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Back then, the fighting wouldn't have been a major factor; because long ago, one little Italian held close ties with the mafia, and now that he was breaking away...
This all had to stop.
For the last hour and a half, Antonio had been in a raging war against Belgium, yelling back and forth about something stupid, the Italian assumed. All he knew was that they never fought like this. Antonio was close to everyone, so when someone got in his way to the point of him snapping... That was pretty serious.
Now things were being thrown, curses leaving their lips as both tried to win the argument. But, it seemed as though neither of them were getting anywhere. As soon as one would say something intelligent, the other would bring them down and the circle would roll back around again. It was making Romano sick. Didn't they have something better to do?! Lovino knew that he did. Antonio had dragged Lovino to Alice's house, that way he could confront her about something he had to do. (This 'something' Antonio refused to tell Lovino about).
Minutes passed. Another scream. An hour, a defeated sigh, an hour and a half, another argument.
Finally, the Italian stood from his seat, glaring holes into the door as he pushed it open, seeing both parties pause in their argument to stare over at the angry boy.
Antonio was the first to speak in order to break the silence, eyes softening, "Romano, por favor, go sit back down outside. We are almost done."
Continuing to walk forward, Lovino crossed his arms, narrowing his amber eyes, "What is'a going on in here. Speak'a now."
Romano couldn't help but notice Spain give Belgium a look that said, 'Tell him and I'll kill you'. But that look was ignored by the blonde female and she smiled, leaning over his way.
"He didn't tell you, eh? That doesn't surprise me." Shooting a glare Antonio's way, she continued.
"I was simply explaining to him that if he goes into this war against France, he will die. And-"
"And nothing. You are done speaking." Antonio cut her off quickly, stepping in front so he could get down on one knee, his hand on Lovino's shoulder as an attempt to keep him listening. "Lo siento for not telling you about the war, but I didn't want you to worry, amor."
A war? Antonio was going into a war? With what weapons? His economy was in the shit-hole right now, so how did he expect to win?!
"What are you'a thinking, cazzo?!" He shouted back, giving the taller man's shoulder a rough shove as he stepped back, "You have'a no army! You'll die! Esta muerto! Is that'a what you want? At least America has an military!" For some reason... This anger was boiling over in his chest, causing him to shake. But... Why was he so angry? That Spain didn't tell him? That Spain was going to die?
"Romano... That is not the point. France declared war already and there is nothing I can do. Nada."
Belgium remained off to the side, watching the two of them closely. Her eyes continued to shift from Antonio's face, to Lovino's, to the hand on the Italian's shoulder.
"Well, that's why I want you to give me full custody of Romano. In case you die, who else is going to care for him?"
Antonio stood up, eyes slanting even further now in anger, "I am not his father. You cannot have custody over him, because I do not own him. Romano is free as of right now. Boss is not holding him back. But I refuse to let you aid his country. I have plenty of money for the two of us. (both of us in Spanish), right Romano?"
Something that was in the Spaniard's eyes told him that he should say yes... But how could he when he knew that was a flat out lie? Not that he needed Spain's god damned monies.. But, if Antonio died, then nothing would come Lovino's way except for... Well. It didn't matter.
"I-"
Lovino was cut off by a horrible glare from Antonio, causing him to immediately shut his mouth.
"You don't know what's going on here, Roma. Por favor. I know what you are thinking."
This led Belgium to bust out in a grin, arms crossed over her chest, "Roma wants me to take care of him, isn't that right, chico~?" She asked, wrapping her arms around his neck, and pulling him into a tight hug.
Antonio stood from the position he was in on the floor, separating the two of them. "I will be seeing you."
And with that, Antonio left the room, dragging a very confused Lovino behind him. All Lovi knew was that Antonio wanted to go into a war with nothing, and that Belgium was almost certain that Toni was going to die, because why else would she want claim over him? And why in the hell were people trying to claim him?!
"Talk." Romano pulled the both of them to a stop once they got outside, making Spain face him. He didn't want it sugar-coated. He just wanted the truth. As soon as Antonio started though, Lovino knew he wasn't giving that to him.
"Well, her and I were having a (fight) about the war. But I'm not going to die, (I promise). And then there was some stuff about economies and.."
"No. Stop it, bastard. You know'a damn well what I was talking about. Why does she want'a 'claim' over me, eh? I'm not up for grabs."
Continuing to walk, though, at a much slower pace now, Antonio fiddled with the ring on his middle finger, attempting to form words in his mouth.
"I... I don't want to lose you, Roma. And I know that when I go into this battle, Spain will no longer exist. France may be weak, but right now.. I have nothing." He said, running his fingers through his dark hair, attempting to sound calm.
"Belgium wants to be the 'Spain' when I leave. Basically.. Like you see me now everyday... You will see her everyday."
Again, Romano was confused.
"...Romano. When I die, she wants to conquer Northern and Southern Italy.. And take you for herself."