Hey, my lovelies!

So I do have another chapter up and running for you!

The guys are all trying to find Gilibird here, buuuuut something happens, obviously.

I do hope you all enjoy!

Even though this one is a bit shorter, I still hope you like it!

I am currently working on the next chapter for you all!

Hetalia (c) Hidekaz Himaruya

Don't Lean On Me (c) Bringmemisery


Chapter 10 - Dónde está?

"What do you mean he's not here?" Antonio whined to the German before him.

"Exactly that," Ludwig crossed his arms, "He didn't come home last night so if you want him, call him."

Antonio turned to his friends behind him. All of them exchanged looks.

They should have called yesterday!

Antonio looked back to Ludwig, "Are you sure he's not here?"

"Leave!" Ludwig yelled, "He's not here!"

Antonio pouted as he crossed his arms. He was about to turn around when a voice caught his attention. He looked past Ludwig and noticed Feliciano approaching them.

"Boungiorno!" Feli shouted as he pushed past Ludwig, "What brings you guys here?"

"Buenos días, Feli!" Antonio smiled, "We were trying to look for Gil."

"Ahh," the Italian nodded, "well, he's not here. Just me and Lud. Oh, and Roderich's here too. Ah! You guys should come in!"

"Feli," Ludwig protested.

"Oh, come on!" Feli pleaded as he tugged on Ludwig's arm, "Just for a little. Please, please, please—"

"Fine," Ludwig groaned, "But only for a little."

Ludwig moved away as Feli grabbed Antonio by the arm. Antonio laughed as he was pulled toward one of the couches. He was pushed down into it, and Feli sat beside him.

Feli smiled, "Ciao."

"Hola," Antonio laughed, "you're in a good mood."

"I'm always in a good mood," Feli giggled.

Antonio looked across to the other couch where his friends now sat.

"Would you be so kind as to get your fat arse off of my hand," Arthur barked.

"Excusez-moi," Francis rolled his eyes, "this couch isn't big enough for your ego."

Arthur smacked the side of the Frenchman's head, and soon the two of them pushed against each other – into Lovino as well.

"Stop it," Lovino yelled as he pushed them back, "keep your damned hands to yourselves!"

"Good lord," Roderich's voice rang as he approached the group, "I didn't know we were having a party, Ludwig."

"I didn't either," Ludwig groaned, "you can thank him for the invitations."

Feli laughed, "Come on, we're all a big happy family."

"I wouldn't say that," Arthur groaned.

Antonio looked up to the ceiling, and noticed how bare it was. His eyes widened as he turned to Ludwig.

"Amigo, ¿dónde está su lámpara?"

Ludwig cocked his head, his eyes darted up, "Oh, right. We had it taken down."

"Gil's been complaining about it," Roderich sighed, "I don't understand why he'd want to get rid of such a lovely decoration, but this is his house."

Antonio tilted his head, "I didn't think he was serious about that."

"I feel bad for Gil," Feli said, "he's been acting really strange lately. . ."

Roderich sighed, "That's because he's a fool."

"Pardon me," Arthur intruded, "as much as I would like to agree with you, I do believe that Gilbert may have a serious case of paranoia. Or . . . something far worse."

Roderich grunted, "That's right, Francis told me about how you filled his head up with the idea of being psychic."

"Excuse me?" The Englishman gawked.

"That's not what I said," Francis retorted.

Arthur shook his head, "I did not fill his head with anything. Gil was the one who came up with the idea that his dream actually meant something. All I did was conclude that there were some correlation between both his and mine."

Ludwig groaned, "I knew him being around you all was a bad idea."

Arthur laughed, "Do you honestly think that we have anything to do with this? He was the one that told us about it, not the other way around. I would not have said a thing to him had he not have told us. Do your research before you point your finger, Beilschmidt."

"Don't order me around in my own house, Kirkland!"

"Amigos," Antonio rose his hands, "No need to get fussy."

Roderich sighed, "What's worse than three full-grown children?"

"Amigos, I'm with Arturo on this one – We never told Gil anything. Whatever he thinks that dream was is on him, but we have to help him out. He's got a big problema, and we should be with him on this. Gil isn't the kind of guy to make a big deal about nothing."

Roderich laughed, "Shows how good of a friends you are."

"I agree with Tonio," Feli chimed in, "sure, Gil can be a little dramatic, but he's made a big change. He's not the kind to get paranoid as easily as he has been. I mean, his behavior is way out of character."

"Exactly my point," Arthur nodded, "He believes there is a problem, and there just might be."

"But how?" Ludwig asked, "It's just a dream!"

"Perhaps," Arthur crossed his legs, "But there are some instances that one may receive a message from beyond that of normality. I didn't think it were possible, but as I mentioned our dreams connected."

"Again, how?" Ludwig leaned against the couch.

Arthur sighed, "Gil's dream stated he was crushed by your chandelier. My dream stated that Gil had been critically injured, and I was trying to his assailant."

"But who would want to hurt Gil?" Roderich asked, "I mean, he is stupid, but I don't think he's on someone's blacklist."

"Not someone," Lovino stated, "something."

Antonio's eyes shifted over to Ludwig – the German's eyes had widened.

Here it comes.

Ludwig cleared his throat, "What does that mean?"

"Nothing too out of the ordinary," Lovino replied. "Just probably a freaking demon."

"Lov," Antonio forced a laugh.

"Don't interrupt me," Lovino snapped, "Arthur is my witness! Some damned demon is going after him!"

Arthur groaned, "For the last time, it is not a demon! It is a lost spirit!"

"What are you going on about, now?" Roderich asked.

"A d-demon!" Feli stammered, "amico, that is very dangerous to mess with!"

"Lovino," Arthur barked, "now you've got your brother believing it!"

Antonio shook his head as both the Italian and Englishman bickered.

Could they really be dealing with a demon?

It almost reminded him of his own dream . . .

Antonio shifted in his seat.

Maybe he should tell them?

He cleared his throat, but the vibration in his pocket silenced him. He pulled out his phone and stared at the screen – Jesus' name flashed.

He was about to ignore it, but went against it.

"What is it now, Jesus?"

"Señor," a voice replied, but it didn't belong to Jesus.

". . . José?"

"Señor, you need to come here."

"Come . . . where?"

"Your house."

"Why?"

"Someone broke into your house. María is here – she's asking for you."

"Wait, what did you say?" Antonio's heart skipped.

"Someone broke into your house. María said she saw some people here, and she ran back to her car. You might be able to talk to her better than I can."

Antonio ran his fingers through his hair as he stood up, "I'll be right there."

As he hung up, Francis' voice called to him.

"Antoni, is something wrong?"

Antonio shoved his phone in his pocket, "Guys, I got to go home real quick. There are some . . . problemas that I need to fix up."

He darted out the door as his friends threw more questions at him – Lovino's eyes had been locked on him the entire time.

Antonio ran to his car, and after the long ride he parked in his drive way. In front of the house stood José who was looking down at his phone.

Antonio stepped out of his car and approached the man. Once he was close enough, José looked up from his dark bangs.

"She's inside," José pointed to the front of the house.

Antonio nodded as he walked up to the door. Once inside he found both Jesus and María on the couch – María's face was buried in her hands.

"Jesus," Antonio asked as he approached them, "what happened?"

Jesus shrugged, "Apparently someone broke in, Señor. Broke the window over there in the back. Glass everywhere. I'm not sure if anything got stolen."

Antonio looked over to the broken window that was near the kitchen. He then turned back at Jesus.

"How come no one called me sooner?"

Jesus shrugged again, "I just happened to be in the neighborhood, and I saw Señora here run to her car—"

Antonio furrowed his eyebrows, "Aren't you supposed to be in the fields by now?"

". . . I was, pero I needed to go downtown to pick up some rakes."

"Jesus, we have rakes in the shed."

Jesus tilted his head, "Not when I checked . . . anyways, I found her and she told me someone might still be inside. So, I checked it out but the only thing I found was the broken ventana."

Antonio scanned the room.

Overall the room did seem fine, but . . .

Antonio scanned once more, then searched the bottom floor. He examined the broken glass, then walked over to the kitchen. He looked under the table, checked the windows, and even the drawers. He turned around and his eyes fell onto the magnetic knife strip just above the sink – one was missing.

Antonio walked back over to the living room. It was foolish to think, but for a moment he considered that Jesus took that knife.

But that was foolish.

He forced himself away from the two on the couch as his heart skipped.

There was one place he knew Jesus wouldn't have checked.

Antonio made his way down one of the hallways. At the end stood a brown door. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his keys. He searched the ring a few times and found a small silver key. He slide the key into the key hole and the door pushed open before he had unlocked it.

Antonio shoved the door and ran inside. The room had been loitered. Papers littered the floor; there were large scratches along the walls. Glass crunched beneath his feet as he walked toward the back of the room, and noticed the huge bookcase that had rested before the wall now lay flat on the ground – the safe behind it was wide open and bare.

He fell to his knees as he continued to stare into the safe.

No one as access to this room, not even Lovino.

All of his father's savings were in there – his savings were in there.

This is not to say that he still didn't have some in the bank . . . but . . .

He remained silent for a moment when his phone vibrated. He pulled it out and looked at the screen. He had received a new message; however, this message did not show a number nor a name.

From:

LOL

Antonio's heart sank.

How can someone be so low as to steal from him, and laugh about it?

Better yet, how did they get his number?

He heard footsteps from behind him, and his heart skipped. He took in a deep breath as he scanned the room for something to defend himself with.

"Antonio," he heard the familiar Italian's voice from behind him, "are you okay?"

Antonio shrugged as he continued to stare at his phone.

Glass crunched behind him, and soon enough Lovino had couched beside him.

"Hey," Lovino said in a hushed tone.

Antonio looked to him and forced a smile, "well, at least no one is hurt."

Lovino's hand stretched out and Antonio took hold of it.

Antonio sighed once he got to his feet. He shoved his phone in his pocket, and looked over to Lovino.

"Lov, how come you're here?"

Lovino shrugged, "before you left you seemed . . . worried. A-and I wasn't sure if something really bad happened."

"Mi vida, you're going to give yourself wrinkles if you keep worrying about me like this."

"Be grateful that I actually care, jackass!"

"Lo siento," Antonio forced another smile.

Lovino crossed his arms, "so, care to explain what happened?"

"To be honest, I'm not very sure. All I know is that someone broke in—"

"Is that why this place looks like shit?"

Antonio nodded, "wait, did Jesus not tell you what happened?"

"No, all he told me was where you ran off to. Why the hell did you run off on your own, anyways? Just up and fucking left us without much explanation!"

"I said I was coming here."

"Yeah, but you could have told us why you were?"

"Lov, I wasn't sure what was going on. Besides, I still haven't figured out if they're still here."

Lovino's eyes widened, "what the hell does that mean?"

Antonio felt his blood boil, "It's nothing, Lov. Just let me handle it."

Lovino grunted as he stomped out to the hallway.

Antonio sighed as he followed the Italian.

"Lovi," He asked, "wait a minute—"

"No, you said you'll fucking handle it!"

"Lovi," Antonio grabbed him by the arm.

Lovino tried to pull away, "let go of me right now."

"Lovi, por favor. Listen to me."

"Why?" Lovino pulled away his arm, "so you can tell me some more crap stories about how you're going to fucking handle it. I already told you I was sick of this shit. You said you were going to tell me things, remember? Or are you too much of an idiot to remember that?"

"Lovino," Antonio felt his knees shake, "por favor, listen to me. I don't want you to worry."

"Don't you get it? I do worry about it. I'm not going to stop worrying about it. Dammit, Antonio, you're like a brick wall. Stop thinking that you're Mr. Impossible and get off your high horse. This crap is getting out of hand. Call the police and have them find the guy who did this. I'm sure they'll figure it out."

"Mi vida, I couldn't find anything here that would give me a hint."

"You didn't find anything, but that's not to say that they can't. I hate seeing you do this by yourself."

Another vibrate came from Antonio's pocket. He looked at the screen and found a message from Arthur.

Arturo:

We found Gil. We're taking him to my house. Be there.

Antonio sighed and looked up to Lovino who also stared down at his own phone.

"I'll let them know what happened here," Lovino said, "you stay here."

"No, mi vida. It's fine. I can go with you guys."

"Seriously? Your house got broken into and you're going to just leave?"

"We were looking for Gil, anyways. He's got a bigger problem coming his way. I'll just tell Jesus to stay here with María. Once we talk to Gil, I'll come back."

Lovino sighed, "You're so damned stubborn."