Hallo~ Chapter 2 because my dear Onjina was going to kill me if I didn't update. I hope you all like this one as much as the first! Enjoy~!
Disclaimer: If I owned Hetalia, trust me, I wouldn't be writing right now ^^'' I only own my writing .
Warnings: Angsty!Romano? Sorry for OOCness And Human names used.
Writing Styles:
Flashbacks
Thoughts
Emphasize
Normal
"Understanding is the first step to acceptance, and only with acceptance can there be recovery."
- Joanne Kathleen Rowling
Lovi's POV
I'm fucked up.
Literally and metaphorically.
The first time I woke up was to the sound of an ambulance's siren and Antonio's worried voice. Then nothing. Blank, black, and soundless. Just like always.
I woke up again to the quiet beeping of my heart monitor and the dripping of my IV drip. My eyes were already drooping down, just begging my body to go back to sleep. The last thing I saw was my hand being held by a larger, tan one. It stood out more than it should, given the white hospital sheets it was laying on. My throat was on fire and it hurt to breathe but I managed to choke out one word.
"Bastard..."
Then my medicine kicked in.
3 weeks ago
"-and that's pretty much it. I'm just glad Gilbert's finally settling down with someone that's not a stripper or an 'escort'."
I nodded nonchalantly, jotting down a mental note to warn poor Matthew of what he's getting into. Povero bambino. (Poor kid.)
"Also, Francis wants to propose to Arthur! Amazing, si?"
Amazing, my ass! (Which was pretty fucking amazing, by the way!) "Well, it'll certainly be an interesting wedding. Assuming Arthur doesn't kill him. And only if Arthur says yes, of course." I rolled, yes ROLLED, the window down and stuck my hand out into the wind. All around us, we were surrounded by the Spanish countryside. Antonio got this idea of having a picnic and of course, he picks a location in the middle of nowhere. Typical.
"-would you say yes?"
I looked back and blinked. "Would I say yes to what? Marrying the french bastard? Fuck no! I'd rather shoot myself." God DAMN, that is a scary thought. But Antonio just smiled and shook his head.
"No, mi amor. I meant, would you say yes...if I asked you to marry me?"
…
Shit, is this really happening? I can feel myself blushing. I quickly looked away so he wouldn't see but he knew. He always knows. He took a hold of my hand and just kept quiet until I answered.
"It doesn't matter. We're not getting married and you're not really asking me so it's irrelevant."
Ok, maybe that was a little bit harsh but I'm just protecting myself. I've already convinced myself that we're never getting married and I don't need to get my hopes up. Not again. I'm not a damn masochist. But then again, I am. Because I made a grave mistake. I looked at him.
The raw pain I saw in his eyes was enough to take my breath away as a cold hand gripped my lungs and squeezed. He slowly let go of my hand and nodded stiffly. "Si tu lo dices, Lovi. (If you say so, Lovi)."
Then silence. I just looked out the window, felt the wind blowing on my face but not even a nap could make this situation any less uncomfortable. I knew he was hurt but you can't blame me. I've lived with this bastard basically my entire life, tolled with him through the good and the bad and I know I have the bipolarity of a 16 year old girl on her period but dammit, I want a ring! Arthur HATES Francis and I can assure you that they'll get marry, with that fucked up relationship of theirs. But it doesn't even matter any more. I'm used to it.
"Dame una rason. Solo una. (Give me a reason. Just one.)"
"What?" I glanced back at him to see him staring right at me. Instead of the fucking road.
"You heard me. Why? Give me one reason why we can't get married?" His hands were squeezing down tightly on the steering wheel and his foot was slowly pressing down on the accelerator yet he wouldn't take his eyes off me.
"Oi, bastard! Look at the road!"
"No! Answer me! Por que? (Why!) Why, after all I've done for you! I gave away everything, everything to keep you with me when Turkey tried to take you. After all these damn years of being with you, of dealing with your spoiled ways, which I know are my fault for spoiling you when you were young, but dammit, I have the right to call you mine!I just want that...that's all I've ever wanted!" He reached out and took a hold on me, snaking his hand up to cup my face. But my mind was all fuzzed up and I could only look away just in time to see the grill of the car speeding towards us.
And then it all happened in a flash. One moment, we were having our intense moment and the next, we were flying through the air. I don't remember much after then but the police took some pictures when the other car owner called them. Antonio had slammed his arm into the window and had over 20 pieces of glass buried in his arm. But he was the lucky one. The car hit us on my side and by the look of the photos, the airbag was the only thing that stopped me from cracking my skull open on the headboard. Some other minor injuries were present but the blow to my head put me in a coma for 5 days.
I woke up to a brown head of curls nestled in my lap, firmly holding on to my hand. Antonio. He was sitting down and doubled over to lay his head on my lap. When my nurse came in to check on me, she practically squealed in delight. Apparently, I arrived 5 days ago and have been pretty unresponsive. They were about to give up on me until Antonio firmly assured the doctor that if he didn't treat me, he'd be out of the county real soon. I tell you, he's a scary ass mofo when he wants to be.
The nurse quietly gave me my meds before gently waking up my bumpkin. As he stirred up slowly, the nurse leaned over and looked at me with clear azure eyes. "You know, he hasn't left your side all these days. He'd either sleep in a chair or just how he is now. He'd eat his meals right beside you and read to you every night before he finally drifted off. Oh, and when he had to pee, he'd make one of us watch you until he raced back."
'He did all that...for me?'
Antonio finally raised his head, ever so slowly, waiting as his brain sluggishly registered that yes, I was indeed staring back at him, and no, he wasn't still dreaming. I was alive. His look of adoration was swelling and as he leaned in to kiss me good morning, (Doesn't even mind the dragon breath..) I could hear the nurse's melodic voice as if I was hearing it in a dream.
"He really loves you."
The third time I awoke, I opened my eyes voluntarily. All throughout my dreams, I'd hear a slight ringing. My smooth bell. Then, when my dreams ended and it was all black, it became all I could hear. Ring, ring, ring...
"-awake!" Loud voices.
"-no concussion."
"-can you hear my voice? Squeeze my fingers." I blinked my eyes slowly, trying to focus in on the blurry images. I squeezed down on the doctor's fingers before closing my eyes again.
"Lovi?"
That voice I knew. I opened my eyes quickly and turned to the worried voice. These drugs fucked me up pretty bad because no matter how many times I tried blinking, nothing would come into focus. That is, until I came face to face with Antonio's face. The hard lines of his jaw, the effortless curve of his nose, the sweaty strands of hair plastered onto his forehead. I tried to reach my hand out to him but an array of needles, drips and wired held my arm down. To my right was my IV and vitamin drip and to my left was my heart monitor and medication.
When I tried to touch him, my heart monitor rate shot up to what I hope to GOD was a normal rate because I don't really want Antonio knowing the effect he has on me. But he was too transfixed on me to notice it but my nurse sure didn't. She gave a sly smile and quietly let the doctor and herself out.
"Mi Lovi? Hablame, por favor? (Talk to me, please?)" He leaned over all the way and took my face in his warm hands. I didn't realize how cold I was until he touched me because I could already feel myself gravitating towards him. I licked my lips slowly before choking out a small word.
"Hi."
Antonio looked at me before chuckling. Slightly at first until it grew into an all out laugh. I fidgeted around in my bed, looking confused as hell. 'Why's he laughing at me?' I guess he saw the developing scowl on my face because he finally stopped and took a hand of my hands.
"Hi, love. How do you feel?"
"Like I was pounded in the head with a jackhammer. What the hell happened to me?" I wiggled one hand free and gently massaged my temple. Just as I thought. There was a big ass bump there. And it hurts like a bitch!
"Well, after we made dinner, I wanted to talk to you. But you got all hyped up and started talking about perfumes and lipstick and some crazy idea that I was cheating! And when I tried to explain how wrong you were, you just fell. Straight to the floor. Unfortunately, our kitchen has hard tile flooring so the blow to your head knocked you out. So, I panicked and called an ambulance and here we are."
I watched as he put his head down and kissed my hand, like a true gentleman. Which would've been cute and totally blush-worthy if I wasn't ready to rip his balls off and feed them to him. Now, I remember perfectly. I was in the middle of confronting this good for nothing cheater! "How kind of you. Guess that's another bill to add to this month's tab." Damn! My voice was so cold, I even shivered. But...he deserved it!
...Right?
And he felt it. I could practically see the guilt seeping from his pores. I took back my hands and placed them behind my back so he wouldn't see me gripping my bed sheets like a damn life line. I don't know whether to cry or scream but I'm getting a fucking explanation!
"Look, you bats-"
"'Toni!"
Um...what?
We both looked at the doorway to see a...very flamboyant...man? Woman?
"Antonio, who the fuck is that?" But he looked just as confused as me. The thing sure wasn't discouraged though. He (she?) flaunted it's way inside my room and sat right next to Antonio.
"'Toni! Darling! Where have you been these last few days? I've been so lonely!"
My eyes shifted back and forth between Antonio and the thing, not knowing who to yell at first. Let's start with the thing. "Oi, who the fuck are you? Answer me!"
Just then, my two worst nightmares walked (well ran) in. Gilbert and Francis. They looked around in a frenzy before running up to the thing and dragging him up to his feet. "Come on, Bug. You're coming with us." Francis took a hold of his arms and started leading him to the door.
"No! Hold it! All three of you better come back here. Don't make me get up and kick all you asses!" I was already swinging one leg over the edge of the bed. Antonio ushered them back inside and placed me back in the middle of the bed.
"Gil-Gil. Franny. What's going on?"
Oh, what a bunch of pussies. As soon as Antonio spoke in that little voice, Gilbert and Francis raced back, dumping the thing onto the floor. Once he was close enough, I took hold of Gilbert's jacket and pulled him closer. "Explain. Now." ...Did I just see fear in his eyes? Fuck yeah! Cross that off my bucket list.
"W-Well, we got a call a few days ago about 'Toni. It was the manager of the new bar we started going to. He was concerned because every time that 'Toni goes drinking by himself, he passes out. So, obviously we got concerned too. The awesome me and Franny staked out in the security room and we saw this piece of crap," He pointed to the she-he, "slip something into his drink. Some shit called 'Burundanga'. And its not the first time either. We did the stake for a week and every night, he'd drug him up and...um...try to take advantage of him. H-He never succeeded but still..." Gilbert slowly took my hands off his chest and laid them on my lap. I don't even want to know how frail I looked that even the Prussian was being gentle with me.
I glared at the thing before speaking quietly. "Is this true?"
The man(?) just nodded before tossing his hair back over his shoulder. Damn, he looked even gayer than Feliks and that's a hard feat to accomplish.
I nodded slowly as I carefully took out Gilbert's phone that was peeking out of his back pocket. As I spoke, I started to punch in a number. "This drug...what does it do?"
He looked at me warily but he still answered. "It incapacitates the victim...to pretty much make them a zombie. Four times stronger than the date rape drug and you'll remember absolutely nothing. It burned a hole in my wallet but so worth it." He looked back and fluttered his eyes at Antonio who just flinched in disgust. Luckily, I finished my text.
"I see. Well, you won't have to worry about that anymore."
All four sets of eyes looked at my calm face and steady voice. Just as four men in black suits entered the room.
"Mr. Vargas. Where is he?" The tallest one spoke in a deep, bass voice that resounded throughout the room. I nodded my head towards the man on the floor.
"There."
Bug (finally remembered his damn name) squirmed around on the floor, yelping as the other three men dragged him out the room, kicking and screaming. So damn noisy.
No one spoke. Francis looked at Gilbert. Gilbert looked at Antonio. And then he spoke. "Lovi...who was that?" I turned to face him and smiled softly.
"The Mafia. No one touches what's mine." I gently patted his hands before laying back and closing my eyes. I could already hear my bell ringing. And then all I heard was one final scream coming from the halls and then, Gilbert's loud laughter. Ring, ring, ring...
Like? Love? Complete failure?
Any one else totally feeling the gangster vibe that Roma has? He's got the mafia on speed dial!
And people! That drug mentioned is not just a crazy ass fictional drug for my story! It's very much real and very dangerous.
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-Mia
