Chapter 3:

Antonio and Francis stared at the empty bench that Lovino had once been sitting. Both of them were shocked that they didn't hear the Italian get up and walk away.

"He doesn't like to stay still," Francis commented with a sigh. Antonio nodded in agreement as he nervously smiled at Francis. He waved to the Frenchman before running off to find Lovino before something happened to him. Francis waved to his Spanish friend with a look of concern. He had never seen Antonio look that depressed before in his life, not even when they were children did the Spaniard look like that. Francis sighed as he picked up his glass and took a drink. Something told him that he wasn't going to like how things might turn out.

He made no reaction, Francis thought as he stared down into his glass that was almost empty.

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"Lovi!" Antonio called as he searched for the Italian. Where had Lovino gone? Antonio panted heavily as he looked around. Lovino got away pretty quickly within a few minutes of Antonio and Francis talking. Antonio felt his heart sink again as he continued to look for Lovino.

The scenery blurred by him as he ran down the streets of the town. He weaved through the people on the streets as he continued to look for his lover. Why had Lovino walked off without saying anything? Antonio didn't understand what was going through Lovino's mind, but he wanted to know so badly so he could help him. Antonio was so desperate at this moment to help Lovino that he could even give his own life if that made his lover happy. Antonio stopped running and leaned against a wall, trying to catch his breath.

Lovi... where are you? Antonio asked himself in thought as his eyes wandered around the streets from where he was standing. His breathing was still staggered, but not as heavy as it had once been. Antonio eventually stopped breathing heavily and looked around again before walking off.

Antonio walked the streets, feeling lonely. Was it an effect of seeing Lovino acting like he was? Antonio weakly chuckled at his stupid behavior. He shouldn't be acting like this. He had to stay positive, especially around Lovino. He slapped the sides of his face before smiling and running off, determined to find Lovino.

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"This kid looks like a fucking soulless person," a man said as he looked at the auburn haired Italian in front of him. Two others stood on each side of the Italian.

The man on Lovino's left smirked as he looked at him. "If he's like this I'm pretty sure we could do anything to him."

"That's true," the first man said with an evil smile as he brushed some of his messy black hair from his brown eyes before putting his arms out to keep Lovino from going anywhere. Lovino blinked as he looked up at the man. An angered expression appeared on Lovino's face and in his eyes as glared at the man who stood in front of him.

"Get the fuck out of my way you bastard," Lovino growled. The first man smirked.

"Hey boys look, the little Italian is talking now."

"I said to get out of my fucking way." The first man smirked even more than before as he stared into the amber orbs in front of him, still glaring at him.

"No one can hear you in this abandoned alley way." Lovino seemed to freeze in place as he heard the man speak those words, making the man laugh as grabbed Lovino's wrist.

"Let me go!" Lovino yelled.

"I don't think so," the first man said as he gestured to his two friends. The two nodded and stood near the entrance of the alley way. Lovino seemed to understand right away what was about to happen. He quickly got out of the man's grasp and ran for dear life, his eyes wide with fright. No way would he let that kind of thing happen to him. However, the man was hot on his heels.

Lovino took as many paths to try and loose the man, but it didn't seem to be any use. He couldn't get the man away from him. Lovino sped up when he saw the sight of the streets in front of him. He closed his eyes as he ran out of the alley, only to run into someone and both crash to the ground.

"Ah… L-Lovi?" a familiar Spanish voice asked. Lovino's eyes slowly opened as he looked up to stare into green orbs. Tears stung Lovino's eyes as he looked at Antonio's face.

"A-Antonio…" he softly said, making the Spaniard smile.

"Hey Lovi, I was looking for you," Antonio said with a happy expression on his face. Lovino hugged Antonio, which was something that still always surprised Antonio. However, Lovino never hugged him very much anyways. Antonio patted Lovino's head he helped the Italian to his feet. "Hey, do you want to go get something to eat Lovi?"

Lovino nodded in reply, making Antonio brighten up even more than he had already been. Was Lovino back to normal now? Antonio took Lovino's hand and started walking off, dragging the Italian behind him.

"Is there any place you'd like to eat?" Antonio asked happily.

"Not really," Lovino replied. Antonio chuckled but nodded. He led the Italian into a Spanish restaurant and the two sat down.

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"Get out of here!"

"VE~! B-Big brother! Please stop!" Antonio's eyes furrowed as he grabbed Lovino and held his wrist to keep from attacking Feliciano with random objects in the kitchen. He was lucky to have done so before the older Italian went for the knives. Lovino struggled against Antonio's strong grip, but his death glare was enough to make his little brother tremble with fear.

"Lovino stop!" Antonio yelled with a serious tone. Antonio never used Lovino's full name unless he was completely serious, which he was right now. Lovino didn't listen though. The Italian continued to struggle to get out of the Spaniard's grasp. Antonio looked over at Feliciano. "Go Feli! You should leave before something bad happens!" Feliciano stood there, hesitate as he looked at his brother. He then nodded shakily as he quickly ran out of the house and down the street. Antonio could feel Lovino's struggling ceasing as Lovino fell limp, falling asleep. Antonio sighed. He really couldn't understand what was going through Lovino's mind to make said Italian attack his brother.

Antonio picked Lovino up and set him on the couch, letting out a shaky sigh. The fear that he had seen in Feliciano's eyes had pained him so much. He had never seen the younger Italian look so scared in his life. Antonio had never even seen Lovino with so much anger before either. He looked down at the sleeping Italian who looked like he was in so much pain. Was he regretting how he lashed out at Feliciano? Or was it for a different reason?

I don't understand, Antonio sighed as he collapsed onto the cold wooden floor beneath him. He wanted so much to yell at Lovino and demand what was going on. He wanted so much to slap the Italian across the face and tell him that he was acting stupid. But… he couldn't. No. He couldn't bring himself to do such a thing. It was a struggle within him self to want to hit Lovino because of the way he was acting. However, since he loved the Italian too much, he felt that he just couldn't bring himself to do such a thing.

Antonio resisted the urge to breakdown crying again. He couldn't afford to do it again. If he did, he knew he would be doing this every time he had to deal with Lovino. He knew that he couldn't be considered the strong person that most people consider him to be, even though he was extremely idiotic when it came to other things. He had to hold out until the bitter end.

I'll make sure Lovino snaps out of this, Antonio thought with determination. There was no way that he was going to let Lovino suffer through all of this stuff without a little bit of support. Antonio knew he had to be there. He knew that the only thing he could put out there for Lovino was his chirper, cheery mood that his normally was and who most people had seem him as.

I'll do it… No matter how hard it is, I will try my hardest for you mi amore… Antonio thought as he looked up and weakly smiled at the Italian still sleeping in front of him. Yes. He would try his best to help Lovino through this turmoil of his. He would. Even at the cost of his life. He would. He promised himself that much at least. Antonio placed a gentle tanned hand onto the Italian's frail, pale one. The Spaniard set his head next them as he smiled again before slowly drifting off in a deep slumber.

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They say that when someone is in turmoil, they can act in different ways, and the reason for this is because so many emotions are going through their bodies. Sadness, anger, rage… so many emotions. When someone is in this state, it is said that they will not cease until the problem that caused this to happen is removed from their life. However… some things are better left unsaid…

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Lovino shook as he stared at his hands, his body shaking aggressively. Sirens were blaring in the distance as he stared in complete and utter shock. What had he done? What… had he done?