Chapter 10

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Warning: Gets violent with Antonio, mild yaoi

Oh fuck, what the shit?! How the hell am I gonna be able to ever make it to my damn classes on time?! Ulgh, at least I have some tomatoes. Lovino's thoughts raced, and he barely managed to slide into his first period. The teacher looked at him and gave him a bright smile.

"Hello! You must be the new student, yes?" The woman asked. She was pretty, with blonde hair and blue eyes. She had a vaguely French accent, and seemed pretty relaxed. Why the fuck did he have to take art? Oh, right. The damn Spaniard had fucking signed him up. Damn him.

"Uh… si…" He muttered in a response. The teacher pointed at a seat he could take. Of fucking course, it was the only EMPTY one next to the damn loud mouth American! He went to go and sit down, cheeks puffing out. Lovino heard the whispers going on around him, and Alfred looked over. His face brightened instantly.

"Hey dude! Haha, that is so cool that we get to sit next to eachother!" He exclaimed. Lovino looked at him, his eyes practically gushing fire.

"Shut up! I'm trying to fucking listen!" Lovino absolutely despised it when people interrupted his fucking train of thought. Where was he?

Oh. Right.

Fucking art class. If there was one thing Lovino hated more than being bothered, it was art class because- Alfred started jabbering in his ear. Again. Lovino took in a deep, slightly stuttering breath, and turned to face him with the look of doom.

"Alfred, shut up," He said, and Alfred groaned.

"You're no fun dude! Lighten up! She hasn't even started her lecture yet!" Alfred said, and slapped him on the back jovially. If looks could kill. The French lady, who he later learned was Mademoiselle Bonnefoy, was really strict when it came to class work. Alfred would continually whispering questions to him, most of them regarding the slimy creature known as Kirkland, and he did not answer them. Well, most of them. A few he mysteriously hinted at the answer, but left him alone, in the dark. The damn bell finally fucking rang, and Lovino quickly got up, gathering up his stuff, and put away his art supplies. He got out his schedule, and had his face buried into it.

"WATCH WHERE YOU'RE FUCKING GOING!" He yelled at the person that had ran into him, and he continued to walk on. He finally made it to his English 2 class, meant for sophomores, which he totally was. It wasn't like Lovino was over 60 years old or anything. History would be a breeze, he had been alive during the damn potato bastards cruel rule.

He walked in, and went up to the teacher, "Scusi, I am new here. Where do I sit?" He asked, and the teacher turned around, and gave him a bright smile, and Lovino practically froze. Oh. Fucking. Shit. The teacher seemed slightly shocked but quickly got over it.

"Veh? Oh, you can sit where ever there's an open seat!" He replied, and gave him a smile. The curl had weakened considerably, and drooped down beside his face. But that was Feliciano. He could tell. Lovino numbly nodded, and walked over to go and take a seat. Lovino nodded, and walked to the back.

The rest of the school day passed, but Lovino wanted to go and see if that was him. If that was his fratello. He was glad that he had seen him, but he knew Antonio might snap. Like the last time he had seen him, before his mind went hazy after words.

It was a cold day in the Italian winter. North Italy winters were cold to begin with, but today, it was especially cold. It was December 1953, and Lovino was going to see his brother. He could not be spotted, but he could go and check up on him. He had convinced the damn Spaniard to take care of him, or at least help. So, his fratello had been adopted by a Hungarian and an Austrian, and they took care of him. Lovino would often have to disguise himself as to not arouse suspicion. But then again, Feliciano had always been a rather air headed guy.

Romano looked up at the house, and could smell the mouth watering food scents pouring out. It smelled intensely good, and home like. Feliciano had cooking skills, like their mom had, before she died. Lovino wrapped up tighter in the coat, and the front door opened. He saw his fratello had grown maybe slightly, and his curl still bounced out. His cheerful ambiance was ever present, and that stupid shit eating smile was on his face.

"Veh! Are you homeless?" He called out, and gave him a smile, "I can give you some pasta, and a cup of Cioccolata Calda (1)!" He exclaimed. Lovino could already feel the black marks that had marked him as Antonio's around his legs and waist tightening.

"N-no! Bastard! I'm just.. admiring the house!" He replied, huffily. The young mans face fell a little, and Lovino felt a wave of guilt wash over him.

"Well… Stay warm, veh?" He said, and Lovino nodded, before his legs started to walk for him, and back to where Antonio was.

He was seething out anger, and Lovino wanted to hide, or run, or fucking anything! This man was absolutely terrifying when he got angry, and even Lovino wasn't dumb enough (as if he was dumb, e was absolutely fucking amazing) to insight the anger of Antonio. For one, he always got out his battle axe. Where the fuck did he get that thing anyways?

"Why did you go to your brothers house, hmm?" He asked, his tail coming out. The features that he so often used magic energy to come out released during his rage. Lovino stood his ground, but still trembled.

"He is my brother! I care about him, he is all I fucking have left!" He replied, and watched the swishing tail, eyes flickering back up to the now literally fucking GLOWING eyes of Antonio, and immediately regretted his response.

"'All you have left'? All you fucking have LEFT?! I am yours and you are mine, you will not be acting like this! I will not tolerate you going to your brothers house anymore," He said, and Lovino's eyes widened, "On top of that, you are not allowed to be more than 6 feet away, I will not have you running off from me anymore! You're mi tomate!" He said, and Lovino felt hot stuff go down his face.

"You can't do this!" He yelled, and the weight of the tattoos made him stumble over to Antonio. The insane smile came onto the Spaniards lips, as he engulfed him into his being. Lovino started screaming, as the darkness took over his vision, and his limbs moved sluggishly.

"You are mine. I will not have you leave me ever, do you understand? If I have to take your memories, so be it. You will always be mine, you can't escape that, mi tomate," Antonio told him in a possessive tone. He was let out, and there was a blinding light. Lovino blinked his eyes. What had happened?

Antonio embraced him, cooing softly, "Mi tomate…mi tomate… Nunca te salgas de mis brazos (2)," He cooed. Lovino could only stare off, as his subconscious scrambled around.

"Si…" He mumbled back.

Well, that was an awful memory. Lovino shivered slightly, as he saw him pull up, with that stupid smile on his face. Lovino got in the car, and buckled in, tossing his back pack into the back.

"Tomate! How was school? Did you make any friends? How is the homework situation?" He asked, in pretty much rapid fire succession. Lovino scowled.

"Shut up! It was fine, no, I just have forms to fill out, and stupid worksheats," He replied, answering all of them in succession. Unfortunately, the stupid rapid fire of fucking dumb questions did not stop, and so he was forced to endure the Spaniards questions.

Lovino walked inside, tossing off his back pack into his room, before the door shut, and he felt Antonio's lips on his neck and arms around his waist.

"I missed you so much~" Antonio told him, and nibbled on his ear lobe. Lovino lightly tilted his head to the side.

"Mmph… Didn't have your sex toy here to keep your company?" He asked sourly. Lovino could practically feel the Spaniards happiness drop by 100 points.

"You're not a sex toy, Lovino! You're my precious tomate!" He exclaimed, and kissed his forehead, "What do I need to do for you to love me the way I love you?"

"Let me live without your constant hovering?" He replied, and Antonio sighed against his neck, before kissing it again.

"Perhaps, one day."

Italian hot chocolate

"My tomate, never leave my arms."

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