Chapter 2- sweet, sweet cannoli

The weekend passed by far too quickly for Antonio's liking and now Monday was here with the promise of the two therapists, Kiku and Ludwig, who would take him away to his new house. The current situation had kept the Spaniard up, tossing and turning, the night before with no remorse for his tired, aching body.

"Are you okay?" Bella questioned as she joined her brother at the kitchen table, a plate of waffles in one hand and syrup in the other. "You don't look so good," she added as she got two waffles off of the severing plate and moved them to her vacant one. Antonio yawned, stretched and took a drink of his coffee.

"I'm fine, I just didn't sleep very well last night," he answered after quenching his thirst. Bella gave him a look that told him she saw right through him. "What? I really didn't sleep well last night," he said again, this time with a tinge of fear.

"Okay, I'll buy that, but that's not the only thing that's bothering you," she interrogated. Antonio scratched the back of his head and tried to think of what to say.

"Nothing is wro-"

"Antonio Fernandez Carriedo, do not sit there and lie to my face," Bella vocalized, cutting him off. A look of guilt advanced over her brother's face and he looked away from her.

"Lo siento, I'm just nervous about living with someone who isn't family. Not to mention the fact that he already hates me," Antonio sighed. Bella casted him a sympathetic look and hugged him tight.

"Now how could anyone hate you? You're sweet, generous, a bit ditsy, but innocent in many ways that others aren't," the blonde noted with a smile.

"Lovino met España first so I don't think he really cares what I'm like. All he sees is some guy that tried to get in his pants," sighed Antonio.

"It will be okay, maybe you'll be better when you come back," his sister reassured him. "Oh, I almost forgot," Bella said abruptly, rushing over to the fridge and returning shortly after with a box that looked like it could have held about six donuts or so. Antonio raised his brow in question and Bella grinned, opening the top of it to disclose its contents.

Antonio's face illuminated as he gazed into the box filled with cannoli. He picked one up and eagerly bit into it, its sweet essence flooding his mouth as the shell gave in with a nice crunch. It was perfect, just like he remembered. "They're amazing Bella, they taste just like mama's," he approved with a grin then took another bite of the treat. Bella blushed slightly at her brother's comment.

"Do you really mean that? I mean, I used her recipe but no one can make cannoli like she did," the blonde said with admiration. Antonio smiled and handed her one.

"You can and she would be very proud of you," replied the Brunette as he scarfed down another. Bella laughed as some of the filling fell out, landing on his crotch. Antonio shrugged, swiped it up with his finger and stuck it in his mouth. There was no need to waste it.

"Uh, you might want to go change pants before someone gets the wrong idea," Bella snickered, taking a bite of her own cannoli. Antonio raised a brow in confusion and looked down at his pants. There was a white spot where the filling had fallen. Most people would have understood what the girl was talking about but he still didn't get it.

"It's just a little bit of filling, it's not a big deal or anything," responded Antonio with a shrug and a drink of his coffee.

"No, Antonio, it looks like cu-" Bella stopped short as the doorbell rang signaling the arrival of a guest, two in this case. Antonio looked in the direction of the door and bit his lip nervously.

"Well, I guess it's time for me to go," he announced and slid the box over to his sister.

"Take them, I made them for you and your room mate," she said with a smile and pulled her older brother into a tight hug.

"Gracias," he said as he pressed a light kiss to her crown. Then, grabbing the box of cannoli and his two duffle-bags, he headed out the door.

"Good morning ," the brunette greeted. Antonio put on a fake smile as he walked to his Jeep, its vermillion paint tainted with mud.

"Buenos dias," retorted the Spaniard, a bit shocked to find only Kiku in his yard. "Do you want a cannoli?" He asked holding out the box. The Asian shook his head softly.

"No thank you," he replied with a smooth, soft voice. Antonio shrugged and placed the box in his passenger seat.

"Okay so where is my new house?" He questioned with more excitement than he felt.

"Just follow me and I'll take you there," the man replied, climbing into his little silver Pontiac.

"Sir Yes sir," chanted the Spaniard, starting his engine with a satisfied grin.

As the two drove on to their destination Antonio couldn't help thinking about his new roommate. Truth be told, Antonio had never been so nervous to see someone. He didn't know the guy at all and their first meeting didn't go so well; neither did their second. What if the man really hated him? Or worse, what if España took over and tried to hurt him? There was no telling what his alternate would do to the little Italian if giving the chance.

"No, I won't let anything happen to him... I'll stay in control the whole time then nothing will happen to him," the Spaniard reassured himself with a nod. Yes, that's what he would do to protect Lovino from his other side... To protect everyone.

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Lovino let out an annoyed groan as he came face to face with his new roommate. "Just great, I was hoping you wouldn't show your ugly face but I guess not," he huffed placing his bags on the floor. "God, just looking at you makes me sick," he grumbled as he stood up straight and looked at the Spaniard.

To be honest, the man wasn't that ugly, far from it actually. He had smooth sun kissed skin that molds to a rather muscular body. Ample, somewhat chapped lips that were set in a smile despite the Italian's harsh words. A mess of auburn and chocolate infused locks sat atop his head, descending towards breathtaking emerald eyes that seemed to glisten a little. On the night that they supposedly met, his glazed over emerald eyes kindled unadulterated lust and transparent desire. But this time it was… completely contrary. They were lively; innocence and purity circulated in the green pools. He was gorgeous, like a Spanish Sex God but there was no way in hell Lovino would ever tell him that.

"Eh, yeah, sorry but I was sort of brought here and didn't have a say in it," recalled Antonio as he scratched the back of his head. Lovino didn't really hear what the man had said. He was still taking in his features but he was soon pulled back into reality by his not so pleasant brother.

"Fratello, you're staring," giggled Feliciano nudging his brother with a grin. Lovino turned a soft pink and quickly turned his gaze away from the Spaniard. "Aww~ you like him don't you?" He added with another nudge. Lovino turned with a look that could kill and buried his first into the smaller's stomach.

"Idiota, I would never like someone like him! And I wasn't staring!" defended Lovino before storming off up the stairs and to another part of the house.

Antonio watched him leave in puzzlement. "Did I do something?" He asked looking at Kiku for an answer. The brunette shook his head as he flipped through the file he was holding.

"Don't worry, you didn't do anything this time. He was most likely talking to Feliciano," answered Kiku as he pulled out a sheet of paper and handed it to Antonio. It was a picture of two young boys, twins, around the age of eight or nine.

"Is this Lovino and Feliciano?" question the Spaniard. Kiku nodded. "Then what you said doesn't make sense, Feliciano isn't here," replied Antonio with a confused look.

"You didn't read the sheet that Ludwig gave you, did you?" asked the brunette. Antonio bit his lip and shook his head. "Lovino has schizophrenia, and a minor case of psychotic depression to go along with his dissociative identity disorder. He often has hallucinations and delusions; Feliciano is the most common but sometimes he sees a white and brown cat as well as turtles."

"Turtles? I love turtles!" chimed the Spaniard with a blinding smile.

"Yes well Lovino isn't fond of them," replied Kiku. "I have to be going now, I have an appointment with someone in thirty minutes," the man announced as he made his way to the door, his file in hand. Antonio followed and opened the door for him with a smile.

"Wish me luck," Antonio piped jokingly as the man walked to his car. Kiku smiled slightly and waved goodbye.

Lovino stood at the top of the stairs, just out of the Spaniard's line of sight, listening to the man's soft sighs. He leaned against the wall, his heart aching a little. It wasn't the first time he heard people say that his brother was a hallucination but it still hurt to think that they might be right. But Feliciano had been with him his whole life, how could he not be real?

"Fratello, why are you crying?" The smaller asked, wiping away tears that had slipped down without Lovino's notice. Feliciano paused and watched his brother closely, anger slowly rising. "You don't actually believe them do you? You know I'm real don't you? I'm always here aren't I?" question after question poured out of the boy's mouth leaving no room for Lovino answer.

"Of course I know you're real... You're too damn annoying not to be," Lovino reassured. Feliciano's smile slowly began to reappear and the anger that was rising vanished. He kissed his brother on the forehead and danced off to one of the back rooms.

"Ve~ come look at this room," Feliciano called. Lovino let out a small sigh and rubbed the back of his neck.

"Uh, Lovino, did you decide what room you want?" Antonio asked putting his hand on the latter man's shoulder. The Italian jumped and let out a small yelp at his sudden presence.

"Goddamn it! You can't just go sneaking up on people! I could have killed you!" boomed Lovino, punching the Spaniard in the arm. Antonio scratched the back of his head, laughing softly.

"Lo siento. I didn't mean to scare you," the elder apologized before holding out the small box of cannoli. "Would you like a cannoli?" He offered with a smile. Lovino gazed at them, unsure if they were edible.

"You did something to them didn't you? You probably put some sort of drug in them," he accused with severely frozen eyes.

"What? Why would I do that?" Asked Antonio with a bewildered look. Lovino casted a bitter glare at him.

"Because you're after my ass," Lovino quipped bluntly, causing Antonio to turn a bright red.

"I...I promise I didn't do anything to them," the Spaniard faltered, reassuring him. Lovino watched him for a moment longer before grabbing one of the small pastries. He couldn't help but let out a soft moan as he bit into it. It was honestly one of the best he'd had since his mom died.

"Where did you get these?" He asked, noticing the polka-dotted box.

"My sister made them for us," answered Antonio with a smile. At least Lovino like something, even if it wasn't him. "Uh, Lovi, you have some on your mouth," he pointed out before swiping it up with his finger and licking it off like he had done earlier that morning when some landed on his pants.

Lovino turned a deep red and his body began to tingle in a weird way. Not long after, he could feel his Jeans tighten a bit. What the fuck was wrong with him?! "What the hell was that?" He asked jerking away. Antonio cocked his head to the side like a confused puppy.

"It was only cannoli cream," answered the Spaniard. Lovino bit his bottom lip in frustration and tore his gaze away from the man.

"F-fucking bastard..." faltered the Italian as he walked away, leaving a very confused Antonio standing in the hallway.

I'm sorry this one took so long my beta was on vacation and then my internet got shut off. -.- I'll try to update whenever I can but it might take longer that usual. Anyways I hope you enjoyed this chapter even though it was short, Drop a review! :D