So, I think I may have gotten a complain about Spain acting OOC. Weeeeeeeeeeeeeell, I thought that I would clarify this here and now so no one remains CoNfUSeD~! ^^ Spaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiii iiin was acting like Piiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiir aaaaaate!Spaaaaaaaiiiiiin~ in the last chapter or two! His being so forward with Roma is due to his character being in Pirate!España mode~! ^-^ I hope that helps anyone who maaay have been confused about that~! =D Enjoy~!

~Celeste~

Lovino awoke still lying atop the Spanish teen he shared a room with. The Italian boy yawned, wiping his eyes drearily as he looked down at the boy under him. Smiling softly, Lovino decided to get off the other boy and let him rest a little longer. Antonio made a grunt as Lovino rolled off of him, hitting the wounded shoulder.

"Oh!" Lovino said in a low voice, lightly placing a hand over Antonio's shoulder. "Mi dispiace!{1}"

The Spaniard smiled softly, taking his arm that covered his eyes from his face. "No, está bien{2}, Lovi."

The Italian boy laid his head back on the pillow, a small smile playing on his lips as he closed his eyes. Antonio reached over to take ahold of the Italian teen's hand, squeezing it tightly. Lovino, despite not wanting to ruin the moment they were having, let out a sigh as he sat up, letting the covers fall down around his waist.

"Antonio...," he whispered softly. "You.. you told me that you would spiegare{3}.."

The Spaniard's smile faded, leaving the Italian to witness another side of him. A side that had experienced pain.

"Well, it kinda started when I was little."

"Doesn't it always?" Lovino interjected.

Antonio chuckled. "Sì, it does. Anyway, I was maybe... ten or eleven when my parents died. They were murdered, really. By that man who shot me, to be exact. Apparently, my mom was supposed to marry him or some kind of shit like that, but she married my father and had me. Sadiq got pissed and brought some, infierno{4}, more like fifty, buddies along to kill mi madre y mi padre{5}. Gilbert, Francis, and Ludwig were staying with me at the time because Francis was my best friend, and Gilbert and Ludwig were two orphans we had taken in because mi abuela{6} had known their abuelo{7}. Gil and Fran.. well, they helped me try to defend my parents. Ludwig helped too, but.. he was in shock after killing one of Sadiq's men, so Gilbert had to send him into another room so he would be okay."

The Spaniard took a deep breath before continuing, apparently lost in his memories. "Fran and I stood guard for my mom and Gilbert helped my father fend off people. Gilbert got stabbed, shot too, and my father was killed when Gilbert wasn't able to help him anymore. Francis.. well... he was shot, too, but more than once. By the end.. it was just me and my mother who could even fight anymore. I killed... so... many people that day... but at the end of the fight, both my parents were dead and my friends were half-dead. I thought I had killed Sadiq, but once Gil, Fran, Ludwig, and I got out of the country, he came after us again, to kill me this time.

"He almost did, but we managed to slip away quickly and come to America. We've been here for about a year and a half now, but it seems we may have to make a run for it yet again."

The room was silent before Lovino whispered a reply, taking the Spaniard's hand in his own. "D- Davvero?{8}"

Antonio shook his head, surprising the Italian boy. "No, I'm just kidding. Sadiq's just pissed and wants to kill me because I can't ride a bike!"

Lovino's heart felt as if it stopped beating when Antonio told him that. The Italian's face morphed quickly, changing from a surprised, yet confused expression to one of complete rage.

"Tu ... FOTTUTO BASTARDO!{9}" Lovino tore his hand away from the Spanish boy's and ran into the bathroom, slamming and locking the door.

The Italian boy emerged only a second later fully clothed and barreled out the front door. Antonio's eyes widened at the ferocity Lovino slammed the door with before letting out a small chuckled.

"I suppose I shouldn't have joked with him at the end..," the Spaniard whispered to an empty room as he shook his head, getting up to get dressed so he could go out and look for his Italian lover.

Lovino ran down the hall in the direction of his brother's shared room. Tears rolled down the Italian boy's face, leaving his skin red and blotchy. He knew he shouldn't have believed a word of what that bastard had said. He knew it, yet did he listen to his logic? No. He never did when he was around the fucking tomato-bastard.

Wiping away his tears, Lovino stopped in front of Feliciano and Ludwig's room. The Italian raised a fist to bang on the door before he heard a sound from inside the room. Lovino raised an eyebrow, not understanding if he had really heard what he thought he had heard. Carefully, Lovino placed an ear on the door of his brother's room. The Italian's breath caught in his throat when he heard Feliciano moaning that potato-bastard's name, over and over again.

The Italian boy grimaced at hearing his little brother making sex sounds, and turned on his heel to run in the opposite direction. Lovino looked up as he turned around to look into the face of the man he hated at this very moment.

"Lovi.. ¡Lo siento!{10}" Antonio shouted, grabbing the smaller boy around the waist and pulling him into a hug.

Lovino pushed at the Spaniard, struggling to get out of his grip. Antonio kept ahold of the struggling boy, carrying him back to their room. The strong Spanish teen threw Lovino onto his bed, locking the door as quickly as he could before climbing on top of the Italian teen. Antonio held the boy down by his wrists, straddling Lovino's lap tightly. The Italian gasped as Antonio's lips crashed down onto his own, forcing Lovino into a harsh make-out session.

Once Antonio pulled away, Lovino began cursing at him in rapid Italian. "Stronzo! Tu sei un fottuto stronzo, stupido cazzo spagnolo! Ti odio! Sei proprio un fuking cazzo!{11}"

The Spanish teen nodded, sitting up slowly. "I know.. I know you're pissed at me for saying that, but I was telling the trut. For the first part, at least." Antonio paused, letting out a sigh before looking into Lovino's eyes. "I swear, I'm sorry I lied at that little part at the end.. It was just a joke."

The Spaniard blushed sheepishly, knowing his joke wasn't the best that he could have picked out nor should he have even joked about anything to begin with during such a serious conversation. Lovino puffed out his cheeks, glaring at the Spaniard sitting on top of him. Letting out a sigh of defeat, the Italian lifted his torso up, cupping Antonio's cheek in his hand as Lovino caught the Spaniard's lips in a kiss.

"Whatever, bastardo," Lovino whispered as he pulled away, looking the Spanish by straight in the eye as his voce gained volume. "But the next time you do something like that, I'm cutting your balls off with a rusty spoon."

{1}- Mi dispiace!: I'm sorry! [Italian]

{2}- está bien: it's okay [Spanish]

{3}- spiegare: explain [Italian]

{4}- infierno: hell [Spanish]

{5}- mi madre y mi padre: my mother and father [Spanish]

{6}- mi abuela: my grandmother [Spanish]

{7}- abuelo: grandfather [Spanish]

{8}- D- Davvero?: R-Really? [Italian]

{9}- Tu ... FOTTUTO BASTARDO!: You... YOU FUCKING BASTARD! [Italian]

{10}- ¡Lo siento!: I'm sorry! [Spanish]

{11}- Stronzo! Tu sei un fottuto stronzo, stupido cazzo spagnolo! Ti odio! Sei proprio un fuking cazzo!: Asshole! You're a fucking asshole, you stupid fucking Spaniard! I hate you! You're such a fuking dick! [Italian]