Chapter 7
A/N
QUESTION TIME!
Spain: Dios mío, no
Me: si, yes *insert creepy smile* and don't worry, it's just one question.
Spain: Oh, thank you
Me: yeah… Okay, TarrelYoukai asks:
'So, Spain, would you dance around in just boxers, holding a tomato, and singing a Russian song if Lovino asked you to?'
Spain: …If he would kiss me afterward, then yes
Lovino: Do it and I won't call you 'idiota' in this chapter
Spain:…
Me: Well then, the Spanish fans are waiting
Spain: Hold on, I'm thinking…No, a kiss
Lovino: screw you
Spain: *sighs*
To the story! And Tarrel, thank you, you made my day once I figured out someone reviewed.
The trip was silent. Even more silent than usual for Lovino having no one scream from outside at him or his brother. His looked at the window remembering his brother. He wondered if he really cried for him, yet again, he cried for a stupid dead. Wondering how many tears he was worth, the blond parked the car as another girl similar to him ran to him. She looked like his sister only reminding Lovino even more of Feli.
"You are Lovino?"
"Si."
He answered coldly. He was never the social type, and he wasn't expected.
"I'm Emma; Antonio is in the department 5D."
"Aren't we going with him?"
"No, Toni ran out of bandages and you are going to drive me to the pharmacy."
She jumped into the car and Lovino out. He walked inside the building without looking out. The place had nothing more than a couple of people walking around. It wasn't in the best of conditions; a couple of cracks on the walls were shone and some pieces of glass were in the corners. The guards were sleeping on their job so this evidently wasn't the first time someone walked in. He got to the elevator and pushed the button to the fifth floor. The elevator was unstable scaring him a bit. His brother would have screamed. He chuckled to himself which was rarely seen. The elevator came to a rusty stop. He got out and walked through the halls.
He got to Toni's door. He stared at it for a while. Its frame was painted yellow and the rest of the door was a dark brown. It had the bright gold number in its center. He lifted his fist to knock, but it seemed so hard for some reason. He finally managed to knock twice and jerked his hand back. Antonio opened the door rapidly. Lovino saw that his palms and shoulders were bandaged. His emerald eyes fell on him.
"Lovino…"
"What the hell happened yesterday?"
"Uhm…It's…It's a long story, so you want to come inside, or something."
The teacher stepped aside. Lovino hesitated a bit before walking in. He plopped himself on the worn, red couch. Antonio sat on the chair across him. He seemed a bit nervous and uncomfortable having his student glare at him coldly with his arm across his chest.
"Um, you want some water or something?"
"I want fucken answers, bastardo."
Antonio took the insults. He felt as if he deserved it. He chose his past, and this was just one of the many consequences he deserved.
"How much do you want to hear?"
"The whole damn story, idiota."
He sighed and slowly explained him the story reliving every detail of his past.
*flashback*
"Papa, a donde vas?"
"My dear Antonio, English. Please."
12-year-old Antonio Hernandez sighed and tried remembering his English. It was midnight and he could feel that he scared his father for being up at this hour.
"Where are you going, Papa?"
"I have to go out, now go back to bed."
Toni suspected something from his father, but obeyed. He went to his room but couldn't help but to look out his window. His younger sister joined him tip-toeing trying to see through the window. He could see a small crowd of speaking to rapidly in English for him to understand. Two or three entered the house and his father just stood there. Antonio turned only to see a red-headed boy around his age at his door. He gasped and responded in Spanish,
"Who are you and what are you doing here?"
The kid seemed awfully confident of himself and walked around the room. Antonio held his sister closely. It took him a while, but when he got used to the room, he responded in English confusing his sister.
"My name is Jackson, and I wouldn't be so on the defensive if I were you?"
"What do you mean?"
"Let's just say it highly likely that we are soon going to be brothers."
As if on cue, two gunshots were heard. Antonio widened his eyes and ran to the stairs. He screamed as he saw his father's and mothers dead body on the floor. Jackson, looking annoyed, lifted Toni and punched him across the ace telling him to shut up. Anger filled him as he stood once more. Jackson chuckled darkly at him. Toni threw himself at him and repeatedly punched him in the face. He stood up and kicked in the stomach as he fell down the stairs. But someone held him back from hurting the bleeding and unconscious boy putting a bag on top of his head.
"Stop or your sister gets it."
He froze as he heard his sister scream. He wanted to scream for her, but he understood the warning. He could hear a couple of people admiring his strength. How they could use it for something. His amateur English didn't understand much, but all he knew was that they would do something to his sister if he didn't do what they told him.
Antonio got the bag out of his head, but didn't see the light of day for two years at least. He was locked in a cell with some other kid he soon found out was named Daan. They both shared two similarities, they hated being here and their sisters were trapped and used to threaten him. After about 2 and half years, he finally was able to go to school. He worked extremely hard and ended up skipping two grades. He was constantly watched at school by someone in the gang and was very distant from the other students. Months passed, and his owner, Alexander, became more and more demanding on him. Soon he was forced to fight with someone else three years older for his sister's freedom. He lost at first but the he was given this drink which helped him. He soon found out it was alcoholic. He was introduced to other type of drugs helping him fight.
He won, but soon became an addict. He could come back to his 'home' bleeding and at the edge of death, but for some reason he enjoyed it. Alexander died two years later. His son, Jackson took over and acted like his owner ever since. Much time later he and Daan escaped. Antonio changed schools and Daan went back to Netherlands. Antonio, still in Spain, was soon followed by Jackson. One day he caught him and Antonio fought with him for his own freedom. He nearly died and He was sure Jackson died, he left to America and continued his career as a Spanish teacher.
A/N
Yellow!
Yes, yes, yes, I apologize to whoever I said this was going to be an exciting chapter. But next one, more Spamano! This chapter was more like just clearing out what Antonio lived through. P.S. I changed my name to Happy-Yellow-Ferret for some reasons I won't mention. Anyway, Ask Spain Is still on, so ask as many and most disturbing questions you can imagine :D If Spain doesn't answer them, you guys get a story with the pairing, occasion, setting you choose OwO
Spain: Hay dios mio…
Adios!
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