I heard the ominous bang of the gun and closed my eyes, not wanting to see what happened next. I didn't have to open my eyes to know. A searing pain shot into my side, burning through the whole left side of my body. An involuntary cry of pain escaped my lips, but I miraculously stayed standing, despite the urgent wound that I could feel dripping sticky, warm blood down my body.

"LOVI!" I heard Antonio sob airily, still being choked most likely.

My eyes remained squidged tightly shut. I didn't want to fucking see. I didn't want to know, damn it! But the more blood I felt trickle down my hands, which were now at my wound, the more I instinctively wanted to check it.

I heard the weirdest fucking wail coming from where Feli had been sitting… ah, that explained it. Hesitantly, and not without pain, I opened my eyes and looked at my brother, who had his hand over his mouth and tears pouring from his eyes. Trying to avoid looking at myself at all costs, I switched my gaze to my attacker and my boyfriend who now looked more pissed off than I ever thought he could get. His eyes were narrowed and, even though he was being strangled, his fists were balled at his sides.

I felt my breath become shorter and shorter, to the point where I was gasping. "T-Toni…" I breathed, calling him by his nickname for the first time ever.

That was apparently the last straw. I collapsed onto the floor, onto my knees, only to see nothing but dark red in my vision. I looked up, trying desperately to find something else to look at than the fucking gaping hole in my body, and found my terrified fratello walking over to me. For a moment, I really wanted him to come to me, but when out of the corner of my eye I saw the fucker Ludwig cock his gun, I yelled at him to get the hell away from me. He did as I told him to, going back to the couch where he had witnessed this whole event.

I wondered how much longer Antonio could hold on before he was strangled to death at the hands of my own twin's boyfriend. My vision fading, I looked over just in time to see said boy pull the most fucking IMPOSSIBLE move ever, which ended up with him kicking the German man in the face full force. Ludwig dropped his hold on his neck, but kept the weapon, lucky for him. He pointed it at the Spaniard, only to find that Antonio had pulled his own gun and gotten behind him, and was also now aiming right at the potato bastard's skull, ready to blow out his brains.

"Game over, mi amigo," he said in a psychotic voice that I had never heard him use before.

"TONI, DON'T!" Feli wailed, running over and pushing in front of the gun, protecting Ludwig from his eminent death. "Don't shoot Wiggie!"

This had to be the first time I'd ever seen him snarl either. "Get out of the way, Feli!"

"No! Wiggie doesn't know what he's doing, ve~! " Tears running down his face, he turned his back to the insane-looking Spanish man, putting his arms around the guy who had just blasted a hole in my side. "Wiggie? Are you in there?"

His response was to be smacked upside the head by the insane German man. He squeaked, but quickly threw himself against him, pressing their lips together in one last attempt to calm the insane man. I was completely surprised when the fucker blinked rapidly and dropped the weapon in his hand, which fell to the floor with a clatter, then kissed Feli back, looking more than lost. I had noticed a major difference in his eyes as he changed back to his normal self. His eyes had… cloudy, possessed, when he was attacking the three of us relentlessly. Now they were just his normal, clear light blue.

It was almost like he was being… controlled.

"You bastard!" Antonio surprised me by shouting, throwing his gun at Ludwig's head, which hit its unsuspecting mark perfectly.

He ran over to me, his green eyes full of water and violent anger, and pulled me into his arms even though I was completely bloody and nasty. "Oh, perdóneme, Lovi! How could I let this happen to you? My little Lovi, mi amor, mi vida, mi miel! I'm so sorry!"

His voice sounded more than tortured as he cried over me, holding me just hard enough to where I could feel his warmth and his heart beating, but not so much as to hurt my bleeding side. While speaking, he was kissing me softly, over and over; putting all is emotions into action. Feeling sleepy all of a sudden, I leaned into him, putting my arms around him and closing my eyes, thinking that there was no way that I would rather go out than in this particular man's arms.

"Call an ambulance!" I heard one of them shout, though I could barely tell who, because I was resting on a fucking cloud of contentment.

Slowly, I slipped away, lethargy pulling me in, enticing me like a damn demon, to whom I was succumbing. I let myself get pulled under, not knowing if I would ever see Antonio's smiling face again.

I heard the voices before I saw the people that they belonged to, but it was incredibly easy, even in my state, to guess who was standing right beside my bed.

"The awesome me thinks he's dead!"

"Oui, it would appear that he has gone down to, what you say, hell, no?"

"Cierre para arriba! My little Lovi is going to be okay. The doctor said he would… This is all my fault…" Antonio sounded grieved.

"Eh, the awesome me agrees with that statement. It IS all your fault."

If I hadn't been lying in a hospital bed partially unconscious and recovering from a near death experience, I would've kicked that annoying motherfucker's ass. "Shut the fuck up, you bastard…" I muttered, hoping something similar to what I wanted came out.

They all fell silent for a second before shouting in excitement at once, causing me to flinch due to an extremely sensitive headache that was beginning to form. Their words weren't even interpretable. In fact, they sounded more like noises of excitement than any language I'd ever heard.

"Welcome back, Lovi…" Antonio said when my eyes opened, while taking my hand and kissing it. "I missed you, mi amor."

"Ah, c'est l'amour!" Francis sighed, waggling his eyebrows before exiting the room to go do who-knew-what.

Gilbert gave a disgusted look at the door the Frenchman had retreated through and said, "That was just not awesome! HE DIDN'T EVEN SAY GOODBYE TO THE AWESOMER THAN AWESOME MR. TWEETTWEET!Wait for the awesome me!" Then he took off after his friend, whining the whole way out.

That left me alone with a very guilty-looking, innocent Antonio who continued to hold my hand, even though I was glaring at the fact that he was doing that in the first place. He didn't seem to care, just kept staring at me lovingly, kind of longingly… it was embarrassing and I tried to pull away, but he held my hand even tighter.

"Can you stop fucking looking at me like that?" I growled, flushing crimson.

With a massive grin, he told me, "No, I can't! I love you too much, Lovi, and I'm so sorry I couldn't protect you…" His smile faded. "What happened was entirely my fault… you'll never know how upset I am that you got hurt because I'm in a gang… Lovi, I love you so much more than you could ever know and I would like you to, well… béseme. "

Before I could ask what the hell that meant because I didn't speak fluent Spanish, he leaned in and pressed his lips against mine, first softly, kindly, then more aggressively as he expressed his emotions through our… embrace. I guess that answered my question. Hesitantly, I started kissing him back, but for some reason, his kissing was making me uncomfortable, instead of the usual warm feeling that spread through me. It was way too…intimate.

I shoved him away from me uneasily. "What the fuck are you trying to do? Make up for something that was never your fault to begin with? Stop it, damn it! Horny bastard!"

The second I told him to stop, he did, pulling away and looking embarrassed that he had acted that way. "Lo siento, Lovi… I was so glad that you finally woke up, that I got a little carried away…" He laughed, rubbing the back of his head and blushing.

"Well… whatever. As long as you don't start humping me like a dog," I muttered under my breath, not completely intending for him to hear it.

Which, of course, he did.

A broad Chesire Cat grin stretched across his face and he said, "I don't think that will be a problem, azúcar!"

I DID however, speak enough Spanish to know he just called me sugar, so I gave him my best scowl. "Good. No humping. Where the hell is Feli at?"

"He's with Ludwig, waiting for you at home. I was the only one who stayed at the hospital the whole time."

"How the fuck is that damn potato bastard not in jail for shooting me?"

"It's been ruled an "accident" on Ludwig's part. He didn't even try to tell them it was an accident, they just wrote that it was without even asking what happened. As if they were being controlled by someone. Like they were pawns in a big game of chess, being moved in order to make all the pieces fit just right…" Antonio told me thoughtfully.

It almost seemed like he knew something that I didn't.

"Until they are finally in the right position for a checkmate," he finished.

"What-" I started to ask, but the doctor came in just then and started rambling about unimportant shit involving my bullet wound and that I'd be released just as soon as they did a few more tests to see that I was okay.

The only thing he said that caught my attention was the fact that my right side was going to be a little stiffer than usual and that bathing would be difficult unless I had someone undo my bandages and undress me before I got in, then dress and re-bandage me when I got out. My face turned redder than a tomato when he told me that and I instantly pictured Antonio undressing me instead of Feli.

"So you'll need someone to help you do that… aru," Dr. Yao told me. "Is that going to be an issue, aru?"

"Oh, ninguÌn problema, Doctor! There won't be an issue there!" Antonio crowed, sounding extremely pleased.

I swear to God, I wanted to punch him so fucking bad. "Y-yeah… I have a twin brother. I'll make him do it or something like that…"

The Chinese man looked pleased and said, "Oh, and I'd like to introduce you to our Nurse in Training, Ivan, aru! He'll be taking you to your last few tests before you go home."

"You will be coming with Ivan, da~?" said the Murse wearing pink scrubs.

"Uh, I guess…" I told the Russian.

"Well then you be coming this way and we go to get the tests!"

For some reason, though he looked very non-threatening, I was terrified for my life around this gray-haired, purple-eyed medical assistant. Very hesitantly, I tried to get up, only to cringe in pain and sit back down again, Antonio freaking out every time I flinched.

"You forgot the wheelchair again, aru!" Dr. Yao said chiding him teasingly by slapping him on the butt with his clipboard.

"I try not to forget again next time, da~?"

"That's right, aru."

I started to feel uncomfortable, but Ivan came back with a wheelchair and stuck me in it, leaving both my doctor and boyfriend behind. He drove me to some weird place silently, had the doctor do the tests on me, and took me back to the room, all without saying much. When we got back, the doctor was gone, but Antonio was anxiously sitting on my bed, picking at his fingernails. Ivan all but tossed the wheelchair into the room and walked away, probably searching for his older "boyfriend" so they could flirt some more instead of working.

"So can I fucking go home now?" I asked grumpily.

"SÍ, Dr. Yao said you could go once the tests were done, so I assume we can go now… But you can't drive and I can't drive so we may never get home."

"Damn. I'll drive anyways."

"But Lovi, they told you that you couldn't drive until you fully recovered! Plus, you can't drive in your condition…"

"Then how the fuck are we going to get home exactly?" I asked him, annoyed.

He thought about it and pulled out his cell phone, cocking his head to the side while saying, "We could call Feli!"

I snorted and crossed my arms. "I'd rather walk."

"Um, we could get… Ludwig…" he suggested edgily.

"I'd rather die."

"I figured you would say something like that. So Feli then?"

I shifted in the wheelchair uncomfortably, wanting to be able to move freely instead of trapped, unable to stand. Determined not to be stuck being rolled around, I tried to stand again, much to Antonio's distaste. He came over next to me but didn't stop me, and I flinched when the pain stabbed at me as I got up. Within seconds, his sturdy arm was there, holding me up so I could get my footing. When I was completely on my feet, I told him to let me go, which he did hesitantly, but I stayed up easily.

"Good. Now we don't have to deal with Feli's driving…" I said to myself, taking a shaky step towards the door.

Then my legs decided to wimp out and I almost fell on my face. Lucky for me, Antonio was hovering over everything I did and caught me, pulling me up again. According to him, I didn't get another chance, because he yanked me up into his arms, like a bride for the second time.

"Hey, put me down, damn it! How am I supposed to get better if you pick me up?"

He smiled and took me out of the room, still carrying me in his embarrassing way. "Lovi, the hospital isn't far from the house, so I'm going to carry you home, okay?"

"No, it's not fucking okay! I told you to put me down! What the hell is wrong with you?" I hollered at him, causing all the people in the hospital to look over as we walked by.

He looked down at me and said, "Shh, we don't want them to think I'm stealing you!" That caused him to laugh as we left the building and he started down the street.

The day was hot as hell and it didn't take long for both of us to start sweating. I felt nasty and probably looked nasty too, but Antonio, of course, looked completely sexy. Even covered from head to toe in disgusting, sticky sweat, he could manage to look hot, with his tan, shining skin. It made me want to smack him for being so lucky. He could look good in just about anything.

"Wow, Lovi, you're so light! Like a little child…" he told me, panting from his exertion.

"Sh-shut up!" I told him, taking it as an insult. It was too hot and sticky for him to be saying things like that to me. It just made me even crankier.

He gave a little laugh and suddenly changed the subject completely. "So, do I really get to help you bathe?"

I smacked him to the best of my ability in the position we were in, which made him laugh more.

"The hell is wrong with you?"

"Nada, nada! I was being serious, actually!" he told me, looking not serious in the least.

I mumbled, blushing at his perverted ways, and said, "No. Feli's going to do it."

"Lucky man. But is your brother much better than your boyfriend?"

Still flushed, I looked away and explained, "Yeah, it's better. Feli's seen me naked because we both sleep with no clothes on, and when we were little and he got scared during the night, he'd come running into my bed." As an afterthought I added, "He still does that, damn it."

He made a noise of understanding. "So he gets to do it because he's related to you and has already seen your chucherías!"

Grumpily I mumbled, "I don't know what the hell that means, but yeah, something like that."

When we finally got to the house after what felt like an hour to me, we were drenched through with sweat and Antonio placed me gently on one of the couches before collapsing on the other, getting his nastiness all over it. Feli came running into the room as soon as he heard us, followed by a very guilty-looking German.

"Lovi~!" my brother cried, hugging me hard, pulling on my wound.

"Ow, damn! Get off!"

He stopped hugging me, said sorry, and started talking at the speed of light, explaining everything that had happened, but it was too overwhelming for me at the moment so I just blocked his words out. For once, he realized that he was being ignored, maybe due to the fact his boyfriend put a hand on his shoulder and TOLD HIM, and so he shut up and sat next to me, trying not to talk.

"Ich bin traurig, Lovino. I'm sorry. I have no idea what happened to me, but it doesn't matter. I still hurt you, and I'll never be able to make up for that," Ludwig told me as I glared with all the hatred in my body.

"Fuck off, you bastard! Get the hell out of my house."

He nodded, obeying my orders. Before he left, he and Feli had their apparently routine make-out session, even after what he did to me, and then he walked out the door and went back to wherever it was potato bastards came from. Antonio was still collapsed and silent, which was both weird and enjoyable at the same time. It gave me and opening to ask my fratello something important.

"You don't have sex with it, do you?"

He reddened at my words and shifted from foot to foot, but answered, "Ve~, only once…"

My jaw dropped. I hadn't been expecting a confession from him; I was just picking on him! "WHAT?" I gasped in surprise.

"Uh… d-don't be mad, fratello!"

"Like hell I won't be mad! When the fuck was this? Was it in this house? Don't you have self-respect, damn it?"

"It was a-a couple days ago… when you were babysitting with Toni… before we switched bodies! Whaaaa~! I'm sorry, Lovi~! I really, really love him though!" He cowered away from me, looking like he was going to sprint the second he was in danger.

I rubbed my head, the violent anger passing, giving me a headache, so I just demanded, "Go away, damn it. I don't want to see your face right now."

He complied, willing and terrified. I should have known something like this had happened. I was the older twin brother after all. Some motherfucker had taken away my brother's virginity and I hadn't even known. Maybe because we were fucking sophomores in high school and it just seemed wrong to me. Either way, I could do nothing about it.

"Now who's going to help me shower?" I sighed, forgetting who I was in the room with.

Antonio sat up straight on the couch as soon as the words came out of my mouth. "Well, if I must!"

I opened my mouth to tell him to fuck off, just like I had to my brother and his boyfriend, only to realize too late what came out was, "Fine."