Oh Dios! It's so cool and awesome how much of you like my story! Gracias! I love you all! You guys are too awesome! Almost as awesome as Prussia! I love you all so very much! So without further ado, here is...CHAPTER 7! I kinda like how the BTT look out for each other in this chapter...especially Gilbert! He's awesome...like you all! Anyways, read on, dear children! READ ON!
"Um...hi..."
"Ciao," I replied to the blonde sitting across from me and next to my brother.
"Fratello!" Feliciano cheered, "this is Matthew!"
"I know that, idiot! Can you let the poor guy talk?"
"Ah, I'm sorry, Matthew!"
"I-it's okay...I'm sorry for being so quiet."
"No, it's alright, Matthew-san," Kiku put a hand on the Matthew's shoulder and smiled at him, "you're in a new place. It's okay to be nervous. Believe me, I was way worse."
"HEY!" Alfred wrapped a muscular arm around his Matthew's head and ruffled his hair, "little bro! How ya doin'?"
"G-g-good," Matthew flinched when Alfred yelled, "I'm fine."
"Ah, good!" Alfred sat down, "I see you met my friends."
"Y-yes," Matthew blushed and smiled shyly, "they're really nice."
"Good!"
"Hey, Alfred, how have you been, eh?"
"Oh, I've been awesome!"
"Do you enjoy it here?"
"Hell yeah! I've been here with my homies and we've been having a blast!"
"I kinda forgot their names. You talk about them so much on the phone, I kinda forgot. Can you remind me again, eh?"
Before Alfred could open his big ass mouth, I rushed in, "I'm Lovino Vargas and that's my fratellino, Feliciano Vargas."
"What's 'fratellino'?"
"'Little brother.'"
"Of course it is!" Matthew let out a small laugh, "I met Feliciano. He's really nice. I really like him."
"Awww, grazie!" Feliciano gave Matthew a hug, "anche tu mi piaci!"
"Merci," Matthew said, obviously not having a clue what Feli said to him.
Matthew Williams was the younger brother of Alfred. He had his last name changed when his mom and him moved to Canada, leaving Alfred with his dad in...I said Brooklyn, right? Anyways, they've never been able to see each other because Alfred was busy with studying here in Rome and also Matthew's mother didn't want anything to do with her husband or poor Alfred. Another fun fact is that Matthew's mother was from France and he knows some. Speaking of French...
"Ah, dammit!" I exclaimed, "I forgot, I gotta go to Bonnefoy during lunch, too! Goddammit!"
"Alright, see ya!"
"Sayonara, Lovino!"
"B-bye!"
"Addio, Fratello!"
I grabbed my lunch and went to the direction of the French room. I literally ran. I didn't want to be anymore late than I already was.
When I got to the French room, I was hearing voices. I recognized one as Bonnfoy's, one had a German accent, but the other one...it was...Antonio's?
Mon dieu, Toni! Did he do this to you?
Si, Antonio sounded enraged, look at this! I don't think I can stand to be with that bastard another second, Francis! I can't take it!
Toni, just chill. Mein Gott! He really did it, didn't he! Son of a fucking bitch!
Who was 'he'?
Pourquoi? What did you do this time?
Just tell us Toni! I'll nail the guy so hard in the head, he'll not know what hit him!
Please, Gil, don't hurt him! Antonio sounded like he was crying.
And let the bastard hurt you? Wie die Hölle, I'll not let him touch you!
Gil, por favor! I am asking you as an amigo to relax! I'll be fine.
The German scoffed, fein, but if I see you like this again, I'm gonna...
Gilbert, for Antonio, Bonnefoy said, so what did happen?
You know what a bad drunk he is right?
Oui
Ja
Well, he was really drunk that night. I didn't mean to interrupt him while he was ranting about something. I asked him if he wanted to drink so tea or have something to eat and...well...
Que Dieu bénisse votre cœur, Antonio, but you can't let him do this to you. You understand me, right?
Si, I do
Verdammt du Toni, for being able to take all of this! You deserve so much better than this! Verdammt du!
Por favor, Gil, but I have a debt to pay to him and-
What debt, Toni?
Lo siento, pero no puedo decirte, amigo, lo siento
Tell us, dammit! What harm can it do?
"Don't yell at him!" I yelled.
I walked into the room and had tears running down my face. The three men turned to see me. A man with a young face but white hair and wild red eyes stared at me. Bonnefoy had his hair back in a ponytail and had both his hands enveloping Antonio's bruised and scarred ones. He was a pitiful sight. His usual dancing green eyes showed a hidden pain that was never seen before. He had a big gash on his cheek that was covered by a white cloth. He had hickies on his neck and down his shoulder. His wrists were bruised. There were tears running down his face and he was paler than usual.
"Please, don't yell at him, Signor," I whispered.
"Who the hell do you think you are?" the albino head with a German accent advanced towards me. He was so much taller than me and his shadow made me feel cold, along with his cold, red eyes that stared down at me.
"L-Lovino Vargas, Signor."
"Oh, I know you," the man sneered, "you're Roderich's little boy, aren't you, ja?"
"Don't even mention that bastard," I clenched my fists.
"Well, I'm his cousin, Gilbert Beilschmidt, making you my...nephew?"
"I...guess."
"Where's your little bruder?"
"He's at lunch."
"I'll go to your house and bug ya later. I have to get to work! Auf Wiedersehen, Toni, Fran!" He sneered when he said 'Fran'.
"Don't call me Fran, you bastard!" Bonnefoy's face turned bright red.
"Adios, Gil!"
After my "zio" left the room, it was silent, again. All eyes were on me.
Finally, Bonnefoy spoke, "Toni, I thinks it's time you leave."
"Entiendo," Toni covered himself, hiding the bruises and scars, "adios," and he rushed out of the room.
"Lovino," Bonnefoy sounded angry, "my desk, now."
I dragged my feet and wiped my eyes. I was still crying from what I hears outside the room. I was so confused. Feelings that I know, but felt foreign to me. Anger, envy, sadness, and heartbreak.
"I'm sorry you had to hear that," Bonnefoy sighed, "I forgot that you were coming today."
"What happened?" I said through my clenched teeth.
"I am just as confused about this as you are."
"How are you confused? You said that Antonio tells you everything, didn't you?"
"Okay, not everything," Bonnefoy rolled his eyes.
"Lo sapevo."
"Anyways, I have nothing for you to do today."
"This mean I can go back?"
"Oui."
I started walking towards the door.
"Wait, Lovino."
"Cosa?" I turned around to see Bonnefoy crying.
"Find that Spanish bastard and talk to him."
..….….
The bell rang for lunch, but I wasn't going to class. I was sitting outside the school on a bench. I was holding the zipper of my jacket in my mouth. The cold metal burned my tongue. I was deciding whether or not to go back to class. I eventually decided to get up and get my ass to the boring classes. Then, I saw a lump underneath the tree. I got closer and saw it Antonio leaning against the trunk holding his knees to his chest. He was holding out his hands and rubbing them to keep them warm.
"Still here?" I asked.
Antonio whirled around and tried to smile, but couldn't.
"Aren't you supposed to be in class, Lovi?"
"Si, but I usually skip class anyways. No wonder the principal hates me," I leaned against the tree, trying to hide the fact that I liked it when Antonio calles me 'Lovi', "anyways, what are you still doing here?"
"Waiting for my ride," he sighed.
"Oh, can I sit here while you wait?"
"Por supuesto," he patted the grass next to him.
I sat next to him. We were silent for a while. Antonio's eyes were downcast and red from crying so much. He looked like a dark puppy that had been abused for so long and...gave up.
"Lovi?" I heard him say.
"Si, what is it?"
"Why didn't you come last night? I missed you."
I blushed a little bit, "really?"
"Si, I was looking for you, even after the class was done to see if you were okay."
"I-I was fine...I just...needed to...take care of something?"
Antonio smiled a little, "fine, I'll let it slide this time."
"Grazie," I gave an awkward smile back.
"So, I guess you're related to Gil, huh?"
"Not biologically, but yeah, I guess."
"You live with Roderich?"
"Si, and I hate it."
"Por que?"
"Because he's an ass! That's why!"
"Why?"
"B-because I said so!"
Antonio laughed, "you're so funny, Lovi!"
"S-shut up, bastard!"
"Lo siento, but it's just really funny! You kind of look like a tomato!"
I turned even more red, "I...I don't look like a tomato!"
"Don't worry, you look very lindo."
"Bastard," I mumbled.
Antonio was in a fit of laughter. It was almost like...a god. It almost felt like the earth was rumbling around us when he was laughing. It was...beautiful. The most beautiful thing I've ever seen in my life. I wish I could stay there forever. When he finally was done he was wiping tears in front of his eyes.
"Are you okay, Antonio?"
"Si, it's just, I haven't laughed this much in a long time."
"Well..."
Antonio wrapped his arms around my neck and kissed me on the cheek, "gracias, mi tomate."
His body was so warm and inviting. I gripped the grass and didn't know what to do. I wrapped my arms gently around his neck, trying not to bruise it anymore than it already was.
"Nessun problema," I whispered.
"No, really, gracias," he said, letting me go.
I was now a burning red and felt my heart beat fast.
"Wow, you really do look like a tomato!"
"I do not!"
"You do, too, mi tomate."
"Is this what you're gonna call me from now on, Antonio?"
"Si, because you are MY tomate."
"Then, you are my Toni."
A shade of pink appeared on Antonio's cheeks, "okay, sounds good!"
"So, Toni," I started.
"You're wondering about my bruises, aren't you?"
"Well, si."
"Well, it's a long story..."
"Hey, I'm skipping class, so I've got all the time in the world."
"Alright, listen, mi tomate..."
The next chapter is going to be Antonio's point of view. This is where you find out our dear Spaniard's dark secrets that he is trying to hide. I'm sorry I ended it before Toni tells our dear Lovi everything. It's just gonna be really long, so I am going to make a separate chapter.
Translations:
Anche tu mi piaci...I like you too
Pourquoi...Why
Fein...Fine
Que Dieu bénisse votre cœur...God bless your heart
Verdammt du...Goddamn you
Lo siento, pero no puedo decirte, amigo...I'm sorry, but I can't tell you
Zio...Uncle
Lo sapevo...I knew it
Por supuesto...Of course
Nessun problema...No problem
