Poland: So like, you already should know this is histrically incorrect and blah blah blah...

Lithuania: Umm...Poland? We're not supposed to talk during this chappie, it was our turn already...and that was my line...

Poland: Like seriously?

Lithuania: Yeah, I was supposed to say the disclaimer with Estonia this time...

Poland: Oppsie

Estonia: HetaliaShadow does not own Hetalia

Lithuania: Thanks Estonia...Also, to the readers, this chappie was written by writer #2, who is considering to tell writer #1 to make up pen names or something...

Chapter 2

Lovi, unable to look at Antonio without being engulfed with his overwhelming anger, began pacing back and forth impatiently waiting for Feliciano. Just before he was going to scream in frustration he heard a knock at the door, and ran to open the door. Behind the door he saw his younger brother...with the potato bastard.

"Feli! Damnit! Why did you bring potato bastard over here?" He screamed out.

"Lovi...I don't own a car...so he voluteered to bring me here. Anyway, how's Antonio?" Feliciano looked at his brother with his teary brown eyes.

"Come inside, he's on the couch. I already fixed all his wounds." Lovino hesitantly motioned for them to come inside. Upon seeing the injured Spaniard his younger brother rushed to the couch's side in tears. Standing with the German a little off to the side, Lovino was already planning revenge, but was interupted by him.

"So, vhat are his injuries?"

"A black eye, broken arm, but I already set it, some bruised ribs, and those nasty cuts all over his body."

"Do you know vho did zis?"

"No, but as soon as I do I will beat that son-of-a-bitch to a god damn bloody pulp."

"Ve~? Is it because you love Antonio?" Felciano questioned.

"No! Damnit! I don't love the tomato bastard! I'm his fucking henchman! It's my responsibility! Damnit!" Lovino screamed, turning extremely red.

"Hmm..." Ludwig stated before walking over to inspect Antonio, thinking that even though Lovinio was Italian, he did a pretty good job patching up Antonio.

"Ve~? Are you sure big brother?" Felciano questioned his brother.

"Yes I'm sure damnit!"

"...Lovi...Lo...vi...I...lo...I'm..." Antonio groaned in his sleep. Lovino rushed over to Antonio.

"Spain! Tomato bastard! Are you okay? Who did this?" Lovino frantically said while kneeling in front of the couch. After a minute of silence from the Spaniard, he lightly put his hand on Antonio's tan forehead, pushing back his dark brown hair. "He has a fever," Lovinio muttered, then a bit louder he said, "Feliciano, go get the medicine from the kitchen, potato bastard, help him. Also get a moist cloth"

"Does he have a fever?" Ludwig asked.

"What other damn thing would he have potato bastard?" The German quietly steered Feliciano into the kitchen, while Lovino slowly dragged to motionless Spaniard to his room.

"Ludwig?" Feliciano said.

"Yes Feli?" Ludwig responded while getting the medicine out of the cabinet.

"I'm worried about Lovi...I've never seen him behave like this." The Italian softly spoke.

"I know, but it must be hard on zim to see Antonio like that. I remember being the same way when mrin bruder got hurt." Ludwig stopped looking through the cabinets and paused to sadly look out the window, where the rain was starting to slowly fall.

"Ve~," Felciano hugged Ludwig from behind, "But that passed right? Right now Antonio is very injured so we should help him get better. Ve~?" The German was startled, but in the end sighed and hugged the Italian back, who was oblivious to his slight blush.

"Y-yeah, so let's find a cloth to moisten." Ludwig said as they pulled away. Both unaware of Lovinio watching, secretly wishing that he could've let Antonio hug him one more time. He shook his head, then went back to taking the pillows and blankets back upstairs. When Ludwig and Feliciano finally got a moist cloth and the medicine, they solemnly walked upstairs to the Spaniard's room, where Lovino was impatienly pacing around.

"What was taking you bastards so long? Antonio could've died! Do you know how fucking long you were taking? Damnit!" Lovi screamed and then grabbed the cloth and rushed over to put it on Antonio's head. "Potato bastard, umm...can you please give Antonio the medicine? I kinda don't know how to..." The Italian hung his head down in shame.

"Uhh...sure." Ludwig then measured the correct amount of medicine, "Spain, open your mouth, I'm going to zive you medicine for your fever." Spain groaned and slightly opened his mouth, that Ludwig shoved the medicine into his mouth.

"...Lo...vi...I-I..." Antonio mumbled in his sleep. Lovino started pacing even faster.

"What is he trying to say damnit! Wake up Antonio! Wake up tomato bastard!" Lovi outbursted.

"Huh?...Oh, good morning Lovi~...I see your taking...care of Boss Spain." Antonio said, finally waking up, and having diffiulty talking.

"You bastard!" Lovi had tears welling in his eyes, "I was worried about you damned bastard. You didn't come home when you said you would! And now you have a fever and are extremely beat up looking like shit! Wha-" Lovi was interrupted by Feliciano's hand covering his mouth.

"Big brother, let's go make soup and bring Antonio some water. C'mon," Feli dragged Lovi away with more strength than Ludwig thought he had.

"So, vhat happened? Vho did this? Lovi was treatening to beat them to a bloody pulp." Ludwig calmly asked the Spaniard, who's eyes widened at the last sentence.

"Do...Not...Let...My...Lovi...Ever...Do...That..." Antonio gripped the German's shirt collar tightly. "He...Isn't...Strong...Enough...To...Take...On...England..." The Spaniard then released Ludwig.

"Ve~, here's some water for Antonio. I got to go before Lovi comes here or throws a fit..." Feliciano ran downstairs as soon as he gave the still-shocked Ludwig a glass of water.

"E-England did this? By himself?" the German was shocked as Antonio nodded and drank from the glass of water. "I'm suprised, on the other hand, how's your fever?"

"It's a bit better..." the Spaniard slowly said.

"Vhy were you saying Lovi's name in your sleep?" Ludwig questioned.

"Because I wanted to apologize to him that I wasn't home when I promised I would be. I can tell he was very worried. I was thought I was dying and I wanted to tell him one last time that I love him." Antonio confessed.

"Hmm. I see." the German quietly said. Then Lovi rans in all of a sudden with Felciano close behind.

"Lovi! Let Antonio rest! Ve~! Get back here!" Feliciano was trying to get a grip on Lovi but he kept twisting out of his grasp.

"Antonio! Please tell me who did this! Damnit bastard! I want to get revenge! I can't stand seeing you fucking hurt this badly! I will get that bastard who did this to you back!" Lovino screamed, being held back by Ludwig and Feliciano.

"Lovi...I'm sorry...please forgive me...but I don't want you to be hurt..." Antonio said with tears in his eyes.

"Feli, let's leave them alone for awhile. C'mon," Ludwig and Feliciano release the startled Lovi and walked out of the room.

America: Well, the writers are most deffinately writing fast than uploading...

Canada: Yeah...they already starting writing chapter 4...

America: Who are you?

Canada: I'm Canada...your twin brother. Maple syrup for those who review .

America: Since when do I have a brother? That's it, I'm going to yell at England