The Italian leapt from the uncomfortable hospital bed he was previously laying on. He pulled out the tubes attached to the Spaniard's skin roughly and messily even though he knew that he would pay for it later. Though he was surprised that the tan man had not been woken up by the rough treatment, he had no time. He grabbed an oxygen mask and attached one end of a long clear tube to an oxygen container and opened the nozzle to let the air flow through the tube. Romano opened the cupboard under the sink and crawled in. He closed the doors leaving a small gap so the gas inside the tube would easily go into the mask. He placed the mask over Antonio's nose and mouth just as the door opened letting Juliet and Turkey into the small doctor's office.
Lovino froze, silently praying to god that neither Spain nor he would be found.
"How could you have not seen him? He's with you almost constantly." Romano identified that as Turkey's voice even thought it was not hard to tell the two apart. Juliet's was sweet and warm and caring while Turkey's was loud and a threat was hidden under each of his words. Not to mention that Turkey's voice was a lot deeper than Juliet's.
"Look, I haven't seen him since before you asked for him yesterday afternoon." Juliet informed and Romano could hear her across the room messing with something in the cupboards.
"Do you have any idea where he might be then?" Turkey asked and Romano could tell he was getting frustrated from the tone of his voice.
There was a small moment of silence and Romano assumed that Juliet was thinking about possible answers for the question. "He might be getting something to eat. You said that he wasn't there for dinner last night." She said thoughtfully, "Or did you try his room, maybe?"
"I tried both of those places." Turkey said abruptly before she finished her sentence.
Romano heard Turkey's heavy footsteps coming closer. His heartbeat increased with every step he took until he thought it might pop out of his skin. The dark haired Italian hoped that the Turk would not be able to hear it. As the footsteps stopped in front of the cupboard he was in, Romano held his breath waiting for the doors to open and the two of them would be found. Spain would be killed; there was no doubt in his mind of this. And he would be severely punished if not killed himself. Juliet would face the consequences as well.
He unconsciously tightened his grip on Spain as he heard something brush against the doors. Romano closed his eyes tightly, preparing for the worst.
Click.
Romano cautiously opened one eye but he saw nothing but darkness. He reached out to where the door was and gently pushed against it only to find that it wouldn't budge.
'Well,' Romano thought, 'it's better than getting caught.'
He could vaguely hear Turkey and Juliet talking but since the doors had been closed it was hard to make out words. He did he best to attempt to do so anyway until he felt something brushed against him. The small movement increased to flailing and struggling.
"Can't… breathe…" Romano was able to make out the soft words and quickly pulled the oxygen mask off of the Spaniard's nose and mouth.
Antonio took a moment to catch his breath before talking. "Lovino?" he asked.
Spain tried to get into a more comfortable position but it only ended up with him hitting his head off the top of counter.
"Ouch!" The man with curly brown hair would have exclaimed loudly if Romano hadn't slapped his hand over his mouth.
Romano could hear the bottles over top of them topple over and slide around. One of them rolled into the sink with a loud 'Clang'. The Italian pulled Spain close to him.
"Sta 'zitto." He muttered in Italian to the older man.
Spain nodded against him and kept quiet.
"What was that?" Romano heard Turkey ask.
Juliet said something and messed around with the bottles above them but Romano could not make out what she had said. The room became silent for a long moment and the Italian felt that nothing good was coming to come because of it. He listened as a bottle was lifted off of the counter and a few seconds later the sound of glass shattering filled the room. A few pieces fell onto the tile floor and the room was filled with a pained cry.
Heavy footsteps retreated from the room and the door was shut loudly.
"Juliet!" Romano called banging on the door as soon as the door shut.
He got no reply from her and kicked at the door roughly.
"The door is locked Romano. Remember?" Juliet said softly, "We couldn't find the keys."
"Yeah and I had to pick the lock." I said planting another kick on the door, "Are you OK?"
Juliet was quiet for a moment. "I'm fine Romano."
Another kick and punch landed on the door. "Did he hurt you?" He asked.
Lovino waited for a few minutes before calling out to her again. "Juliet?" he asked worriedly.
"Juliet!" He kicked the doors with more strength than he meant to and sent one of them flying off of the hinges.
He crawled out quickly and rushed over to his friend.
She smiled at him. "I'm fine, see?" Romano grabbed her hand that she held by her chest.
"That bastard." He hissed looking at her blood and glass covered hand, "Go sit down."
"I'll be fine really." She argued.
"Go sit down!" he yelled rummaging through the cupboards.
She sighed and sat down on one of the beds in her office. "What about your friend?" she asked looking at the now broken doors under the sink.
"Hey Tomato Bastard!" he called.
"Si?"
"He's fine." Romano said grabbing some bandages and a pair of tweezers.
He sat down next to Juliet and grabbed her injured hand. He picked out the pieces of broken glass with the tweezers gently and let them drop to the floor. He would clean them up later. It was silent except for the noise the glass made as it hit the floor until Juliet decided to break it.
"Turkey," she started, "he is upset with you."
"So? What else is new?" he pulled grabbed a fairly large piece of glass with the tweezers and pulled but was surprised when it stayed put.
"Ouch, Romano. That hurts." She informed wincing.
"I'm sorry." He apologized quickly.
She nodded. "Please don't go."
With a rather violent tug the piece of glass left her skin. "Sorry." Romano muttered quickly, "You know I have to."
Romano got up to get some disinfectant but came back quickly.
"No you don't." Juliet said as he poured the liquid over the cuts on her hand.
It bubbled slightly and dripped to the floor. "Yes I do." He argued.
"You could leave."
Romano wiped the remainder of the disinfectant off and wrapped the bandages around her hand. "How could I leave? It's not possible unless you're sent out to fight." Romano inquired.
"Run away."
"Are you kidding me? We'll get shot." He exclaimed.
Juliet shook her head. "No you go. It'll be easier to escape if there's only one person." She explained.
Romano tied the bandage. "I'm not leaving either of you." He said walking over to the sink and forcing the other door open.
He pulled Spain out and set him on the bed. "Juliet meet Spain, Spain meet Juliet."
"Ow, Lovi, you could have been gentler." The Spanish man grinned.
Romano said nothing as grabbed a broom from the corner and swept up the glass.
Spain pouted slightly and turned his attention to the young girl that Romano called Juliet. "Antonio Carriedo." He said extending his hand towards her.
"Juliet Kariin." She said as she shook his hand.
Romano dumped the broken glass into the trashcan and walked to the door.
"Please don't go." Juliet begged just before his hand grabbed the door knob.
Romano opened the door and rushed out quickly muttering a soft "I'm sorry."