A/N: I read a confession sort of thing once, which was like a part of Romano's diary. And it was talking about how he was terrified of Spain because behind closed doors, he was still the same pirate, violent and cruel and Romano was always covered in bruises and stuff. And it was kind of inspiration for this part of the story. I think that Spain is a happy guy, but if he got really angry- if Romano pushed him over the line- he would just snap. And Romano wouldn't fight back, because Romano is a coward after all, and I think sometimes people forget that.

Again, English is my first language, not Spanish, nor Italian. So if the words are all wrong, I apologise. I didn't use Google translate; I just wrote them from what I remembered. And I am sorry for any other mistakes because seriously, I am so lazy and tired today because school has just started up again (I should be doing homework right now!), so I read it through twice and did a grammar/spellcheck.

Basically, don't read if you don't like blood, swearing, violence, sort of possessiveness, I guess.

This really is one of my darker stories ;_; I suppose I just enjoy writing things that are painful- and I enjoy writing things that are sexy, although I don't think I'll ever really combine the two xD

The song is 'Vicarious' by Tool.

Eh. I hope you enjoy reading it!

We won't give pause until the blood is flowing

Neither brave nor bold

The writers of stories sold

We won't give pause until the blood is flowing

I need to watch things die

From a good safe distance

Vicariously I live

While the whole world dies

You all feel the same

So why can't we just admit it?

Lovino walked into the house he shared with Antonio. The house was quiet. Lovino searched the lounge room but didn't find Antonio. So then he went to the kitchen. Antonio sat at the table, a coffee cup before him. He looked blank, unresponsive, and emotionless. His eyes were red, and puffy, as though he had been crying. He didn't look up at Lovino when he entered the room.

"Antonio? I can explain what happened. I just wanted-"

"Shut up." Antonito said plainly, his green eyes locking onto Lovino. Lovino frowned slightly; annoyed that Antonio had told him to shut up so rudely. "Wha-"

"Shut up!" Antonio threw the coffee cup to the ground, smashing it as he abruptly stood up. "Shut up, shut up, shut up! Just shut up!" He stormed over to Lovino, and Lovino naturally took a few steps backwards, eyes wide open in shock.

Sure, Antonio might have been a generally cheerful person. But he had history- a fearsome conqueror, a brutal pirate. Though he had mostly changed, those more violent sides of him still lay underneath, waiting for their moment.

And oh, they had found it.

"You disgust me, you whore!" Antonio growled lowly, and Lovino felt horror surge through him. Antonio seemed taller, somehow, much more intimidating than usual.

"How does that feel, Lovino? How does it feel to have someone talk to you like you're nothing but a piece of shit in their eyes? Huh?"

"Antonio, you're scaring me!"

Antonio grabbed the smaller boys collar, swiftly slamming him against the wall.

"Shut up, you little slut! What did you think you were doing, grinding all over Francis, huh? What the fuck did you think you were doing?!" Antonio shook him, hard. "That pervert doesn't care for you! The only thing he cares about is his dick, and shoving it in other people's territory!"

Lovino's back hit the wall again, and he felt pain in his shoulder.

"I'm sorry!" Lovino cried, tears spilling down his cheeks. Lovino was absolutely terrified. He had never seen Antonio so furious; his green eyes had darkened with rage.

Antonio released Lovino, but before Lovino could run, he felt a searing pain across his face. He had been dealt a hard backhand, which sent him tumbling to the floor.

"Sorry doesn't fix how I feel, Lovino. Think about it. And clean up that fucking mess." Antonio gestured to the glass and coffee spread across the tile floor. He left the room, and Lovino felt himself shaking all over. He was sitting back on his haunches, arms keeping him semi-upright. Blood dripped from his lips, onto the tiles where it mingled with his tears. He leaned against the wall, drawing in a stuttered breath. He hurt all over. His shoulder hurt, his face felt like it was throbbing, and there was an aching in his chest.

He just wanted to try things out. He just wanted to know what it was like to be with a boy. He had been so aroused, and Antonio had showed up out of nowhere and tried to steal Lovino away from his pleasure like Lovino was all his. Lovino hadn't meant to say the things he had, but he had opened his big mouth and there he was, crouched over, crying and bleeding on the kitchen floor…

Half an hour passed. Lovino crawled over to the broken glass. He began feebly picking up the sticky, coffee-covered pieces of glass. He gathered the pieces, and then looked over to the bin. It was too far away for him to go to. He was still all shaky and weak, and could not find the motivation inside of him. Inside he just put the glass back down in a neat pile and stared at it. He still had to clean the puddle…

Someone cleared their throat from the doorway. Lovino turned, and saw Antonio standing, watching him. Lovino let out a yelp of terror, trying to stand. He stumbled on his weak legs. Holding out his hands to break his fall, he was met with more pain. He had landed in the glass pile, cutting his left hand up. He tried to stand again, and caught the bench. His hand smeared blood on the clean bench top, but he didn't care. He just wanted to get away from Antonio, lest he should hit him again.

"Lovi! Oh, no, Lovi, you landed in the glass!" Antonio said with worry in his voice. He had calmed down, but Lovino was still filled with trepidation at the sight of the Spaniard.

"Lovi, please! Lo siento, I was mad. Please, Lovi, don't look at me like I am a monster…"

He walked over, and reached out to Lovino. Lovino cried out. "Don't touch me! No!"

Antonio looked like his heart had broken.

"Lovi, por favor, mi tomate… lo siento. Por favor…" Antonio pleaded, looking at Lovino with soft eyes. "I was upset, Lovi. I didn't mean to hurt you. I was just upset… That you were with Francis. And willingly, too. Please, Lovi, I don't want to hurt you. I want to help. I'll clean your face. Bandage your hand. I'll clean up the mess I made, too. Lovi, please, believe me…"

Lovino flinched as Antonio neared, but he didn't try to run again. Something in Antonio's voice told Lovino that he had calmed and was truly sorry. When Antonio was close enough to touch Lovino, he ran his fingers over the boys cheekbone. Lovino winced. Antonio's powerful hit had quick consequences on the boys soft, childlike skin. His eye was blackened, and his lip had split and bled rather badly.

"I just… wanted to try things out…" Lovino whispered, his voice shaking in fear that Antonio would get angry again. Antonio's brow furrowed. "You were getting curious about boys. You should have talked to me. I told you I would be there to tell you the things you wanted to know." Antonio's voice was firm, but not mad. He reached down for Lovino's left hand, and held it in both of his.

"Come, Lovi. We will go to the bathroom to clean you up." Antonio said gently. Lovino followed him up the stairs and into the bathroom, where Antonio sat Lovino down on the edge of the tub. He went to the medicine cabinet over the sink and took some bandages and some sort of liquid in a bottle. He knelt down before Lovino and said, "Run your hand under the water."

Lovino did as he was told, and then held his hand back out to Antonio. Antonio opened the bottle, and then splashed some of the contents onto Lovino's skin. A harsh stinging sensation flew through Lovino's nerves and he let out a howl of pain. He would have sworn, if he wasn't still crushed by terror.

"The pain will pass quickly. It's just killing all the germs so you don't get infected." Antonio explained. Lovino used his right hand to wipe stray tears from his cheeks. Antonio then unravelled some of the bandage, and began wrapping it around Lovino's hand. When he was done, he smiled up at the younger boy.

"There. All better. Now, let's clean your face."

Antonio gently dabbed Lovino's face with a damp cloth. When he was done, he leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to Lovino's cheek. Lovino allowed him to, once again due to his fear.

After that, Antonio went downstairs to clean his mess, and Lovino changed himself into his bedclothes. He slipped under his billowy bed sheets and closed his eyes tightly. He was in pain still, shaking from fear, but Antonio seemed to have forgiven him.

A/N: Ah, a short chapter. There is still more, so if anyone wasn't too turned off by this chapter and still wants more, be sure to let me know.

Please, no flames or hate or anything. Because seriously you were warned not to read it if you weren't into the genre sort of thing, and your hate will not be taken seriously by me if you still wasted your time reading something you probably knew you weren't going to like.

Also, I think that if Romano is seventeen here, and I said his brother was twelve… should he still be Chibitalia? Should I throw in some Holy Rome/Italy stuff? Hm. Let me know!

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AccioTintin~