Hungary and HRE continued on the puzzle until a loud eruption came from down the hall. This made Elizabeta, little Ludie, and Roderich look up. To Austria…this was a very big disturbance. He stood up at his piano and proceeded to come out from around it when the chef arrived at the door with an extremely red face, and what seemed like steam coming out from his ears. Austria quickly walked right up to him.
"Bjorn…what is the matter? What has troubled you so?" He adjusted his glasses, and gave the man a slightly troubled expression.
The chef couldn't contain himself, he was angry, out of breath, his outfit was a mess, and it literally looked like he was about to faint.
"That child…that little demon of a child. He…he ate the chocolate cake. I was saving for a dessert. He made a mess…" Bjorn got right into Austria's face. "You! You just had to have him here. Little menace! Do something about him. I will not have a child ruin dinner." The man fixed his chef's hat and stormed out of the room. Turning to Hungary, Roderich shook his head.
"Might you know where the child is?" He crossed his arms over his chest and waited. Hungary gave a worried look over to Ludie, and then looked back at Austria.
"I don't know…he was in his room…um…oh…" The words left her lips, Austria nodded and went to walk down the hallway towards the little nation's room. Ludwig suddenly got up and went to run after him, but Austria walked much too quickly.
He arrived at the room and saw that the door was closed. He knocked first, but there was no answer.
"Italy…Italy…are you in there. Come right out this instant! You are in a lot of trouble!" He banged on the door, and then when there was no response, he opened the door. Once it was open, it was like time had stopped. Hungary and HRE ran to the doorway, and stopped as they could not get any further. Austria was just standing there looking up at the painting of him,
which had been desecrated. Turning around, he looked at the two, fire was in his eyes. "WHERE IS ITALY?"
Spain walked to his room, slightly inebriated and thinking of Malicia. Had she not gotten so upset at her brothers, she might have stayed the night, and the two could have had a nice night talking. He arrived in his room, and closed the door. Changing out of his clothing, he put on a night shirt, and yawned, rubbing his tired eyes.
The room was slightly chilly, and he noticed that the window had been left open. Walking over to it, there was a sudden whoosh of air, and on one of the tables that held picture frames, one crashed to the floor. It just so happed to be one of Spain and Romano.
Broken shards of glass were scattered all over the place, and laying there was the picture, but there was something extra in the back of the frame. It seemed to be another picture. Kneeling down, Antonio picked up the new found photo. His eyes widened as he looked closely and saw that it was a picture of Feliciano…and he was sitting with Ancient Rome. Tears formed in Spain's eyes. He had heard the news about his Grandfather, and though he was not too upset about it, he wondered about his other little brother. He took the picture and walked over to his nightstand, setting it on the surface. He knew what needed to happen. Feliciano needed to be home, and he was going to see to it.
Climbing under the covers, sleep happened almost immediately. He had strange dreams into the night. Some were of Lovino older than him, and ordering Spain around. Others were of fights between other nations. He tossed and turned, and did not sleep well, waking up several times in the night to see if someone was around him.
Morning arrived, and the door to Antonio's room opened with a slam. Waking out of a sound sleep, Spain sat upright and looked towards the opening. Romano was standing there in his nightgown standing with a frown.
"Lovino? Hello…hello little brother, something the matter little one?" He leaned back on his elbows and waited for the child to respond, but the boy didn't. He did however with incredible speeds, run towards his brother's bed and jump up, landing right on top of Antonio's groin. The nation's eyes went wide and he gasped out loud. "Aghhhhhhhhh! ROMANO! What the hell?"
"I want breakfast 'Tonio! I want tomatoes and scrambled eggs!" The little boy shouted in his little rude manner, and bounced slightly on his brother's squished parts. Cringing, Spain held out to hands and picked up the child.
"Ugh…little brother…let's just move you over here…yes…ugh, am going to need some comfort of my ole' boys…and there now." He set Lovino down beside him. "Now…isn't there a more polite way of asking for breakfast?"
Spain pulled back the covers from his bed and put one of his legs out. Lovino watched this and continued to have a sour puss face. Looking back over at the child, he rolled his eyes.
"Come now, none of that today. If you are going to pull that little attitude of yours, your not much use to me, and would be better off sitting in your room. Now are you going to wipe that look off your face?" Spain stood up and put his hands on his waist.
"Yes…I'll be good big brother." Lovino jumped down from the bed, and then without warning ran out of the room. He most likely would arrive in the dining room awaiting his breakfast.
Spain laughed to himself and walked into his washroom. He brushed his teeth, and washed himself. Once he was done, he walked to his wardrobe and got himself into a fresh change of clothing, ready to start the day.
Running down the hall, and slightly out of breath, Feliciano looked around. The mansion was a very confusing place to him, and he could not think of anywhere to go. He suddenly looked towards a pair of double doors and ran to them. Turning the handle, the small child opened the door, and walked through. It would appear to be Austria's room.
A grand king sized bed, adorned with blue satin sheets, with hues of purple, trimmed with white lace was the main focus. There was a large bay window with seating, and laid out with delightful little throw pillows and then his eyes grew wide again. There were literally hundreds of books neatly lined in the built in book shelves that lined the walls. Austria's room was indeed impeccable, and immaculate in cleanliness. Little Italy giggled loudly and ran over to the bed, forgetting what he had initially ran away from. He got to the bed, hoisted himself up and began doing the unimaginable. He started to jump up and down the bed. Laughing, he was having the most grand time.
"Where is that little menace?" Said Austria as he walked down the hallway. Seeing his masterpiece painting in complete destruction, he had to find the devil child before he did anything else. When he though all hope was lost, he suddenly heard laughter coming from non other than his own room. His eyes widened, and shaking his head, he could not believe it.
Running to the door, he opened it and his jaw dropped when he saw the dainty little boy having a grand time jumping up and down on his bed. Having no disregard for the rules that Austria had laid out when the child came to live there, Feliciano hadn't noticed the elder nation just staring at him.
"YOU! YOU WRETCHED LITTLE BRAT!" Shouted Austria as he walked briskly over to the child who had now stopped jumping, and slightly frightened looked over at Roderich. The boy did not have a chance to say anything as he was quickly snatched up and tucked under the larger nations arm. "Have you learned nothing while staying here?" Austria walked to a cushioned chair that was by the bookshelf. Sitting down, he placed the boy face down across his lap.
"Nooooo, No please Mister Austria! Nooo, I am sorry for being bad, please!" The child tried to shake free, but Austria pinned him down.
"I will not have disobedience while you are here. Such naughty little children deserve punishment." He adjusted his glasses, and then commenced a very earned spanking to the youngster's backside. "You have thoroughly destroyed a wonderful piece of art, and now Chef Bjorn is very distressed at you."
Italy kicked and yelled, all the while bursting into a wave of tears. As each smack landed on the child's upturned backside, he would emit a whelp. Austria did not feel the slight bit sorry for what he was doing to the small boy.
"You will not disobey me again, you will not cause mischief around the house, and you will not go near the kitchen unless you are under supervision." Austria said each of these rules as a firm smack landed on the boy's behind. Once the elder nation was down, he removed him from his grasp and set the boy down.
The child stood standing before Roderich crying, and holding his hands to his bottom.
"Italy…come…take my hand, you and I will retreat to the music room, that way I can keep a close watch on you and your atrocious behavior." He held out a hand, and the small boy took it, and they walked down to where Austria felt most calm.
Spain walked down the steps and arrived in the dining room. He walked to the table and little Lovino was being served by one of the maids a large mug of hot chocolate and some delicious Churros. Smiling down at his little brother, Antonio walked to the head of the table and sat down. He looked to the maid, who's name was Desi smiled at him. You set down a carafe of coffee and a mug.
"Good morning my lord…what can I get for you?" She waited obediently.
"Ah hello Desi…I am simply famished…can you please have chef make me a Pan Con Tomate?" As soon as the words left his mouth, Lovino perked up and became excited.
"Ooooh ooooh, Desi, Desi…I want that too! I want some brother, please?"
Giving the child a slightly irritated look, and then smiling at the maid again.
"Desi, please have Alejandro make two orders." Giving the boy another glance, he raised an eyebrow. "And you…mind your manners."
"Yes big brother…" He picked into the sweet fried doughnut and dunked it into his hot chocolate, and then putting it into his mouth, chewed noisily. Spain smiled and poured himself a large cup of coffee and waited.
"What do you want to do today?" Said Antonio as he swished around the cup of the strong caffeinated beverage. Lovino was stuffing as much of the Churro in his mouth as possible, until his face became red, and he paused slightly. Spain stopped, and his face became slightly serious. "Romano? Are…you okay? Little one…"
The boy started to cough, but nothing was happening. Getting anxious, Spain kicked back his chair, walked over the boy in quick haste, and pulled the boy upwards. He leaned him over his knee, and patted his back with acute force. The child coughed up the piece of food that had been lodged in his throat, and spit it onto the floor. Relieved Spain set the boy down and looked him into the eye.
"You calm down when you have food in your mouth…small little bites…little savage."
Lovino scoffed and put another piece of the food into his mouth, but this time he swallowed it slowly. Patting the boys head, Spain walked back over to his chair, and sat in his seat. Very soon Alejandro came in with two steaming plates of the breakfast meal.
"Ah, Alejandro…this looks delicious." The plate was set in front of him, and he raised his fork and began eating. The chef smiled and then gave the child his plate.
"For the Young Master, and to his delight, I added more tomatoes. I am sure he will be most pleased." Romano smiled and nodded his head.
"Thank you chef!"
"Your welcome little one, please enjoy." He turned and walked back into the kitchen to finish up, and clean.
The two brothers continued eating, and then once breakfast was finished, Spain looked at the state of the child. His face was a mess and he had gotten his night shirt stained. It was a good thing the boy wasn't bathed yet.
"Come you…its time for a bath, perhaps I should get Desi to…" He was interrupted by the familiar sound of someone clearing their throat. He looked over and smiled. "Malicia…so lovely to see you this morning, would you care for some breakfast? Coffee?"
"No thank you 'Tonio…may I have a word with you privately?" She gave him a look of concern, and Spain wasn't sure what to think.
"Yes…um…of course." Looking over to the child he spoke softly. "Lovino…please wait here…you'll have your bath when I am through with Malicia."
The little boy nodded and continued drinking his chocolate drink, and Spain took Bulgaria's hand and the two walked out into the other room.
"What is the matter Malicia?" She had her back to him, and then quickly turned around, grabbing at his face, planting a large kiss upon his mouth. Surprised, he kissed her back and embraced her, but then quickly pulled back. "What is the meaning of this?" He sort of smiled at her, and then she smiled back.
"I just wanted to apologize for leaving so sudden yesterday…those two just get on my nerves…but, I just adore Lovino and you so much, that I couldn't stay away."
"Well…I suppose there is no harm in you staying here for a little while. Anyway, I need to give the little rascal a bath…suppose you and I have a little chat later?"
"Of course Antonio." Looking into the dining room at the little boy who was eating happily. "Would you like me to give him a bath?"
Shaking his head, Spain walked passed her with a smile.
"Nah, its alright, him and I have not spent enough time, and I know he always has many questions, so I might as well take care of it." He walked back towards the dining room. "Alright young man…lets go…bath time."