Balsan and Dadaş really couldn't have cared less if Toma had been sent to Pluto thus his miniature adventure created very little interest with them. In fact, until Sadiq mentioned it tearfully, the two Pit Bulls didn't notice their younger brother's disappearance. The reason Balsan ate a few feral cats was because Sadiq went out for two days in a row and left his dogs outside. How else was the large dog supposed to get food? Besides, the two scruffy longhairs he had eaten were coughed up an hour later in a mess of kibble. Also, Dadaş howled for he had gotten a rose thorn jabbed far into his left paw. Thankfully Sadiq removed the painful spike from his pet's foot shortly after Toma was located. So when Toma ran to them expecting a warm welcome he received nothing. Until they realized a certain feline was missing.
"Eh, wait. Where's that cat you're friends with? Mr. Kitty or something like that…," Balsan questioned, glaring down at his tiny brother.
"I'm not friends with him anymore," Toma muttered. "He left me to die on a street corner, Balsan! Can you believe that? He probably just thought to himself 'Oh I'll trick him into getting me out of the house then I'll wait until something bad happens and leave him to perish!'. I hate cats! That's why I came back. Well, sort of. I kind of got hit by a truck and this white haired man came out. Next he put Romano in his car. I had to drag myself back to the house then hide under Sadiq's truck…"
"I stopped listening when you started talking. In all honesty, I don't care that you came back. I truly don't. Cats are nothing. Training to win is everything. We are not pets, we're workers: workers of Sadiq. And if we can't win then we don't get payed. Now shut your trap and get downstairs!" Dadaş growled before turning on his heel and marching to the open basement door.
Toma sighed and followed after his eldest brother. Believe it or not, Balsan felt a bit bad for the pup. It wasn't like he meant to be dragged into this dangerous game. But Sadiq was the hand that fed; the hand you couldn't bite. If you did bite, the Turk bit back with more gore and power. So, wiping away all thoughts of rebellion, Balsan raced down the stairs after his brothers to continue the intense training. But the thoughts crept back into his mind as he looked closely around the room. Blood-spattered whips hung on the walls for adding endurance. Miles of chains were used for punishment. The walls were spotted with red, the floor had a shag carpet to simulate grass, and darkness kissed every corner. Balsan lowered himself: it was time to fight against Dadaş. This was practice; nevertheless Balsan knew he would lose for Dadaş was much larger and badly wanted to win. Yet Sadiq was watching so Balsan couldn't flee. Sadiq rang the starting bell as Dadaş lunged. Balsan's neck was grabbed between the sharp teeth of Dadaş before his body was quickly flung downwards. Flesh ripped. Crimson created a lake. Toma ran from the room in horror of the torn body.
Sometime after Antonio had left for the animal hospital with Lovino, Spain had climbed into the roof. Spain teetered precariously on the edge of Antonio's roof. It was a long fall down to the grassy earth below. Was the loss of Romano worth splattering on in the gravel driveway? As Spain stepped closer still to the edge he reviewed his life. Antonio had once met everything to Spain until the Spanish man moved into his boyfriend's neighborhood to be closer to him. At this time, Spain had been an even more oblivious kitten. He'd been found in a shelter by the Spaniard earlier in the year thus was very grateful and loyal to the tanned man. He had no idea he was being moved from his familiar apartment to a quiet neighborhood in the suburbs. All the cuddly brown kitten knew was that his Antonio was placing him in the passenger seat inside a red carrier. Carsickness was common with the cat, much more when he was a babe so the security of the transporter was helpful. The truck lurched and off they were. Stops ensued here and there: bathroom breaks for man and cat, snacks, and sightseeing. What? Antonio and Lovino used to live about an hour apart. Yeah, a long distance relationship finally worked out. Anyway, by the time the car stopped, Spain suspected that the truck would never stop rumbling along on the extensive road ahead. The truck drove into the driveway of a darling, medium sized house. The shutters on every window were scarlet with the actual house being a pale green. With a decent sized garage and large backyard, it was a perfect home for starting newlyweds. Spain was amazed about the inside: it was so huge—that's what he said—and full of furniture! Antonio had bought plenty of fixtures to furnish his new home. His past apartment was much too small for every knick-knack the Spanish man wanted to display or place. Naturally, once the kitten's items were set up, Antonio skipped merrily to his boyfriend's home—which was right next door. Spain let himself out through a new cat door and started to explore his new home. But then he saw him.
Romano Vargas was also outside, laying sleepily in the front yard. The new kitten sparked interest; up until now Spain and Romano had not met. Around the time Romano was taken in, Spain had been with Antonio for six months. Thus Spain couldn't help but bother the other feline.
"Hola*!" Spain chirped, wagging his tail.
"Che cosa*?" Romano, who didn't speak Spanish, asked.
"Que*?" Spain questioned, his version of 'What?'
"Dear God, do you even speak English?" Romano hissed loudly, stalking towards the strange animal.
"Oh, yeah, I do. Hi, I'm Spain! My daddy just moved here! What's your name?"
"Wait…is your 'daddy' or whatever's name Antonio?" Romano said, turning pale.
"Yep! He moved here to be-," Spain began.
"I know that, stupid! I'm Lovino's cat, Romano. Since when did Antonio have a cat? My God, first the annoying Spaniard and now some freak bulldozer of a kitten…"
"I am not a sleeping bull! I'm a kitty! So are you and you're cute! Do you want to see my house?" Spain blurted.
Sighing, Romano ended up following Spain home. Together they stalked around the new house, poking pink noses in every little place. A dusty rhinestone dog's collar left behind a closet door, pink slippers and a terrycloth bathrobe lay forgotten underneath a bed in the attic, and so many other things the previous owners had ignored. Eventually, Spain got to know the other cat as they went on: he disliked large spiders, was a great jumper and never missed his target, and loved to explore. Spain couldn't help but bother him with questions.
"Roma, how long have you been with Lovino?" Spain inquired as they investigated a jade beetle on an azalea plant outside.
"First off, it's Romano. Second, I've lived with him for about a week," Romano answered with the beetle on his head. "Gah! Get it off!"
"Spain to the rescue!" Spain cried as he, without thinking, threw himself atop Romano to smash the bug. However, the smaller cat was also squashed under the heavy weight. "Roma? Where did you go?"
Spain violently shook the sweet memories from his head. But as he did so, he titled forward. Forward soon became downhill, and after downhill came speed. As we all know, speed is always stopped by a force. Spain's force was the ground.