Chapter two:

I decided to spend the night with the bastards. It's not like I wanted to run the risk of being fucking raped, but since we were going to get up and keep looking it would be stupid to go home. It was early in the morning again and we all headed out, this time going in three different directions and checking with no pattern or plan. It was a fucking stupid idea, but we had no clue where the hell he was. So this was our fucking last resort. I checked every store, motel, and park in a three mile radius. We knew he had to be in town, so we called a bunch of friends. We asked a bunch of store clerks, even teachers that were out and about. No one had seen him. A couple of his other friends came and helped look, although they spent the time that they could be fucking looking to nag me about whether or not I cared. I had put up with this for so long. I acted like I didn't hear. But I was fucking sick of it now. I yelled at each of them, but I finally got some fucking respect! I checked another grocery store and bought some tomato juice for breakfast. I finished checking another flower shop, and he wasn't there… this disappointment is getting fucking old. I sighed finishing the red beverage and throwing the can away.

"Antonio, where the fuck are you, you tomato loving bastard?" I called to no one in particular. I heard no reply and sighed again. There were so many of us searching that you would run into each other from time to time. I ran in to the rose bastard as he hung up his phone.

"Romano, neither Mathew nor Kumajiru has seen 'im." he reported. I nodded and looked down, feeling my heart sink to my stomach. Damn! It was already 9:30 am, we had been looking for four hellish hours. I sat down on the ground. What was I supposed to do anymore? It was more than just parking tickets that I needed that idiot for. He gave me someone to cook for. Somebody to watch movies with, he gave me somebody to talk to. He was a person that bothered to tell me there problems and have me listen. He was someone who bothered to listen to me… I put my head in my hands. I felt my eyes burn but I couldn't. I can't look like some stupid ass baby, especially in front of the wine, rose, whatever the hell kind of bastard he was! I had better things to do! I had to look for Tony. But… my legs wouldn't move. And my eyes shut tighter and tighter to fight the damned tears back. Tony… he was my only friend. He was the only one who gave a rat's fat ass. A few tears dripped on the pavement. I must have looked so pathetic. My body started to shake. No one cared, and the only one who did went missing! Fucking missing! France sat beside me. He wrapped an arm around my shoulders and whispered some dumb ass frenchy stuff into my ear.

"Mon ami?" Assuming he was talking to me I looked up. He gave me some sympathetic look.

"What the fuck do you want." a said pushing his arm off of me.

"You really did love 'im…'e is lucky." I look a little confused. No one ever called Tony 'lucky' to be dating me. They all thought he could do better. He let out a small chuckle. "'e found someone zat loved him, zat vas devoted. Zat pledged their undying loyalty to 'im. Kind of like a dog!" he laughed.

"Did you just call me a mother fucking dog…" he chuckles and stands up.

"Let us go get le dejuner, er… lunch." I nodded feeling my empty stomach growl. I stood up as well and we met the potato bastards at a restaurant.

"Hey over here!" Gilbert waved us over. Ludwig just pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Bonjour!" Francis greeted.

"What's up! Hey did you fi- hey Romano, have you been crying?"

"Shut the fuck up!" I retourted. Every one let out a little chuckle. I sat down and sunk into my chair while the nazi bastard got food. (I don't mean to offend anybody, I have blonde hair and blue eyes myself so I meant nothing by it.) I looked through my phone to see who we haven't fucking called. Then I see one name stand out… Feliciano.

"Hey, pervert bastard! Has anyone called Feli?"

"I take offence to zat; and no. We decided zat he would zink he saw him and waste time running us around in circles."

"Isn't that what we are already doing? This is the fourth fucking time I ran into you in a fucking hour. It couldn't get any fucking worse!" I dial the number and wait for the other end to pick up.

"Caio Lovino! Do-a you want some-a pasta?"

"Not now, idiota! Have you seen Tony?"

"Ohh! Yeah, he-a was on the roof of the school last night and didn't look good. He was bleeding really bad, so I-a took him to the-a hospital. The doctors said he was in something called a 'coma'. Oh Fratello, what's a co-" Feliciano didn't get a chance to finish his question, because I hung up sending a text to all the bastards that wasted time looking in the town. 'Damn, not even Feli's man-whore thought to check the hospital! I ran into the hospital and finally got his room number after cussing out the damn nurse. I raced in the room only to see Antonio in a coma. 'No No No!' I screamed in my head.

"Oh no… Antonio. You bastard…" I kneeled by his bed. I griped his almost lifeless hand and rested my head down, finally letting the tears fall. "Antonio… I'm so sorry. Please. You're not a bastard, I was all wrong." There was no response from him what so ever. Not a muscle moved or twitched. At this my heart sank , and the tears soaked his gown. They rolled down my cheeks onto the many tubes hooked to my Spaniard. The machine pumped his breath for him, and I heard the mechanical beeping of his heart rate monitor. The sterile smell, the… wait, what was that on his collar bone? I pull his gown back to see a bloody, gauze patched, 'x' carved deep across his chest. This broke me. My heart shattered into my chest, the emotional pain turning physical as the hollow void in my torso filled with horrible feelings. The tears could not be stopped. Paying no mind to the I.V.'s and tubes I gripped his now frail shoulders in my hands, my eyes swollen, red, and endlessly pouring out my pain. I didn't know what to do, or what to say. He did this to himself, because of me… At this thought, any fear of him leaving me or breaking my heart faded. I was being a dick, protecting my heart but subjecting his to eternal, cruel, torture in the process; a living hell. I could not stop my words, they flowed onward infinitely, no mind paid to my own well being.

"Please Antonio, come back! You idiot! I need you! I need you here with me damn it! I want you to come in at the wrong times and annoy me and jump into my shower! I want you to lecture me on my speeding tickets. I promise I won't cuss you out in the middle of the night and I'll never say no to sex! Please Tony! I'll do anythi-ing! Please, be okay! Please, come baaaack. Please come and live with me and never leave my side! I won't be able to do anything without you! I was a horrible person, I was a fucking blind dumbass! I was afraid you would leave me, I was afraid you would hurt me! But I was stupid! You were the only one, the only one that was ever there for me! You were always there caring for me. When you said you loved me, I didn't believe you, but I understand now! I believe you Tony! I love you with all my heart! I don't care if you believe me, or if you can even hear me! I'm telling you now! Antonio Fernandez Carriedo I love you more than anyone and I always will! I will tell you every day and make you hear it so much you get fucking sick of it! Tony I always have and will love you, so please… please come back." I rested my forehead on his the tears running down my face onto his now pale features, I was probably imagining the tears forming at the corners of his eyes. I took his hand in mine and rested my head on him, crying loudly in to his thigh. Finally my hand felt a weak squeeze. I looked up, my tears stopping for a split second, and see his eyes barely crack open. I smile and hug his hand.

"You heard me. As long as you don't leave my side, I won't leave yours." I sat on his bed and rested my head on his chest. I thought I was never happy, but I realize; I was only happy when I was with him.