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So today was my English test! One of the questions was: "Although tomatoes are mostly used in Southern Italian cooking, they are to Spain.
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I guess it's time to start this failchapter now! X3 I think there's some...fluff? D3RP
~ME NO OWN HETALIA OTHERWISE IT BE CALLED ROMANOTALIA WHICH IS A RETARDED NAME~
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"Mhm..." Little Lovi mumbled in his sleep, having rolled off the bed long ago. He, for some reason, perhaps his dreams, thought the hardwood floor was a pie and proceeded to lick it. Spain walked in to find Lovi, asleep, licking the floor.
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He didn't say a word, resisting the urge to laugh his Spanish ass off. Instead, he picked the small Italian up and set him on the bed, shaking him gently.
"Lovi...?" He whispered, and smiled as Lovino's eyes opened a bit. Lovino, however, upon opening his eyes to a grinning Spaniard, screamed and jumped back.
"Wh-wh-w...who ARE you?" He cried, close to the verge of tears. Spain shushed him, holding his hands up to show he was not a threat. Lovi quickly calmed down, wiping the small tears from his eyes. Spain smiled and set his hands on the bed.
"I'm...Antonio. I'm going to take care of you...it's alright. I won't hurt you or anything..." He said gently, then holding out his hand to the small boy. "Come on. You need a bath, mi tomate." He said, leading the shaking child to the large, oversized tub in the bathroom.
Filling it with water, the Spaniard smiled at the Italian.
"Okay, so I'm gonna leave...here's the soap," He pointed to the bar on the side, "And there's the shampoo. I'll leave you to it, then." He said, smiling at the Italian pulled the ragged shirt off. His eyes widened at the number of bruises the child beared. It looked very painful and although it was mostly covered in dirt, he could easily tell they were bad.
"Lovi...how did you get those?" He asked calmly, trying to not freak. Lovi looked away.
"I...my papa...he's not a nice man. He gets mad at me a lot and when he's mad, he kicks me...when he's drunk he punches me." The Italian's eyes filled with tears. "H-he doesn't like me much...not since mama died. I was home alone with her and...she had a heart attack. H-he...he blamed me...!" His streaming tears escalated to sobs, as he fell to his knees and sobbed into his arms.
Spain, now heartbroken for the young child, kneeled down by him and wrapped a slow, careful arm around him. He held him close until the child stopped crying. Lovi sniffled.
"I-I'll...take my bath now, Mr. Antonio..." Lovi whispered, shaking in slight fear. He was frightened of the Spanish man, as his papa was also Spanish. Spain, since he couldn't read the atmosphere worth a DAMN, nodded and walked out, leaving the child to himself.
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About a half an hour later, Spain walked into the bathroom only to see...BUBBLES. Everywhere. Filling the room and, looking around, Spain saw a laughing Lovino with a towel around him running around, playing through the barrade of bubbles. Spain could barely hold back his laughter as he ran into the fog of soap to find the source and cut it off, much to the disappointment of the small Italian.
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An hour later, Spain had fixed the bubbles and Lovi had gone to his temporary bedroom to get dressed in the clothes Spain had gone out earlier with Italy and purchased.
Come dinnertime, Lovi had come downstairs and walked into the kitchen, having gotten lost multiple times in such a large home. He was dressed in a large, green t-shirt and a small pair of denim shorts, with small sandals and his hair all clean and brushed, minus the stray curl of defying gravity-ness. He had managed to cover the majority of the bruises with the clothes, although a few poked out on his legs, arms, and neck.
Spain looked around his shoulder at the italian as he worked over the stove to finish dinner.
"Lovi, you can sit at the table, I'll have dinner ready in a few minutes. Feliciano will be down here soon, si? He had to...finish cleaning the bathroom from the...bubble fiasco."
Lovi faked a smile as the Spaniard turned back to the stove. Lovi went and sat down in a seat, kicking his legs back and forth. He didn't think the Spaniard would be quite as mean as his papa, but that didn't mean he couldn't be. His papa was really nice, up until his mama passed. That's when the beatings started, and they soon escalated into him getting days without food, being locked in his room for weeks, and having to slave, doing menial labor.
He decided that he would stay wary. If the Spaniard showed any signs of anger, he would be out before you could say 'scary'.
Spain pranced back into the room, covered in soot, laughing awkwardly and rubbing the back of his head.
"We...had a slight issue with dinner! So...just tomatoes~!" He sang, handing the Italian a red fruit. The Italian looked at it for a moment before handing it back and wiping his hands off onto his shirt.
"I...I-I'm sorry, Mr. Antonio...I'm allergic to tomatoes..."
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AND THERE YOU HAVE IT LADIES GENTLEMEN AND OTHER WORLDY CREATURES
A CHAPTER
AND A SHOCK
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