt less. It has been years, many many years, it still hurt Antonio all the same.
"What needs to be done today?" He asked himself out loud as he went towards the cabinet and pulled out a coffee mug. "I should go shopping, that is for sure.-Now what to make for dinner?" Antonio was seeming to be talking to himself before there was a high pitched, 'mew' that came from behind him. "What do you want for dinner, Tomate?" The tall male looked back at the tiny but very fluffy brown but almost red like color tabby who had very large yellow eyes. "Nothing? Alrightly."
He chuckled softly before stepping towards the cat and sitting down on his ankles, holding his hand out towards the small cat. Who then began to rub it's body all over the Spaniard's hand. "You don't even give me the chance to pet you~!" He laughed again and smiled down at the tiny cat who let out another mew.
"Such a cutie." He stood back up and right as he did, he heard a small 'beep'. Antonio made his way towards the living room, another beep, he groaned and began to tear the cushions off the dark red love seat. "Francis, hold up. I am trying to find it." He said out loud in a annoyed tone not being able to find his cellphone. There was another meow behind him, "Tomate, wait a second, i'll pet you in a minute." He kept moving the cushions around before something pawed at his feet, "Ow, Tomate, stop that." Antonio looked back at the cat to find the small cat hold the phone in it's mouth by the key chain that was a tiny tomato at the end. "..Oh." Antonio couldn't help but laugh before leaning towards Tomate and petting her, then taking the phone out of her mouth. "You act more like a cute little puppy then a cat, Tomate."
Beep.
Oh yeah, the phone call. He opened the phone quickly before hearing the Frenchmen on the other line, "Hola Francis.~" Well this was a surprise, "Yo Toni! It's the Awesome Me, Gilbert!" The Spaniard paused and then arched his eyebrows, a playful grin painted on his lips. "Well, buenos dias Gilbert." Antonio heard the other begin to ramble and tilted his head slightly, "Why aren't you using your own phone?" Gilbert hissed slightly through the phone, "I lost it somewhere, but no need to fear, I took Francis's phone!"
Antonio couldn't stop the laughter, it was what he needed, to be around his friends. They always had a good time together, the harmless flirting and teasing, all the fun they had messing with other's. "But anyways, do ya' wanna come out with us later?" It was what he wanted after all, "Si, gracias Gil, what time?" Gilbert scoffed and his voice boomed louder through the phone, "When we get there!-" The voice changed, "Mon ami, probably around 8 or 9." It was Francis. "Gracias amigo, see you then." Antonio heard Gilbert begin to yell at Francis before the end of the line went dead. The Spaniard looked down at his phone then at the cat who stared back up at him. "It's only 2:17.. I need to kill time."
The Spaniard stood up from the couch, "I can clean this mess up after my shower." He slowly began to take his shirt off as he made his way into the hallway once again and into the bathroom. Turning on the cold and then the hot water, peeling off the rest of his clothes and stepping inside the steamy shower.
After a good 15 minute shower the Spanish man was ready, he dressed in pale colored shorts and a white shirt that fitted him nicely. He made his way back into the living room and beginning to clean up the mess he made while looking for his phone. Antonio sat down on the loveseat and looked down at the cellphone at his side, '1 new message', Antonio blinked slowly and opened his phone to see a message from Francis.
'Honhonhonhon~~~ You'll never believe who we ran into right now~! They are meeting us later tonight! ;D ;D ;D'