He grinned at the picture before him. A smallish man with a curl scowled back.

My pretty Lovino.. His fingers stroked the frame. "Carlos!" He called out.

"Yes sir?"

"Bring him to me."

"Are you sure, sir?"

"Don't question me. Do it."

Antonio paced up and down the hallway for what seemed like an eternity. "What is taking him so long?!" he hissed. "I eliminated anything that would have gotten in the way." An image of a burning village with a pile of bodies flashed across his mind. He then thought about the time his best friends had teased about stealing Lovino for themselves. Not so funny now is it?! Antonio's cackling echoed in the empty hallway. He'll be so happy with me!" Antonio ran his fingers through his hair. "He'll be so happy to marry me!"

"Hey, what the fuck?! Let me go! What is this place?!"

He's here! My darling little Lovino is here. He quickly made his way towards the voice. Ah perfect. Just how I remember him. But wait! Is that a bruise?! He grabbed Lovino's face roughly. "Carlos, what is this?!"

"He struggled. I slapped him."

Antonio's eyes narrowed and he stood up reaching into his belt. "No one. Touches. MY. Lovino!" He impaled the other Spaniard's neck with a small jeweled dagger. Blood spewed from the wound and covered both Antonio and Lovino. The Italian cowered and glanced up at Antonio to see him already smiling down at him. "My Lovi…." He stroked the trembling man's cheek. "I've waited so long for you.."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

Antonio embraced him. "Do you like everything I've done for you?"

Lovino frowned. "W-what?"

"That village. No one will ever be mean to you again." Antonio's eye twitched. "And no one will ever ignore you for your brothers!" He picked Lovino up and sauntered down the hall into a dark room. Once a lit torch illuminated the room, his brothers' corpses became visible. "Do you like it? It's my wedding present to you! They'll never overshadow you ever again!"

Lovino wiggled out of the insane man's arms and threw up. "What do you want with me?!"

"Awh, are you sick? Let's put you to bed." He reached for Lovino again.

"Don't touch me! You're insane!" He slapped Antonio's hands away.

Antonio continued to smile. "Even cuter up close.." He muttered before successfully pulling Lovino into his arms. "Do not hit me. Or else I will have to punish you, mi amor." They went to the room next door. A huge bed sat in the corner. At the sides were little tables with baskets of fruit and wine. "Shall we?" Antonio laid him down on the bed and plucked a grape from the basket. "Say ahh." He whispered. Lovino didn't move, only glared.

"Don't be like that, Lovi." His disheartened face contorted into a wicked grin. Antonio crawled onto the bed and atop of the captured man. He pinned his arms above his head with one hand, and with the other he put the grape into his own mouth. He laughed and bent down, trying to kiss Lovi. Lovino struggled and barely evaded the Spaniard's attempts. Finally, Antonio sighed and pinched Lovino's jaw. After the long kiss, Antonio rolled away. And stood at the side of the bed. "Mmm you're even sweeter than my sweetest fruit." He licked his lips. "I'll be back in a few hours. Te amo, Lovino." He grinned and locked the bedroom door.