Antonio bought two car seats and a booster seat and gave them to Lovino to set up while he looked for other necessary supplies.
When he came out half an hour later, Lovino was sitting next to the car fuming and the seats were on the ground next to him.
Antonio sighed and knelt down next to him.
"What's wrong Lovi?" he asked. "Could you not put the seats in?"
"No! It's not possible, you bastard! There's no way those things go in the car!"
Antonio hugged him gently before standing up and grabbing one of the car seats.
"Watch me Lovi. I'll show you how these work."
He set the seat in the car and had it properly installed in seconds.
"See? It's not that hard."
Lovino leapt forward and inspected the device.
"How did you do that?" he demanded. "You must have studied how to do this!"
Antonio laughed and put a hand on Lovino's head.
"I've put a car seat in a car before Lovi." He picked up the other car seat with his free hand. "And when I did it the first time, I read the instructions."
He pointed to a set of instructions on the side of the seat.
"What!"
Lovino grabbed the seat from him and stared at the instructions.
Antonio laughed again and Lovino hit him in the ribs.
"Ow! Lovi!" he whined. "You said that you were going to be nice today!"
Lovino crossed his arms and huffed.
"Fine," he muttered.
Antonio threw his arms around him.
"Yay! That's better!"
Lovino frowned but Antonio could tell he didn't mean it.
Antonio parked outside the small house.
"Where are we?"
"Scotland's house."
"Why are we here?"
"To get Inglaterra's sons."
Antonio stepped out of the car.
"Stay here," he ordered.
"Hell no!"
Lovino tried to get out of the car too, but Antonio pushed him back inside.
"I want you to stay in the car. Scotland is crazy and I don't want you to get hurt."
Lovino scowled but there was a slight blush on his face.
Antonio locked the car and crept up to the house.
He peered in a window and saw Alfred and Peter sitting on the floor.
The two boys were sleeping so he knocked gently on the glass.
They woke up slowly and looked around.
"Chiquitos! Chiquitos!"
They turned to him and smiled.
"Uncle Antonio!" they cried.
Alfred pushed the window open and Antonio picked them up.
He was carrying them to the car when the front door burst open.
"Oi! Where the fuck are you taking my brats?"
Antonio spun around to see an irate Scotland.
"Hola Scottie. I know you don't want them so I'm taking them off your hands."
"Just because I don't want the bastards, doesn't mean I don't want the free labor!"
"Children aren't for free labor, you asino!" Lovino yelled.
"Who the fuck are you? I recognize this Spanish git!"
"I'm Romano! South Italy!"
Scotland laughed.
"I've heard of you. You have a massive temper, but in the end, you're too much of a coward like your brother to do anything! That's why you rely on Spain! Though that moron is good for anything either! He was beaten by my bastard of a brother! He's just as weak as you are!"
"You qualità inferiore persona!" Lovino screeched as he leapt out of the car and ran towards Scotland.
He tried to punch the man but he was easily deflected.
Antonio quickly strapped the boys into the car and shut the door tightly.
He dashed to Lovino as Scotland hit him in the face.
"Lovi!"
Lovino started to fall backwards and Antonio caught him in his arms.
"Serves him right!" Scotland spat.
Antonio felt like he was on fire and smacked Scotland in the stomach.
Scotland was winded and fell to the ground.
Antonio smiled proudly and carried Lovino to the car.
He laid him gently in the back row.
"What happened to Lovino?" Peter asked.
"He got hurt," Antonio said sadly.
"Did Uncle Iain do that?"
"Si Alfred."
"I hate him."
Antonio stared at him.
"You're too young to hate anyone."
"Well I hate Uncle Iain."
Antonio sighed.
"I hope you don't mean that."
"Why not? Uncle Iain is a bad guy!"
"Your uncle is just jealous. Your father was always the most loved by everyone and he was always pushed to the side. He and Mr. Francis once were a couple like your Daddy and Mommy, but they broke up. When Mr. Francis started taking care of your papa, he thought that Mr. Francis liked him better too and he couldn't stand it."
Alfred and Peter stared at him.
"Is Uncle Iain angry because he's sad?" Peter asked.
Antonio nodded.
"Si." The two boys didn't say anything. "Why don't we go home?" he suggested.
"Yeah!"
"Bien."
Antonio smiled and climbed into the driver's seat.
"How long will it take to get there?"
"It's far away so you might want to sleep."
"Okay."
Antonio started the car and the boys closed their eyes.
He felt bad for them.
They had been shipped all over Europe since they had lost their parents.
First England, then France, back to England, Scotland, and now Spain.
The boys soon fell asleep and Antonio watched them fondly in the rear-view mirror.
As he watched them, Antonio suddenly understood why Francis loved Matthew so much and he wished he had his own child.
AN: Yay! Spain to the rescue! :D
And Lovino loves him so much he can't stand to hear negative words about him! Aww!
But the best part? Alfred and Peter are away from Scotland!
Even though Scotland is just sad because no one likes him...
Anyway! See ya soon!
P.S. Lovino trying to put car seats in makes me laugh so hard. XD Just the image of him trying and trying until finally giving up and pouting on the ground is too funny and cute.