Antonio quickly devoured the food that was set before him. He didn't realise until now how hungry he was, having not eaten since Bella came over the previous day.

"Vee~ Tonio, slow down! There is no need to rush." Feliciano sent the Spaniard a cheery smile as he set a glass of water in front of the older man.

"Yeah, no way am I cleaning it up if you got sick in my house." Lovino huffed, already finished the meal.

Antonio chuckled and continued at a slower pace but quickly finished it when the older Italian started complaining about how long he was taking.

I—S-H-O-U-L-D—G-O

Lovino reluctantly nodded his head, not actually wanting the Spaniard to leave but like he would say that out loud.

Both Italian brothers walked Antonio to the door.

"Come around again sometime, big brother Tonio!" Feliciano cheered, waving at the retreating man. Antonio lifted a hand up to wave at the two, smiling when Lovino merely frowned and hesitantly waved in the direction of the flower garden that sat beside the Spaniard.

~~~~Time-Skip~~~~

The trip back to the apartment that he shared with the Frenchman seemed longer than usual. Antonio quickly walked up the countless stairs, wanting to just lay on his bed and forget the encounter with Tim and Bella.

Finally getting to the right floor he stood there in shock when he unfortunately saw a familiar figure sitting beside the front door. The person lifted their head up to meet the Spaniard's gaze and immediately sent the brunette a terrifying glare.

"Glad you finally made it back. I was starting to get bored." Tim stood up revealing his dangerously tall height. Antonio felt a shiver go up his back when he felt the air seem to get cooler.

Suddenly Tim grabbed the front of Antonio's shirt and brought his face close to the others.

"Didn't I tell you to stay away from my little sister? But what do you do? Get her to make some waffles for you? What do you have to say for yourself?"

Antonio merely felt his mouth open and close, not being able to make any words come out.

Tim snarled, "Still have that little disorder? What is it? Selective mutism? Heh, yeah right. Personally, I just think you refuse to speak is because you think you are better than everyone else. Since your precious mummy and daddy died you think you are just top of the world, right? Pathetic…"

"Tim… What business do you have here?"

Both sets of eyes turned to the owner of the accented voice.

"Francis… I was just talking to Antonio."

"Yes, I can see. And I would appreciate it if you would let go of him. You wouldn't want me to call the police, would you?"

Tim reluctantly released Antonio and shoved his way past the Frenchman.

"This isn't over."

"Actually, I think it is." Francis turned towards Tim and held his phone to his ear. "Yes, hello, police? I would like to report a man disturbing the peace." Tim's eyes widened and he quickly retreated down the stairs. Francis put his phone back in his pocket and turned to Antonio. "Tonio, are you alright?"

The Spaniard gave a slow nod and turned to his friend, giving the blonde man a curious look. Francis snickered and patted Antonio's shoulder. "Nah, I didn't actually called the police. It was the only way to get him to leave quickly. But next time I won't hesitate to call them. Now come inside, I just thought of a new recipe and I want to know your opinion of it."

~~~~Lovino's POV~~~~

Lovino sighed as he listened to his little brother humming in the room next to him. He closed his eyes and let the sweet sound lull him into what he thought would be a peaceful sleep.

"Please tell me there is something you can do!"
"Miss, I need you to calm down. I am truly sorry but there is honestly nothing that I can do right now. I believe that your son will just have to learn to live like this."

Lovino woke up to the sound of crying and opened his eyes. But he was surprised to find everything was black when he did so.

"Fratello! You're awake! Are you alright?!" Lovino immediately recognized his little brother's voice and tried to find where it was coming from, struggling under the bed sheets.

"Feli, w-where are you? W-Why is everything dark, can't you turn on the lights?" The boy tried not to let his voice crack but it was near impossible. He had woken up in an unfamiliar place surrounded by darkness, he was scared.

He heard someone the crying stop and a sharp intake of breathe next to him.

"L-L-Lovino… I-I am so sorry." This time he recognized it as his mother's voice and he didn't understand what was going on.

Someone cleared there throat and an unfamiliar voice spoke up.

"Lovino, I am Doctor Kirkland. Due to the accident you were in a couple days ago I regret to inform you that because of that you have lost your sight. Your mother and brother are here at the moment so I will leave you three in peace to talk."

The Italian boy just sat there in shock trying to understand what the man had just told him.

"I-I… I'm what…?"

Someone burst into tears beside him and wrapped their arms around his small frame. He didn't know who it was, nor did he care. He was still trying to come to terms with the fact that he would probably never be able to see again in his life. He would never be able to see Feliciano or his mother's smiling faces again. He would never be able to play soccer with his friends at school again. His life wouldn't be the same as it was the past 10 years….

Lovino woke up with a cold sweat over his olive skin. That dream… That memory… It wasn't the most terrifying thing he had ever gone through but every time he thought of that time a lump would form in his throat and he just… never mind. He didn't want to think about it.

The only people that actually knew that he once could see were his family and the few friends he had back at his school before the accident, but after he had gotten out of school they slowly would stop talking to him. Not wanting to be stuck in a classroom with a blind boy, preferring to be out in the sun chasing after a soccer ball.

Lovino groaned and sat up, he wondered how long he had been asleep for. He couldn't hear Feliciano humming anymore and he wondered where his little brother had gotten off to. He frowned when the first thought that came into his mind was the potato licking bastard. But then those worries flew out the window when he heard Feliciano call out to him from downstairs.

"Lovi~ Come down, I made pasta for dinner!"

Lovino let a small smile creep onto his lips at his brother's obvious ways and he quickly made his way to the kitchen, not wanting to hear his little brother complain about him taking too long.

A/N

Hello everyone! I really hope you liked this chapter! I wrote half of it at school (as you do), was kind of uncomfortable doing so, especially since the person sitting beside me kept looking at what I was writing… but anyway!

I have thought of another idea for a Hetalia fanfiction, *sigh* But don't worry! I will finish this one first before I start another. But, I am thinking about writing it but not uploading it until I finish this one cause it will make everything easier. What do you guys think? If you guys want I will upload the first chapter as like… (what do you call it)… sample? I don't know if that's the right word…

But anyway! Tell me what you think! I love all the reviews I am getting and you guys are great support! I love you all!

Until next time!

Hasta la pasta!