AN: Warning: This chapter might be a little hard for some to read, take caution if you don't handle parental aggression very well.
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia
"Lovino come here right fucking now!"
The yell echoed throughout the small apartment and Lovi swallowed hard. His parents only called for him when he'd fucked up. Judging by the malice in his father's voice, he'd fucked up badly.
He set his Chemistry book down and stood, trying not to let the fear cloud his face as he reached the kitchen. His father stood near a row of cabinets, one section thrown open. Plastic tubs and pots littered the floor.
"Do you see this shit? Come here-no stand right fucking here. Do you see that? Huh? Answer me!" His dad barked, sending Lovi spiraling into a fit of chills.
The small teen set his jaw and spoke through gritted teeth, "Yes."
"Don't have a goddamn attitude with me, boy." Lovino's father grabbed him by the back of the neck and pushed hard. Lovi had no choice but to crouch on the floor, the weight of his father's hand too heavy to fight. He wouldn't have fought him anyway. That only led to worse punishments.
"What have I told you about the fucking pots? Speak up!"
"N-not to..." Lovi trailed off, his voice breaking. He'd done this to himself. He knew he should have organized the cabinets properly. He knew it was his responsibility. "Not...to just..."
"-Throw them in there! Not to just fucking throw shit in the cabinets. Don't you have a goddamn brain?" His father hit him upside the head, hard, hard enough to make Lovi want to cry out.
But he didn't. He shut his mouth tight.
"Fix it or so fucking help me..."
Lovino knew the threat wasn't empty. He began to reorganize the cabinet, flinching when his father shifted his weight from one foot to another.
My fault, my fault, my fault, fucking bastard, my fault, my fault.
His father glared down at him and Lovi watched him from out of the corner of his eyes-watched and wondered if he really did deserve all the shit he got.
After he finished up the cabinet his father pointed to the sink.
"Now do the goddamn dishes."