(So third chapter! Haven't checked reviews for the second one yet but I hope you all liked it! This chapter is rather long actually, I forgot how long it was before I started chapter four, this one includes angst and some violence. Backstory: Antonio's family is homophobic, so at some point or another some violence will occur, and yes- Portugal is in this. I don't know his character very well, but I've always wanted to a story where he was an abusive big brother. So here it is! ^^ Enjoy~)
Disclaimer: If I owned Hetalia, Spamano, Gerita, Fruck, Usuk, Prucan, Sufin and all those pairings would be real, with a side of Germancest XD (Beta approves of the Germancest)
Chapter Three
The next morning Antonio was the first to wake, the early morning sun shining through the curtains of the guest bedroom. After freshening up in the bathroom he headed downstairs, Lovino's ginger tabby following him, the endless meowing making the Spaniard giggle.
"Meow! Meooow!"
"Que~? Are you hungry?"
"Puuuurrr~"
"I'll take that as a si~"
He looked around for the cat food, and when he found none he sighed.
"Well if you don't eat cat food what do you eat?"
"Tomatoes….." Antonio jumped.
"Y-You can talk!?"
"No idiota! Look up!" Looking up, he saw Lovino in the doorway, his tomato boxers sagging slightly. He wore a little pout on his face.
"Ah! Lovi! I thought kitty could talk for a second!" Lovino shook his head.
"No you moron…cats can't talk, and this one eats tomatoes." Picking up a small tomato from a basket on the counter he handed it to the cat, who sniffed it before eating it, mewling happily.
"Told you," Lovino stated.
"Guess he likes tomatoes, just like his owner~" he smiled.
"Oh shut up, go sit down while I make breakfast…"
Antonio shook his head,"No Lovi~, you go sit down, I want to cook something!"
Lovino raised an eyebrow, "Why?"
"To repay you!" he exclaimed. Sighing, Lovino sat at the kitchen table. Getting some ingredients out, Antonio turned on the stove. He cracked two eggs into a bowl, beating them with a whisk.
From the table Lovino watched, a small blush rising on his cheeks. Watching Antonio cook brought back old memories. On his thirteenth birthday, the Spaniard had come over to celebrate the day with him, he had cooked them some paella and chocolate cake and it was delicious. He had been forgotten that year.
Snapping back to reality, Lovino saw an omelet being handed to him on a plate, he took it gently.
"Grazie….Tomato Bastard."
He heard the other giggle, "Oi, what the hell is so funny!?"
Antonio smiled at him, causing the young Italian to blush more, "You called me a Tomato Bastard., I missed that~"
Sitting down with his breakfast the Spaniard chuckled, reached across the table to poke Lovino's face, "Hm~ But if anyone here is a tomato I think it's you Lovi! Your face is red like one!"
The Italian blushed redder, "J-Just eat your damn omelet…." he muttered, taking a bite and secretly enjoying the meal.
"How is it?" he heard the other ask.
"….Good. It's pretty good." Lovino replied, not making eye contact.
"Really!? That's a relief!" Antonio purred.
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"So~ How did it go?"
"How did what go, idiot?"
"Your date with Antonio!"
"It was NOT a date dammit!"
Lovino had gone to visit his little brother, leaving Antonio to do what he wanted.
"Well then, what was it?" Feliciano asked.
"It was just me giving him dinner so he wouldn't starve!" he huffed.
"Ve~, that was awfully kind, fratello~" he smiled. Lovino sighed and sat next to Feliciano on the beige couch.
"Aw, what is it?"
"Nothing, just tired…" Lovino was very confused.
"Is it Antonio?" Feliciano questioned softly.
"Yes…."
"What about him?"
Lovino stayed silent for a bit, wondering how to phrase it, "I'll try to put it simply. That bastard makes me feel funny! I feel hot and my stomach feels weird…..it's starting to piss me off!"
Feliciano laughed, "Lovino~, you're Italian, si? And you don't know what this feeling is?"
The elder of the two looked down in embarrassment, "I have an inkling as to what it might be…..but it can't be true, it doesn't make sense! Sure I didn't see the idiota for two years but we still spoke through text and email at least once a month! How is this different!?"
His brother only chuckled in response, "It's amouuuuur Fratello~, you can't deny it."
Lovino huffed, "I do NOT love a Tomato Bastard like him!"
"Then why did you help him?"
"B-Because I could dammit!"
"Not because he gave you something in return?"
"No!"
"Not because you just wanted to see him?"
"No…"
"You're blushing~"
"Dammit!" The Italian took a deep breath. Okay; maybe he still did have a little crush on the Spaniard. But who wouldn't!? His skin was flawless, his eyes were bright, that smile made anyone's day and his personality was amazing. Of course Lovino would have a tiny crush on him!
"Alright, maybe it's a little crush! I bet it'll probably fade within two months. Besides, he could do better than me."
Feliciano smiled, "Fratello is growing up~! I'll go make cake to celebrate!"
With that he skipped off, leaving behind a very confused and frustrated Lovino.
"Fucking fratellino, that didn't help me out at all….." Sighing, he let his head fall back against the couch, closing his eyes. Ah, I can't love him, it wouldn't be right, he deserves better…..His phone vibrated, picking it up he answered it;
"Ciao?"
"Hola…"
Lovino blinked, "You still have my number?"
"Si, I never got rid of it."
A small smile graced his features.
"Um, I'm at home now, my brother is coming to visit," Toni said nervously.
Lovino caught a hint of fear in his voice, "Will you be okay? Do you need me to come over?"
"N-No! No, I'll be fine, gracias~" Antonio hung up before Lovino could protest.
"Fratello?" Feliciano called.
"Si?"
"Who was that?"
"Antonio…."
"And?"
"Alvarez is visiting him…"
"…..Oh, w-well come help me?" Lovino nodded.
Both brothers knew of Antonio and Alvarez's violent relationship. Poor Antonio never fought back. Slipping on an apron, Lovino started mixing the batter, quickly deciding he wasn't hungry anymore.
"Will he be okay?" he heard Feliciano whisper.
"….I don't know. We can only hope, fratellino. Hopefully Alvarez and Antonio are over their differences and won't fight." He heard the oil can spray over the cake pan, slicing the silence. The cake was quickly in the oven, and the two sat at the table, silent and thinking, worrying and praying.
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That night, as Antonio sat on the red couch in his apartment, he kept looking toward the door in worry. Any minute now Alvarez would arrive. He had sounded nice on the phone, but the Spaniard's stomach felt tight and sick, he knew something was going to happen. His family often sent people to talk to him, to 'cure' him, to make him love someone else. "I'll never love anybody but Lovino." He stated that clearly the last time someone had visited. His father had not been happy. "I see. I knew that idiotic Italian was bad news, that whole family is full of THEM. If I had known I wouldn't have let you meet." Antonio grit his teeth at the memory. Never meeting Lovino? Why couldn't his family understand? It didn't matter…Shaking his head, Antonio sighed.
"Mios Dios…I feel that tonight won't end well…" A knock came at the door. Getting up and taking a deep breath he made his way over, opening the door slowly. A tall, tan man was on the other side.
"Irmao~"
"H-Hola~" Antonio said with a strained smile.
"You've grown a little, I see. How's life?"
Antonio let him inside, shutting and locking the door, "Bueno~. I have a job in the UN as the representative of Spain since I was born there~ . How are you?"
Alvarez smirked, taking a seat on the couch. Antonio on the other hand, was too jumpy to sit anywhere, "Me? Ah just wonderful, with the inheritance from mom and dad and all. It was yours but you know how it goes in our family. My house is grand, the company is running well, my wife is as beautiful as ever~"
Antonio smiled- he was glad their music company was still going strong, "Well that's great! Tell Maria I said hi si?"
"I will! Oh, that reminds me, how's Bella- oh wait, you're not with her anymore." Antonio's heart dropped into his stomach. He had begun to think Alvarez would be kind. Here it comes….
"That Italian, how is he?"
"W-Well, Alvarez, c-could we leave Lovino out of this?"
Alvarez stood up, his glare intensifying, "Por que? Don't you want to be reminded of what you are?"
Antonio flinched, "I'm not a what…I'm a who Alvarez, I'm a person. I know who I am." He made eye contact with his older brother, biting his lip when he saw the anger and shame in his eyes.
"Mae e Pai did the right thing, getting rid of you. We don't want anybody infecting our family….."
"H-Hermano please, leave it alone!"
Alvarez pushed him, a scowl settling on his face, Antonio grew afraid. His brother looked just like their father did at these times, "No! I won't! Father couldn't change you, Mother couldn't cure you, Rosa sure didn't do shit because she's too caring, so I'm taking it upon myself to rid you of this, this…..this mental condition you have!"
Antonio took a deep breath, he could feel the anger pooling in his stomach, "It's not a condition Alvarez, there are lots of people like me, we're accepted for the most part, society just can't understand why we are the way we are. Give it time," he explained calmly.
"The bible says Adam and Eve not Adam and Steve!" his brother spat back.
"The bible has nothing to do with this!" Antonio shot at him.
"Well it's wrong!"
Antonio glared at the wall, the green in his eyes intensified by anger, "No, it's not wrong! Love is love, the gender doesn't matter. Why must you all bully me? I thought we were family!" Before he knew it, Antonio was on the ground, his cheek stinging. Bringing a hand up, he felt the usual numbness take over.
"Bully? We're trying to help you! Antonio Fernandez Carriedo, there is a difference between Love and Lust and all of your kind is full of Lust!"
"That's not true!" Standing up, Antonio clenched his fists. He couldn't hit back, because if he did, he wouldn't be able to stop. All the anger his family had built up inside of him would explode, and Alvarez would sue him.
"Stop denying it!" Alvarez yelled, and a punch to the face followed.
"You're horrible! A disgrace to carry the Carriedo name! You belong with a women!" Another punch, right to the eye. Antonio didn't block in time.
"You don't deserve our parents' love! Because of what you are, a slut!" Antonio was thrown to the ground, his heart hurting from the insults.
"How many men have you slept with, whore!?" Sitting up, Antonio took a deep breath. looking up he glared back, his emerald eyes full of a raging fire.
"None," was all he said. He wanted to save himself, there was no way he'd go around sleeping with every good looking man he saw.
"You're a fucking liar!" And Alvarez leapt again. Antonio spaced off, he figured out long ago that as long as he didn't fight back or run away, Alvarez would finish quickly. Insults flew his way, he heard them loud and clear, but he gave no physical response to them. He felt every punch, kick and scratch that was place along his body, he heard himself let out a gasp of pain at one point but he didn't care. This happened all the time. Nobody ever tried to stop it. The Spaniard just kept picturing Lovino and how happy the Italian made him.
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It was around ten at night. Lovino sat at home, the radio playing in the background and TV on. He hated silence, silence was unnerving to him. He kept trying to find a comfortable position, his stomach hurting. Something had happened, and he was worried despite how many times he said 'the Tomato Bastard can take care of himself at 25..'
"God dammit….." he muttered as he stood up. He grabbed his cell off the charger pressing speed dial and waiting. When the heard someone pick up he sucked in a breath.
"H-Hola~" A cough sounded. Shit….
"Antonio, are you okay?"
"Si o-of course!" Lovino was not convinced.
"You don't sound fine….what did that bastard do?"
"Who?"
"Alvare-"
"Nada!" Lovino could feel a scowl making its way onto his face.
"I'm coming over." Hanging up, he grabbed his keys and got into his car. He drove quickly, down the road and onto the highway, hoping he would find an unscathed Antonio when he got there.
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Making his way down the hall, Lovino knocked on the door, then realizing it was slightly ajar, he went it.
"Antonio?" he called out. There was no response, but the Italian could sense a tense feeling in the air.
"Tonio! Answer me, dammit!" Shuffling was heard and a head popped up from the couch. Approaching it, Lovino noticed Antonio was covered in bruises, with a large black eye.
"Hehe, hola~! I fell."
"Bullshit. Alvarez hurt you."
Sadness shone in his eyes. Even if his face was smiling, Lovino could see it, an overwhelming sadness that he refused to let out. It shone brightly in those pools of green, like dew drops on morning grass.
"W-We just got into a little argument…"
Sitting next to Toni, he appraised his injuries. Black eye, bruises on arms, bleeding lip.
"….S-Stay there, you moron."
Walking past him, he looked for a first aid kit, after finding it in the nightstand of all places, he returned.
"Take off your shirt. I need to treat you…"
Antonio looked confused for a bit, but soon complied. Slipping his green button down off he looked down, his face a little red from the situation they were in. Moving towards him, Lovino put some anti-swelling ointment on the large bruises on his chest. He felt the other shiver at the cold touch. Soon he moved up to the, lip dabbing a wet paper towel on it to clean it.
"Fight back….." he whispered.
Antonio chuckled and shook his head, "I can't. I will never hit someone of my own blood." The ointment dried quickly, making the man shiver. Grabbing a blanket, he wrapped it around himself.
"Gracias~"
Lovino huffed, "S-Si, whatever."
The two sat in silence, both blushing slightly. Lovino scooted a bit closer, suddenly wanting to feel nearer to the Spaniard. Feeling the couch shift, Antonio glanced at the other. He took a risk and put his arm around the other, wrapping him in the blanket as well.
"W-What are you doing?"
"Hehe, keeping you warm silly~"
"Hmph…." Lovino crossed his arms, unconsciously leaning into Antonio.
"….I missed you, idiot…." Antonio smiled.
"I missed you too~" Opening his eyes, Lovino glanced up at the other.
"Now stop getting hurt, bastard…." Antonio chuckled, pecking his cheek.
"Okay~" Blushing bright red as he noticed what he had done, he bit his lip and looked away.
"Ah….L-Lo siento…."
"I-It's fine, I'm not bothered by it." More silence enveloped the two, as they slowly turned to face each other, gazing into each other's eyes: one pair cautious, yet full of golden brown fire, the other pair soft and full of fiery green passion.
Before Antonio could stop himself he leant forward and connected their lips, moving them softly against the others. Lovino sat there in shock, not comprehending anything, then his brain clicked. Closing his eyes, he returned the kiss, slowly yet full of passion. The two didn't know how they got here, they just knew they didn't want to stop. Tilting his head the Spaniard deepened the kiss, resting his hands on the other's waist and pulling him closer. Lovino shakily wrapped his arms around the others neck, parting his lips slightly as the other slipped his tongue in. Antonio explored the others mouth gently, feeling the Italian shiver from the unusual touch.
Before they could go any further, Lovino slowly pulled away, face red as he looked away.
"Bastard, w-why was that?"
Antonio blushed, he cleared his throat and took a deep breath, "Because I love you….." he said quietly.
The Italian's eyes widened. I thought….I thought he liked someone else. He stared up at the Spaniard, but he could never voice that thought.
"L-Lovi, your curl…" he jumped and poked it gently, feeling the shape. A heart.
"W-Well , now you know your answer…" Lovino mumbled.
Antonio smiled and hugged the other, almost gasping when he felt arms wrap around him.
"Lovino? I-"
"I love you too….T-Ti amo…"
"Lovino I love you~"
"I know!" he huffed. Antonio laughed and kept his arms around the other, nuzzling and forgetting his injuries, feeling more happy than he had in years.
"It's eleven, bastard…go to bed, I'll clean up."
Not wanting to argue, Antonio agreed. He slowly got up, making his way to the master bedroom.
"Ah….Jesus Christ….I'm going to kill Alvarez…" Lovino muttered as he started picking up knocked over lamps, flipped chairs, a broken light bulb, vacuuming up the remaining shards. All he could hope, was that things would get better.
(AHHH FINALLY DONE WITH CHAPTER 3! 11 pages on Word! XD I bet Germany is happy about this! {Oh yeah, I'm thrilled about checking 11 pages of typing. *starts correcting the author's note*} XD Sorry it would have come out sooner but I'm in the musical at school and I have a BUNCH of fucking homework sooo yeah….not a lot of free time for writing, yaoi, or any anime! :'( Then Thanksgiving break came along so I took advantage of this and rested as much as possible and probably gained 15 pounds~ BUT I DUN CARE, DIS IS MURICA DAMMIT! xDDD
Soooo Beta, Germany, bff, hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii i *glomps* Are you tired? Are you okay? Did you make any food lately? Will you hug me at school tomorrow AAANNNNND Thank you soooo much for beta'ing this story! *lehuggle* {I talked to you three seconds ago. I'm always tired. Yes, I'm okay. I have a plate of broccoli in front of me. Yes I will hug you. You're welcome. OH GUYS. BELOVED READERS OF THIS STORY. YOU CAN ASK THE OMNISCIENT BETA SOME QUESTIONS. And the author too I guess.}
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