The room was dark and silent, all the lights and anything else electric was turned off. In the darkness Lovino sat on the couch and stared at the phone lying on the coffee table in front of him. A stranger had pressed it into his hand when he was getting some fresh tomatoes in the market. The man's face was cast in shadows and his body shape disorted by the thick trench coat he wore. The man said nothing, but there was a note taped to the back of the small phone.

'Await my call and further instructions at Midnight.'

So there he was in the dark house waiting for the mystery caller. Though it didn't show, he was too pale and in a cold sweat. He was terrified, who wouldn't be? A complete stranger handed him a disposable phone that had no chance of being traced. For all he knew it could be some rapist that had a fetish for countries. Whatever it was he hoped that Antonio wouldn't be involved, but that was just too much to ask for, wasn't it?

BZZZZT. BZZZZT. BZZZZT. BZZ- Lovino had picked up the suddenly vibrating phone. He took a deep breath and tried to calm his shaking body as he brought it up to his ear. "H-Hello?"

"Tonight, or rather this morning, I shall offer you a proposition." The voice was dark and cold even through the connection. It sounded vaguely familiar, but Lovino couldn't place it.

"What is it?" He almost whispered. He was too scared to even bring himself to cuss.

"I have been watching you for a long time, Lovino. I know more about you than what a certain Spaniard does."

Lovino froze. No, no. He wasn't talking about Antonio, right? The bastard, he wouldn't touch a hair on the Spaniard's head. Not his An- but, no. Antonio wasn't his, was he? Antonio was the lover of the Frenchman, Francis.

"What do you mean, bastard?" He hissed in a moment where his anger and fear for Antonio was stronger than the fear about the caller itself.

"Oh, Lovi," the man chuckled, "I've seen how you look at him. And those glares that you oh so secretly send to Francis when you think no one is looking? Hilarious!"

Lovino stared ahead as he processed that in his mind, he didn't even realize that the man called him 'Lovi'. It was only too much to ask for that Antonio not be involved at this point, anyone with an ounce of common sense could see that. "What do you want?"

"You will kill the one person you have ever loved." The response was said so casually, it was as if they were requesting Lovino go and pick up a gallon of milk from the store on his daily trip out.

"What? You bastard! I won't kill him!"

"Really? That's a shame, if you don't then I might just have to do it for you. I can already hear the screams I will tear from his mouth. Can't you just imagine it? His blood dripping to the floor, those sweet crimson pools gathering around his body. Every cut adding to it. Though he won't die quickly, no. This will be for months, years even. He has a lot of spirit, I can just hear him in his final moments of sanity, I can hear that spirit breaking." The man continued on for another minute describing the most horrible kinds of torture. "And the best part of it all? He will know it's all your fault for what he must go through."

"STOP IT YOU BASTARD, STOP IT. YOU FUCKING BASTARD. WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT WITH ME?"

"Isn't that obvious?" The man growled, "I want to see you suffer. Either way Antonio dies, Lovino. It will just be by your choice. Now either you can kill him in any way you please, or I can. Do not even think of backing out, Antonio will die by my hands if you do anything you shouldn't. Now do tell, which option do you choose?"

"I-" Lovino's voice choked. There was a large lump in his throat that didn't seem to want to go way no matter how much he swallowed. It made his voice a weak croak at best. His while body was shaking, his very soul was tearing apart. What choice did he have? "I will do it, you fucking bastard."

"Very good. You have one month, Lovino. Remember what happens if you mess up." Click. The line was dead.

The dark haired Italian threw the phone into the darkness that surrounded him. He screamed and screamed, his yells echoed throughout his house for hours. They slowly faded in number and volume until all that could be hears was a faint choking noise. It was sobbing, it continued long after the tears had been used up. It was another hour before there was any silence at all.

Lovino had shouted and cried himself mute. Even now silent sobs raked viscously through his body. He couldn't believe what had just happened. He wished now more than anything that he had offered himself up in Antonio's place. He could stand that torture if he had to. For Antonio he would do anything. What was he supposed to do? What could he do? Antonio would never forgive him for this.. He would never even have the chance to. Had he not already been dry sobbing for lack of tears his face would have been soaked once again. Eventually well into the morning his mind eventually passed into the unconscious realm.

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A/N: And here is the first part of my first Hetalia fanfiction which was based off of a dream I had one night where Lovino... well, you know. I'm honestly pretty excited about this story and what's going to happen. I hope you all enjoyed this little prologue. The other chapters will be much longer, don't worry. Please R&R!

~Woof