Chapter 14

A shiver went through Romano's whole body and he felt his heart skip many beats at a time. It was Antonio! The gratitude of seeing him washed away in an instant with horror as the scene in front of him began to sink in. Toni's body hung from his wrists, chains leading up the damp and dirty ceiling, legs bound to the ground in the same fashion. The man would raise the whip, sending it crashing into Spain's sides. With each stroke Antonio would grunt, the pain pulling screams from his mouth. Still unable to even see where the blows would strike next. The nation had little room to turn away from the vicious assault. Romano, wincing at the horrible cracking of leather against skin couldn't bear to watch it. Yet he just stood there, frozen in fear, hatred and disgust bubbling inside him. Who was this man? Lovino balled up his fists, tempted to charge into the room. Whoever that asshole was, he would soon be dead. He had to do something! The easily angered man started to go for his boyfriend, but stopped at the door, hand poised above the knob. With no weapons the Italian knew he couldn't just barge into the room. He was too weak to take on that large man with only his fists, and as much it pained Romano to admit, all he could do was wait. But wait for what? What good would it do him now if he got caught as well? Romano had to think of a way out of this mess.
Antonio could die and it would be all Romano's fault. His fault for causing that horrible avalanche, for taking so long to find him... His fault for not being stronger, for being too weak to save the nation that took care of him for so long. How pathetic! Romano clenched his teeth, tears welling up from frustration and irritation. Cursing, Romano backed up, resolving to find another way. There had to be something around that he could use against that brute! With his sudden movement he knocked over a metal chair, the loud clang of it hitting the concrete floor resounding off the walls. The noise drew the man's attention, the man whipping Antonio looked hastily by the window and Romano ducked quickly, his heart pounding in his ears, praying to God that he didn't see him.
"Shit! What am I going to do now?" Please don't let him hear that…Please don't let him hear that…Please don't let him hear that… Romano thought over and over to himself. I can't screw up now! I've come this far, I have to save him!
A few moments later Romano slowly got up to look through the window to see that the man was gone! The terrified Italian froze…No! Where'd he go! Did he really hear me after all? FUCK! I really have to be careful now. Romano looked up at Toni…guilt filling him up, Antonio just hung there limply without moving a single muscle. Blood ran freely down his entire body and Lovino gulped. As Romano was in the process of getting up to go sneak over to the door, a pair of thick arms grabbed him around the throat from behind.
Romano started choking as the pair of arms lifted him full off the ground. He noticed that it was a tall, thickly built man, and the man lifted Romano up and dragged him out of the room into the hallway while Lovino kicked, screamed, and clawed at this person as he opened the door of the room that Antonio was in.
Romano jerked around and noticed it was Turkey who had hold of him! But why the fuck was Turkey here? Was he the one beating Antonio? Why was he beating him? Oh, how he will pay for this! Look what he's done! Rage started to emerge in Romano's eyes as the hatred of this man grew stronger. Romano struggled to get out of Turkey's grasp, but all the bigger man did was laugh and clamp his gloved hand over Romano's mouth, making the swearing Italian shut up.
"Wow, capturing you was a lot easier than I thought it would be." The brown haired man said into Romano's ear, entering the room.
"G-get away from me b-bastard! Let me go!" Romano managed to choke out, thus knocking Spain out of his trance like state instantly. Antonio looked up toward that voice, wishing desperately that it was not who he thought it was and was horrified that 'that voice' was here. But no, why? Why was he here? This can't be happening please God no!
"I said get off of me bastardo!" the voice sounded again and Spain knew that voice instantly.
"LOVINO! He cried out, thrusting at his chains harder than ever before, cuts opening all over his body. "YOU SAID YOU WOULDN'T HURT HIM!" The Spaniard screamed at the Turkish man, as Toni broke into tears making his blindfold soaked. "Let him go Sadiq!…" he cried out, in the wrong direction, his voice breaking. "He didn't do anything!…"
"Hey dipshit I'm over here." Came a voice to the other side of the Spaniard's ears. Antonio turned around and almost gave himself whiplash from cranking his head so fast.
"TONI!" Romano screamed out, trying to reach towards the chained man. "Get your disgusting grip off me you filthy jackass!" Romano managed to struggle out again towards the Turkish man. Sadiq started to get really irritated.

"Shut up you stupid little brat!" he growled, slamming Romano's head against the wall and gripped him even harder.

"O-ow that hurt…you…bastard…" Romano yelled at Sadiq while little bits of blood streamed down his head.
"That's what you get for being an annoying dipshit." Turkey Commented back smiling.
"A-are you ok Romano? H-hey don't hurt him!" Spain bawled out once again, slowly going in and out of consciousness. "R-roma...no..."
"I never promised you that I wouldn't hurt him," Sadiq stated while Romano struggled to get free from his grasp. "And if you have to know, he came here on his own free will and was hiding in the corner of one of my rooms over there. Did you really think I wouldn't spot you?"
Romano jolted away trying to break free but Turkeys grip was just too tight. So he had to think of another way out. He scanned the room, it was small and smelled like mold and dead bodies, looking for a way out. Yeah, that'll do perfectly…and at that moment Romano bit as hard as he possibly could into the forearm of the Turkish man, teeth digging through fabric, catching him off guard making him drop Romano to the ground suddenly.
"You little-!" Turkey started to say, clutching his arm, but Romano quickly got up and ran over to the table where Sadiq's overcoat was. Lovino grabbed one of the chairs tucked underneath it and proceeded in running over to Turkey and smashed the hard wooden chair right into his back. The chair broke into many pieces through the force of the impact, knocking the Turkish man to the ground.
"Aragh…" Turkey started to say but slowly that turned to silence.
But Turkey was still conscious so Romano ran back and grabbed the last chair that was tucked under the table and brought it back crashing it right over Turkey's head with as much force and anger as he could possibly muster.
"Double tap, bitch! Now stay down!" Romano yelled through a somewhat cracked voice.
He felt good! He felt like if he put all his might into one final blow everything would be alright.
Finally, he was down and it didn't look like he was going to be getting up anytime soon, but Romano didn't want to take any chances, so he dashed over to Spain who was panting hard, half conscious.
"Toni! It's ok Toni! I-I'm here now and I'm going to get you out! Just stay with me!" Romano pleaded as he undid the knot of the blindfold, and took it off. But, Spain just looked at him with a blank stare, as if looking off into space. His once beautiful emerald green eyes now a flat, dull green as they were getting adjusted to the light once more.
"Come on, Spain! Stay with me, come on stay awake you can do it!" Romano yelled at him through tears as he tried to yank at the chains.
"G-Go Love, before he gets back up again…" Spain managed to slur out.
"NO! I'm not leaving without you! We're getting out of here together!" Romano growled determinedly, tears running down his face.
That's when Romano really noticed how bad Toni's leg was, the appendage mangled and twisted at the knee and pure horror struck him. That Bastard did this! He'll pay for this! Lovi tore off a piece of his shirt and wrapped it around Toni's leg. Antonio flinched as Lovino made contact with his injury. But at least that was a somewhat good thing, that meant that Toni could still feel his leg, even if it was just somewhat…
That's also when Lovino noticed Turkey's overcoat lying on the floor near the table. Lovino ran over to it searching frantically for the keys until his hand touched the ridged surface of the small metal frames. And he pulled out the key ring with about six other keys attached to it. Lovi scanned them all over and went over to Spain.
First, Romano slowly bent down and on his second try he found the right fit to unlock the chain around his good foot. Now the hard part was…trying to get Spain out of his broken leg chain. Romano didn't want to hurt him any more than he already was. Lovi slid over and unlocked the chain of the hurt foot, and to his satisfaction nothing went wrong. His leg really was horrible though, the fibula was decimated, and the tibia seemed to be poking at the skin from inside…the gruesomeness made Romano wince just by looking at it.
Next, was the arms; Lovino went up as high as he could, practically on his tiptoes, to his right arm and saw that his arms were worn out. They were bloody and bruised everywhere just like the rest of his body. Romano pitied him, he really did want to help, but how? He unlocked the restraint that held Antonio up. Then he reached over to the other arm and took that one out of its chains. Spain fell forward into Romano's arms and Romano smiled; glad to have that familiar scent of Antonio near him once more, though tainted with sweat and blood. Romano caught him and held him close.
"Mi dispiace, Antonio… I should have been here sooner…" Romano sulked into his lovers shoulder crease, getting blood all over his coat from Antonio's whip wounds. But Romano didn't care, all he wanted to do was hug him forever, he just wanted time to stop and all his worries go away…Romano glanced at Spain, all he had on was his tan pants with his tan shirt and his red ribbon bow on. But, now his shirt had so many holes in it, it was a surprise it was still staying together; same with his pants…He had gashes everywhere! Cuts, tears, lashes, he was red and bloody all over. Everywhere on his body was bruised, he barely looked like himself; the only thing recognizable was his face. Nothing much was wrong with his face, except for a knife cut going across his left cheek under his eye, his head had some problems bastard has lots of head problems, but his face was fairly decent.
Romano got up to go, but remembered something important he'd saw on a horror movie one time with Antonio. He set down Toni down as lightly and as genteelly as he could against the wall near the door and walked over to the limp Turkish man. He grabbed him by the arm and dragged him over to the chains and lifted him as best as he could up onto the chains and locking them into place. It actually took some time to do but it was worth it in case he woke up and chase after them. None of them were really in any condition to fight.
Antonio's eyes slowly fluttered open to a blurry sideways glance at Romano. His eyes gradually focused in on the Italian more clearly and at first he wanted to chuckle. What an odd time to want to laugh, but the sight of Romano trying to chain up a man Turkey's size just tickled Spain's insides. Spain tried to laugh but all that came out was a damaged half laugh half choking sound. As Romano finished, he turned to look at Toni and ran back to check on him to see if he was ok. Spain just looked up and smiled though.
"You really are a hero, Lovino…I don't know what would have become of me here w-without your help, I just wa-wanted to say Th-thank you Romano…" Spain slowly choked out.
"D-don't say things like that you dumb bastardo! You make it sound as if you're saying goodbye… and that's not an option! Come on, let's go." Romano said straightening up. He went over and grabbed Turkey's overcoat and leaned down to help put it on Antonio.
"I don't think he'll be needing this for a while" Romano smirked as he put the coat on Antonio. He then placed his arm underneath Spain's pit and lifted him up.
"One second, Romano, I want to say one last thing to Turkey before we leave…" Romano nodded and brought Antonio over to the limp Turkey. Spain looked at him with disgust and hatred…he reached up with his hand to make sure the chains were tight enough so he wouldn't get out, before saying…
"Don't want you getting away now do we?" Antonio spat to Turkey who was slowly starting to stir.
"Here put your arm around me here, and hold on tight." Romano stated as Toni started to fall. Spain nodded and they were off. Romano half carried half dragged Antonio out of the room, trying to be very careful of his leg in the process. They left the room and shut the door tight locking it with the keys. Then looking to make sure no one was around, they proceeded toward the door where Romano came from in the first place.
They opened the heavy metal door to complete whiteness, it was a blizzard outside. Romano shrugged and stepped into the deep snow. When they were a good distance away from the building Romano threw the keys into the snow and half walked half staggered through the snow. The wind chill was freezing and Romano tried his best to shelter Spain from getting grazed with any more damage, which caused Romano to get the full on impact of the snow. But, Lovino didn't care, as long as Spain was safe with him that's all that mattered.
Antonio and Lovino were both shivering, so to keep their mind off things they engaged in a chat. That was until Antonio slowly fell back into unconsciousness after a while. The walk was at a very slow and staggered pace. Romano looked back to see if anyone was coming and noticed that they were in the clear. The only thing he could see behind him was the light blood trail from Antonio, his leg oozing slowly onto the once pristine snow, and his body wounds slowly dripping off his slim body. But it didn't worry him much because moments later the snow would come and cover it up in no time…the snow was falling at such a fast pace, it was almost unbearable…and that's when Romano started sneezing and coughing more and more…
"I swear to God, if I get sick I-I'm going to be so p-pissed!" Romano said in a hushed voice as he headed off in the direction he thought he came from…