Confiteor Deo Omnipotenti (I confess to God almighty)
Beatae Mariae semper Virgini (To blessed Mary ever Virgin)
Beato Michaeli archangelo (To the blessed archangel Michael)
Sanctis apostolis omnibus sanctis (To the holy apostles, to all the saints)
The church choir sang out low notes. As if to make sure Antonio knew why he was there.
He knew.
He was there to confess.
But who could he confess to? God wouldn't help him.
God didn't help sinners.
Beata Maria
You know I am a righteous man
Of my religion I am justly proud
So he asked the virgin Mary. Perhaps a woman would take more pity on him.
He knew how to convince women to do as he asked. With sweet words or sometimes a song, he could get anything out of women.
Et tibit Pater (And to you, Father)
And so he sang his song to her as the choir went on, hoping that she would understand.
Beata Maria
You know I'm so much purer and
I've never done what you have not allowed
Quia peccavi nimis (That I have sinned)
One of his first sins... War didn't count.
But this...
This could stain him forever.
So tell me, Maria
Why I see him standing there
Why his smoldering eyes still scorch my soul
Cogitatione (In thought)
Just the thought of him made Spain smile. It wasn't just lust, he truly was in love.
That made it all the worse.
I feel him, I see him
The sun caught in his chocolate hair
Is blazing in me out of all controlVerbo et opere (In word and deed)
It seemed like he had been holding in his secret love for Romano forever. He had rasied the little Italian for most of his life.
He had began to grow an attraction when the boy stopped growing, as all countries do. It frightened the Spainard at first, but he brushed it off and continued to spend his time with Lovino. How was he to know that he would fall in love with the grumpy south Italian? That he would rejoice inside the day that Romano rested his head on the other man's shoulder.
Or when they had first kissed... He remembered how warm everything had gotten in just that one sudden moment.
Like fire
Hellfire
This fire in my skin
This burning
Desire
Is turning me to sin
He was so afraid... If anyone found out, they would both face terrible consequenses.
He loved Lovino. But it made him sick.
That's probably why Romano had left him only a week ago...
It's not my fault
Mea culpa (Through my fault)
I'm not to blame
Mea culpa (Through my fault)
It couldn't be blamed on him. He had never once done anything wrong! He was tempted, tempted by a curly haired demon...
It's the Italian
The boy whos' land I claim
Mea maxima culpa (Through my most griveous fault)
It seemed the choir was shouting at him though he was singing much to softly for anyone but himself and God to hear. Or Mary, or anyone who would listen really.
It's not my fault
Mea culpa (Through my fault)
If in God's plan
Mea culpa (Through my fault)
He made temptation so much
Stronger than I amMea maxima culpa (Through my most griveous fault)
Spain wondered why it had to be him.
He was a powerful country. A country that could kill anything that crossed his path or made things difficult for him. Not that he wanted to do that.
How did he fall prey to the Romano's charm and why has he not woken from it, even after a week?
Protect me, Maria
Don't let him take me with his spell
Don't let his fire sear my flesh and bone
He was weeping. He missed Romano so much, yet he wanted nothing to do with him.
But one thing was for sure, He still wanted to have him.
He wanted to be able to know that the boy was his.
That was it! He was going to find Lovino.
Destroy my Lovino
And let him taste the fires of hell
Or else let him be mine and mine alone
Oh, he'd find him. And when he did, he'd give him a choice.
Either he come back and they would start over, away from anyone who could hurt them or make them ashamed.
Or Spain would kill him for makeing him feel the way he did. For being so desireable and making him sin.
Hellfire
Dark fire
Now Lovi, it's your turn
Choose me or
Your pyre
Be mine or you will burn
He sang it with newfound spirit, although tears still ran down his face. No matter the boy's choice, he would be Antonio's.
Spain would have what he wanted.
Either happiness, or an end to sin.
Kyrie Eleison (Lord have mercy)God have mercy on him
"Please, forgive him. He's mine..." He prayed silently.
Kyrie Eleison (Lord have mercy)God have mercy on me
"And forgive me. But I can't let him continue to tempt others in such a way."
Kyrie Eleison (Lord have mercy)But he will be mine
Or he will burn!
He finished his song and left the church, and headed for Italy. South Italy to be more precise.
"You brought me in, beautiful demon. But now, you'll never leave me."
Author's notes:
So, yeah. Probably not historical at all.
It was probably a bit OOC, but this was showing a more darker side of Spain.
Let me know how it was.
And yes, I wrote the changed lyrics to Hellfire all on my own.
Speaking in which, Hellfire is from Hunchback of Notre Dame. If you think I own that or Hetalia, you are very stupid.