I feel like this chapter is kinda like, 'wtf' xD;; But anyways, this took me some time to think up of with what would happen. But hope some people enjoy nonetheless. c:
Almost instantly he reached for the wooden knife holder, grasping for one of the many black handled cooking utensils, only finding that none of the six were there. Green eyes shifted quickly to the counter, hand sliding down the side of the holder, brows furrowing from the lack of knives occupying the slits. Antonio wouldn't bother looking through the drawers, more than likely that blond man had already swept the more dangerous of things away and into his hands or in some secret hiding spot he found. He ground his teeth together and slowly moved his gaze to the other now standing mere inches from him.
The blond tsk'd, shaking his head from side to side in an exaggerated slow style, his lips slightly curled up in a smile. A pale hand reached to the side and was placed on the edge of the counter next to the Spanish mans side. "Reaching for something dangerous like that? Did you actually plan to attempt to kill me?"
"Or just seriously injure…" The tanner man grumbled, eyes narrowing and glancing at the hand by him suspiciously for just a second, otherwise keeping his eyes plastered on the devilish face. He wouldn't have dared to kill him, who knows how many complications would arise from that, even injuring him would bring some issues towards the two countries. It would be for defense of course, but even so, he didn't want a war coming from simple relation problems between the two.
"I did you a liberty in hiding them for you. Wouldn't want that child of yours getting a hold of them either, now, would you?" The smile turned into more of a smug smirk, his tongue peeked out from his lips just barely, licking over his upper lip. That motion made the Spaniard grimace, shoving his hand away and moved quickly to the side to avoid any touching.
He wasn't too happy with the Britain man calling Lovino a child, if anything the bastard was acting more like a child than what a real child would act. Not sure of where all the defensive items were currently placed, he resulted in walking around the kitchen, keeping his eyes on the other and watching his movements. He had nowhere to really run to, he couldn't hide in his house, and running amuck outside wouldn't do him any good either. The English man had done well in trapping him this time, but he took absolutely no pride in feeling trapped within his own home where he should be safe rather than worrying about people intruding in and scheming up who knows what. He shuffled along the room, moving slowly, looking for an opening to possibly move faster than him into a room and locking the door to keep him out, though he was unsure if he would attempt in breaking down the door or moving outside and trying the window for access in. It was all going to hell right now.
The others green eyes were filled with amuse, watching him as well, hands going together and held in front of his legs, acting as though this called for some nice act posture. "I came all this way just to see you. Can't you do your job and make a guest feel welcome? Make me some tea or offer me a snack of a place to sit and…relax."
"I don't think relaxing is what you had in mind." Antonio scoffed, running his hand along the island counter as he moved along slowly, tapping his fingers against it lightly. "You are an unwelcome guest. I have no reason to make you anything. Now why don't you leave?"
"Leave? Why would I ever do that?" Arthur made a face as though he was just insulted horribly, taking tiny steps to lessen the distance between them, his hand making it onto the island as well, on the opposite side from the other.
He frowned again; none of this would end too well. Obviously talking wasn't an effective way to rid of him and he would have to attempt an escape, even as futile as it may be. He paused in walking along; tapping his fingers against the tops material a bit more forceful, eying the intruder for just a bit longer before his tapping ceased abruptly, and he earned a somewhat perplexed look from other. It turned silent and things stood still. Then Antonio made his move, pushing off from the counter and took off in a sprint towards a room, however, the blond must have guessed what he was about to do, for his waist suddenly had an arm around it and he was yanked back, stumbling to the ground with the other on top of him. The force from his falling to the floor, and the pressure of the body on him had knocked the wind out of him, then gasping for air and wincing from the pain of it. It seemed like it was time again to get attacked once again, but he had a feeling the American wouldn't be anywhere near his place to wander in and put this harassment off for another set time.
A hand gripped his brown hair sharply, pressing his head down against the cold floor. Lips appeared close to his ear, he could tell from the faint chill of breath. "Ready to finish off what we had started back at my home?" He mused out, teeth coming down on the tip of his ear, biting down sharply. "I am quite ready to finish it. Though not too fast, I want my time to enjoy this precious time with you. Especially since no one will be interrupting us this time, I'm sure of it." The Britain shifted his position on top of the other, legs straddling the lower back of Antonio, his hand unleashing his hair and ran it slowly along his spine, slightly tugging at the fabric blocking him from the tan flesh underneath.
As soon as his hair was free, his head snapped up and his hands struggled against the floor, trying to push himself up at least enough to twist and roll onto the intruder to get him off. It was really to no prevail. Hands went to his shoulders and shoved him back against the hard ground, grunting in exasperation.
"Stop your insolent struggling. Keep still and accept what will happen. You can't do a thing to stop it, after all, and no one else will either." Arthur paused to give it some thought. "In other words for your simple little mind – give up."
"Give up?" The Spaniard asked it as though it was the most impossible thing in the world to do. As though he had never once thought about giving up. "Like hell will I give up! That never even crossed my mind; I will never just give into you." He gritted his teeth as he felt nails press down into his skin through his shirt, even as short they were, they still managed to give a certain pressure that proved annoying and rather painful. "I have never given up and I never will."
The blond scoffed, loosening his grip on his shoulders and rubbed over the marks he was sure he had left, as though he was trying to now comfort him. "My dear Antonio…everyone has given up at least once." A grin ran across his face, his hands running down to the ending of his shirt, which had already lifted slightly up his back from his previous struggling and the beginning of all the roughhousing around. His paler fingers curled around the thin material then pushed it slowly up the length of his back, revealing his skin then, seeing it was something that had pleased the man. He leaned down, holding the shirt at his shoulders to help in keeping him down, and then pressed his lips against the newly bared skin, though; the sudden new feel from the light kissing had caused the other to unexpectedly jerk, giving the top a surprise, as well as giving him a slight bloody lip from biting himself. Displeased with the sudden movement, he sat back, releasing one shoulder to wipe at the small trickle running down his chin. He looked at the faint red on smeared out of the back of his hand and frowned. He shouldn't be the one bleeding, nor should he have ever gotten something that caused blood, even with how small a wound it may be. His green eyes peered down at the skin with disdain.
From the sudden silence and the moment that Arthur had stopped, Antonio knew something went wrong for him. He wasn't entirely sure what his sudden movement had caused, but he could tell already that it had utterly pissed the other off. He felt a slight chill run through him, and no more movement was produced from him then, lying still and in fear on the still cold ground, seeming as though it couldn't retain any heat well at the moment. Of course he had no idea what was in store for him then, but it had altered plans at least a little. He huffed out a sigh, still feeling the pressure on his stomach, finding it hard to breathe normally, his forehead resting against the flooring.
It took quite some time for the other to finally speak and show signs of movement again, but when he did, it was obvious there was slight hate and plenty of annoyance in his voice. "Have you forgotten the meaning of 'give up'? Do you need to relearn it like an idiot puppy learning rules for the first time?" The man questioned, a cold stare still aimed at his bare back, tsk'ing then. "No matter though, it was just one little mistake, one simple flaw. It can be fixed." His lips soon went back pressed against him again, though his mouth shifted open and his teeth sunk into the skin, not just a simple little bite that left indented marks, pressing them in so much that they tore through the skin and blood welled through the incisions, pulling back once he felt that the other had winced enough for that one bite. "Now will your listening skills improve or do I need to leave more motivations to get you to understand that this isn't just a simple game?"
Antonio grinned anxiously, turning his head so his cheek rested against the floor and his eyes shifted to the side, trying his best to get a side view of the man. "I think you have gone insane… Really, you must be feeling lonely ever since he left you, and even now he has someone else that isn't you too. Are you mad or intensely jealous of me that Lovi still sticks around me that you have to scheme of whatever plans and come to my own home and do these unnecessary things just to seemingly hurt me?" He hissed out, getting the other to raise an eyebrow at his comment; he did indeed look annoyed as well, obviously striking into some issues of the other.
The annoyed expression soon relaxed into a small smile that didn't look at all crazed like how he was acting at the moment. "Why would I be jealous of something like that?" Arthur sighed, moving his finger over the bite wound, feeling the other slightly wince from it. "Oh my…I don't even recall telling you of something. No wonder you're so reluctant and unwilling to go along with this! I feel rather bad now…" He trailed off, letting go of any grip he had on him and moved off and away from the other, standing next to the figure on the ground.
If he could say he had no suspicions, it would obviously be a lie, he had plenty of them, and even more suspicions than he had originally, not to mention adding more confusion into that factor. The Spaniard was free to move now however, and he took that freedom and stood, readjusting his shirt and glancing at the other cautiously, even though the Britain man seemed to be respectful of his personal space then and had moved away a decent amount.
"I know you must be confused, and I am surprised by myself that I failed to mention why I even go through this much trouble to even talk to you." Arthur paused, pulling out a chair from the table and sat down, crossing his legs and leaning back comfortably as though he was a welcomed guest and was wanted there. "Well you see, for quite some time, there was some thinking, and some questioning over certain things. I've found myself thinking of the past, out on the sea, and then my thoughts drifted off to thinking of you, rather than thinking of anything else, it went to you. I was as confused as you are now. Though, the more thinking I got, the more sense it made to me, and I finally came up with an answer. It was such a simple answer I felt incredibly stupid that I had not thought of it before or knew right the instant that all of it had come up. Now I feel terrible that I just intruded on you here, doing all those things, especially without explaining my side for doing it all." His green eyes shifted to the others. "You see, what I had come up with, is that I had found feelings."
Antonio's eyes narrowed, furrowing his brows and placed his hand on the counter, leaning against it, not trusting to take a seat near him. "Well…you finally discovered human emotions. Good for you."
He smirked and shook his head, finding that comment interesting to the least. "No, no, what I mean was that I found that I had feelings for you."
"I think that's clear. So in other words you found more intense hate and annoyance towards me?"
"In other words, Antonio, I love you."