A/N: -Pushes glasses up-. Hello readers! Welcome to Chapter 5! Here are the following Poll results!
Austria: 7
Canada: 6
Italy: 6
Germany: 8
Russia: 5
Poland: 1 (still blows my mind! ^-^)
As promised the 'winner' will get a major part in the story. BUT as I kept a mental track of the characters' I decided "I shall put them all as somewhat important also!" So yes, the other characters will get their spotlight in the story because I am so nice.
Anyway, It has been a good month after the last installment. As most of us I'm sure I've been tumbling test after test, finals after project! I was so bored in class. I only brought my phone and writing utensils because they were the only things allowed in. I itched to write so much I began jotting ideas on Shripley donuts napkins T~T. Why is this important? Well, do any of you know the show Bleach? With the swords? Yup that's it! I became such a fan of their character songs Bleach Beat Collection! Let us just say I wrote this chapter under the influence of said songs.
Warning: (like seriously this is a warning! no joke!) Before you read the bottom stuff please know Antonio might be very OOC. I don't recommend anyone reading it in the dark alone at home! xD
Your minds will be messed with, so I apologize in advance! \^-^ happy readings! And good job with voting! ^.^d
Feliciano kept tapping on his knees impatiently as he stared outside his window. He had kept as quiet as he could possibly be hoping for a call instead of a text from his brother. It was awful late, so Feliciano didn't want to risk calling his brother in the middle of sleep or anything. He poked at the man sitting in the seat in front of him for the fifth time.
"Yes?" asked the tired Ludwig as he quietly drove down the lone road leading to his home.
"You think I should call them?" asked Feliciano in a high pitched voice, in the break of another wave of tears. Ludwig sighed as he turned the volume of the radio down.
"Why bother? That ass is probably snoring too loud to let the damn phone be heard," grumbled Roderich annoyed as he crossed his arms and lifted his chin high. Ludwig turned to the passenger sitting next to him knowing full well who he was talking about.
"Why did he even go with them? The idiot was the drunkest one there, not to mention already beating Antonio so hard he couldn't walk straight."
"Why did Gilbert hit big brother Antonio?" murmured Feliciano in a gloomy tone. Roderich and Ludwig looked at the boy thru the corner of their eyes. They both wondered that very same question.
"Who knows, he wouldn't tell me either," said Ludwig as he pulled to the side of the road. He began looking for his cell phone.
"What are you doing?" asked the Italian almost terrified as Ludwig flipped his phone open.
"Calling my brother, I don't think Romano's too cheery about letting him stay there," he grumbled as he looked for his brother's number in his contacts.
"But I thought he stayed there already," he uttered.
"WHAT?" cried both Roderich and Ludwig as they turned to the boy and stared at him in pure fury. Feliciano trembled as the two narrowed their eyes at the boy.
"I mean, my bro told me Gilbert's stayed there a couple of times!" he cried.
"All those times he went out? You mean to tell me he's been going to Romano's home on pure free will?" asked Roderich almost repulsed.
"Oh mein gott," cried Ludwig as he crushed his forehead with the vehicle's steering wheel.
"Why? What's wrong?" asked Feliciano innocently as he cracked a small smile.
"That lunatic brother of yours must have Gilbert under some sort of contract or bet or something. I mean, besides you, who in Chopin's name goes and visits your brother willingly?" said Roderich as he turned back in his seat.
"Someone that loves him, like I do!" cried Feliciano as he pointed at himself with a bright smile. Roderich and Ludwig stared at him before the Austrian man began to laugh.
"Don't be ridiculous Feliciano, who in earth's name would love your brother?" asked Roderich.
"Except for Antonio!" Ludwig and Roderich clarified just as the Italian boy was about to say so.
"Toris is with Ivan because they love each other," said Feliciano, "and everyone never saw that coming. Don't you think you might be wrong?" he grinned. The two older men stared back at him startled. He was right, Toris and Ivan? Who, also, goes to Ivan willingly? Besides his little sister of course.
"I don't like the sound of any of this," grumbled Ludwig as he raised the phone to his ear.
"This is ridiculous," mumbled Roderich as he leaned back in his seat with his arms crossed, almost in a sulking manner.
"Oh fratello, what are you doing?" asked Feliciano in a low whisper as he glanced back at his phone and the time twelve thirty AM.
Gilbert was snoring peacefully in the side of Romano's bed that was right up against the wall. His face was facing Romano's who also lay in bed quietly listening to the noises of the night. He clutched at the white blankets that reached all the way up to his mouth.
"H-hey Gilbert," the boy whispered as he poked at Gilbert's stomach. The male only stirred in his sleep.
"Wake up moron," he poked again.
"W-what is it?" asked the man as he lifted one eye lid.
"Do you hear that?" asked Romano as he shifted his head closer to the man's right shoulder. The two heard something heavy clack on the wooden floor outside their room. Romano grabbed onto Gilbert's arm now.
"Shh, stay quiet," he mumbled as he sat up. He motioned Romano to get out of bed so he could follow and make as little noise as possible.
"What if it's Antonio?" asked the man a little shaky as he bit his lip.
"You told me he's out cold long enough for at least one night. It's probably a thief."
Romano swallowed hard as Gilbert motioned him to keep as quiet as possible. He then went to his clothes.
"W-what are you looking for?" uttered Romano as he pulled the sheets on his bare skin.
"This beaut," he said as he demonstrated to the Italian a hand gun. Romano stared back terrified.
"Shh," he repeated as he zipped up his pants now that had been previously sagging. He grabbed the doorknob.
The two heard another loud step outside the door.
Romano lifted both hands to his mouth in utter fear. Gilbert bit his lip. He opened the door slowly.
Bzzzt. Bzzzt.
The two then jump as they hear Gilbert's phone vibrating against the wooden floor.
"Romano . . . ?"
"He's not answering," muttered Ludwig annoyed as he now texted his sibling as the call still proceeded. Feliciano stared at his own phone now. He decided not to call his brother.
"They must be fast asleep already!" he cried in a nervous voice, cracking a meek smile. The other two men turned to him with a concerned look.
"C'mon, let's go check up on them. I'm getting a little worried," said Ludwig as he sighed deeply and proceeded to turn his vehicle. Roderich lifted a hand to his mouth and began to bite at his finger nails. He wasn't in the greatest mood to pay said company a visit.
Feliciano continued staring out the window now, a little relieved they were heading to his brother's home. He took it upon himself to text his brother now.
"Alright, see you guys at the World Meeting!" cried Arthur in a drunken way as he was dragged by Francis.
"See yah!" yelled back Alfred as he was dragged by Matthew, waving goodbye to his British counterpart. The quiet boy struggled to lift half of his brother's body on his left shoulder.
"Gee, thanks Matty! Great party huh!" he smiled as he staggered along Matthew's side.
Everyone had already finished cleaning up in the tavern and was already leaving and heading to their vehicles and taxi cabs. Matthew had volunteered for his brother to go without alcohol for the night so his brother could enjoy himself fully.
"You hungry? I got some money in my pants. You're gonna have to reach real deep in there," laughed the drunk American as he leaned on a yellow vehicle.
"N-no thanks," smiled the boy meekly as he looked for his key sin his white coat. His ear perked up as he overheard a conversation taking place besides his car.
"Yeah, that was pretty awkward. Who woulda thought ol' Antonio can get pissed," said the Danish blond as he crossed his arms resting on a vehicle.
"It must have been something pretty severe, considering he tried starting a brawl with Gilbert of all people," said Kiku as he looked for his own keys for his own car besides' the Danish man's.
"That was pretty stupid of Gilbert to try and punch him," the blond man laughed. Matthew felt his frown deepen as he narrowed his eyes.
"He shouldn't have hit poor Mr. Antonio so hard. I hear he's been having problems since that incident," said Kiku as he remembered the awkward dinner party where Antonio stood on the table and proclaimed his love for Romano.
"I guess. I also hear Gilbert's been acting out a lot lately. He sneaks out at night you know? Wonder what he's hiding."
"SHUT UP!" yelled Matthew. The two males turned to the small blond lad with a shocked expression.
"Chit chat and gossip isn't the truth! You have to stop talking about people like that like their some sort of topic to you people. And leave Gilbert alone!" he hissed. The Danish man raised his hands at the Canadian as he nervously smiled.
"Chill kid, it was just small talk. Geez," he said with a crooked smirk. Matthew practically leered at him.
"I'm sorry for upsetting you Mr. Matthew," said Kiku giving a small bow. The Canadian glanced away, embarrassed of his sudden outburst. He swung the door open for his brother.
"See yah later Kiku!" cried Alfred winking at the now reddening Japanese boy as he fell inside the back seats of the vehicle. Matthew slammed the door shut and proceeded to make his way to the driver's seat.
"Don't talk about those sort things, it can end up being dangerous," mumbled Matthew as he himself sat into his seat and shut the door. The Danish and Japanese man exchanged confused glances with each other as the Canadian's car pulled out from its spot.
"Gee, that couldn't have been more weird," laughed the blond man as his other friends now joined him by the vehicle.
" . . . ," Kiku stared at Matthew's car as it drove out of the parking lot with a worried frown.
"Romano!" cried a voice as Gilbert tumbled into the dark hallway.
"St-stay away!" yelled Gilbert as he stumbled to his feet in shock as he leered at the man before him.
"Hah . . . hah hah," the man chuckled in a low voice as he raised the axe in his hands a little higher.
"Gilbert!" cried the Italian as he rushed to the doorway when he saw Gilbert's right hand tremble at what he pointed his pistol at.
"STAY BACK!" he now screeched in a high voice. Romano stopped dead in his tracks at the unfamiliar tone. That wasn't Gilbert's voice . . . that was . . .
"Antonio?" whispered the boy as his eyes shook at the outline he could make out. He then glanced at Gilbert and his obvious paled face.
"Heh, I thought you told me you slipped some sleeping drugs into the bastard's drink, not actual drugs!" said Gilbert in a small nervous laugh.
"Gilbert!" howled the man as he swung the axe he held in his hands and barely missed the albino man by a couple of inches to the top of his head. Gilbert slumped deeper into the wooden floor as he looked up horrified at the man before him, trying to cover it up with a cocky grin.
"Antonio! What the hell are you doing!" screamed Romano as he grabbed tightly on the sheets around his body and tried rushing toward the strange Antonio.
"Get away!" he hissed as he lifted an arm and swiftly pushed Romano to the wall opposite of the Prussian. Romano roughly landed on it and fell hard. He tried gathering himself up as he clutched tight at the white fabric.
"What the hell is wrong with you? Don't go pushing Romano-!"Gilbert had pulled himself up and grabbed at Antonio's arms. The Spaniard only leered down at the man with a blank expression that seemed to him [Gilbert] that he [Antonio] did not know what he was doing.
"But he loves me!" cried Antonio almost in a trembling voice as he kicked at Gilbert. The albino let go of the pistol as he fell hard on his back.
"Agh!" he cried as he kicked upward in reflex. He could feel something had sprained from behind. He glanced for his pistol as Antonio kicked at his legs.
"He loves me! Me! Me! ME!" he yelled repeatedly as he swung the axe behind his back and turned to Romano with a wicked grin.
"You always threat me right, you never lie to me, and you never make me angry. You'll never abandon me, right?" he asked with a twisted smile [and trembling voice] now that widened as he leaned closer over Romano's body. Romano turned to the man and looked up with a petrified face, unable to move or even make a sound.
He felt guilt and sadness creep up.
"Get away from him!" yelled Gilbert as he wrapped his legs around Antonio's.
Not paying any attention to the man's futile attempts, the Spaniard grabbed at Romano's sheets.
"NO!" squeaked the boy as he desperately held on to the sheets, his face becoming red. He sat up now and tried yanking as hard as he could with his trembling arms.
"Dammit Antonio, snap out of it!" cried Gilbert as he finally grabbed a hold of his gun and threw it as hard as he could at the Spaniard's head.
The butt of the pistol hit Antonio square on the forehead. He took a step back to balance himself. In doing so, he yanked at Romano's sheets one last time. He swallowed as his eyes grew wide at the sight of Romano's stark naked body now.
"Wow," he muttered not finding any other way to word his satisfaction at the sight before him.
"Eat skin, you drugged psycho!" yelled Gilbert as he kicked Antonio where it hurts most. The man buckled down to his knees at the pang of pain. He let out a gasp of air as he fell for the floor, only to be stopped by Gilbert.
"Gilbert . . . ," mumbled Antonio as the male wrapped his arms around him, still under the Spaniard.
"It's going to be alright," cooed the man. Antonio closed his eyes as the hands behind him let go of the axe he had found hanging on the wall of his own bedroom. As the metal clacked heavily on the ground, Gilbert sighed as he gave a smile to the terrified Italian boy besides them, trying to cover himself with as much cloth as he possibly could that was caught in between Gilbert and Antonio.
Gilbert's right cheek rubbed with Antonio's left as he tried wriggling out of from under the man.
"Gilbert," breathed the man as he lost consciousness, his head throbbing rather hard at the growing bump on his head.
Gilbert pushed the man as slow as he could on the floor besides him as he sat up and reached for the white sheets still tossed on the ground. He slowly crawled towards the trembling man.
"W-what happened?" whispered Romano in a trembling voice as the white sheets covered his bare skin. Gilbert hugged the man in a tight embrace. Romano could see a little foam dripping out of Antonio's mouth.
"It's going to be okay Romano," he mumbled as he rubbed the trembling boy's back. He nuzzled his face into the boy's neck.
Medication accident or not, something must be done about him. Thought Gilbert as he felt Romano raise his hands on the man's bare shoulders.
"G-Gilbert?" whispered the boy aloud as he felt his skin being wetted by the albino's tears, "why do you cry?"
"C'mon, let's get him back in bed," he mumbled as he began to pull both of them up. Romano took one last glance at the Spaniard lying on his stomach, sleeping soundly. Drool with a little pink, probably from the pink drug he accidently gave him, instead of a sleeping aid, dripped from his mouth as he smiled happily in his sleep.
"You'll never abandon me, right?"
Romano turned away as he bit at the inside of his mouth at the hoarse voice that echoed in his mind.
They made their way inside the room and looked for their clothes. The two then flinched as they heard a loud bang followed by rushed footsteps up the stairs. Gilbert shoved Romano into the bed as he ran into the hallway. Romano gave a small yelp at the pain he felt coming from down his back and automatically hid himself under the sheets.
"GILBERT!" cried a deep voice in panic. Romano twitched; he recognized that voice.
"West?" asked Gilbert as he crashed on his brother that had come running up the stairs. The two roughly landed on the floor.
"Fratello!" now cried Feliciano as he stepped over the two brothers to halt in his tracks. He stared down horrified at Antonio's sleeping body in the hallway, an axe behind him and a gun besides his head.
"F-Feli?" mumbled Romano from under the sheets.
"G-get off me!" huffed Gilbert as he pressed his brother from off of himself.
"I'm sorry . . ."
"What the hell did I tell you both? I told you to wait for them to open the do-"
Roderich ceased his lecture as he glanced past the two brothers and Feliciano's still body as he saw the pistol besides Antonio. He took a step back.
"What the hell are you guys doing here?" coughed Gilbert as his little brother pulled him up.
"Romano!" cried Feliciano as tears came down his face. He ran straight into Romano's room and tackled the man in the bed.
Ludwig looked in the darkness of the hallway and stared at the back of Roderich's clothing.
"What is it?" asked Ludwig as he ignored his brother.
"H-he has a gun," mumbled Roderich.
"What?"
"He. Has. A. Gun!" cried the Austrian as he pointed his hand at the pistol on the ground. He then took into account the foam coming from Antonio's mouth.
"Oh god, he's drugged!" he cried out as he slammed his body into the wall, too scared to move another inch. Gilbert frowned as he crossed his arms.
"So?" he voiced. He then pushed his brother aside as he stepped towards the sleeping man.
"Why is there a gun? What's going on Gilbert? !"cried Ludwig angrily. The Prussian paid no attention as he bent over Antonio with a concerned look.
"Antonio decided to sleep walk on us," he mumbled. He scratched at the back of his head, trying to think of what to tell the crowd of spectators staring down at him.
"Romano? Romano!" cried Feliciano from within the bedroom. Roderich and Ludwig directed their attention into the room. As they walked inside, they spotted Feliciano hugging what was Romano crying inside the bed sheets.
"Come out, bro! Please! Romano! ROMANO!" squeaked Feliciano as he shook his brother. Gilbert flinched as he saw Antonio stir a little.
"Tell brother what's wrong! I'll fix it! Did something scare you? !" cried the Italian hugging his sibling. Antonio made a sour expression as he turned to his side. Gilbert felt his hands tremble.
"You guys," he mumbled in a shaky tone.
"Gilbert, what is going on here!" yelled Ludwig.
"Shut up," whispered Gilbert as he scooted away from Antonio's body.
"Gilbert, answer me!" yelled his brother one more time.
Tick.
Gilbert's eyes widened as he saw Antonio's eyes suddenly open.
"Ah," Gilbert let out a breath of air as he gasped in horror.
Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.
The clock above their heads on the wall's small hands ticked by each second which seemed like eternity as Gilbert's senses began to fail him.
"WEST!" cried Gilbert as Antonio reached an arm out and grabbed Gilbert's right wrist.
"He loves me. He loves me. Me. Me. ME!" hissed Antonio in a low hush as he reached for his axe's handle with his spare arm.
Ludwig rushed to the hallway to see Gilbert struggling against Antonio's grip, the Spaniard reaching for a large object behind him.
"What the-?"
"Leave us be!" cried Antonio as he lifted the axe with one arm above his head.
"Antonio!" cried Gilbert as he hit Antonio's chest with his right foot. Antonio coughed as the axe dropped on the floor and momentarily released Gilbert from his grasp. The albino grabbed his brother's arm and yanked him inside Romano's room.
He closed and locked the door. Reclined, he stood by the door as scratch marks were heard beyond the wooden object.
"What the hell is going on!" cried the German now, almost in a shaky voice.
"You wanna know? Do you really want to know?" smiled Gilbert nervously.
"I gave him drugs," muttered Romano from under Feliciano's arms, "I gave him the wrong drugs!" he began to sob.
"Drugs? I don't understand," said Ludwig looking at his brother in an upset expression.
"He's hiked up on drugs you dumbass!" yelled Gilbert as he heard Antonio grab at his axe.
"Drugs? Hiked? W-what are you talking about Gilbert? Why would he-?" Roderich laughed nervously.
"He's stressed, and sad, and angry," muttered Romano, "because he . . ."
"I demand an explanation! We're about to be murdered here!" cried Roderich trembling as he sat besides the two Italian brothers.
"I slipped him drugs, the wrong kind! I thought they were sleeping drugs!" said Gilbert as Ludwig now reclined himself against the door being shoved to open from the opposite side.
"What? WHY would you do such a thing!" yelled Ludwig as he soured his face at how strong Antonio was.
"To help him sleep! Then the both of us went to sleep! I was gonna call you guys, but I was too sleepy so I decided to sleep in!" he hissed back as he glanced around the room for something heavy to put on the door.
"Is it true you've been coming here!" yelled Ludwig as he now turned around to push back on the door with his palms.
"Yes!" yelled Gilbert, "on my own free will!"
Feliciano decided to go under the blankets as well as his brother. As he pulled them over himself he took a glance at his naked older brother.
"Romano . . ?" he whispered with a puzzled look.
"Shh," whispered Romano still crying.
"Is there something you're not telling me? Why did Antonio punch you earlier today? Why have you come visiting Romano all of a sudden? Why do you sneak out at night without telling me? You always tell me when you're gonna go out drinking! What have you been doing! And why is Antonio so bent on hurting y-!"
"Because, he knows I've been abusing Romano," said Gilbert with a coy smile.
"W-what?" muttered back Ludwig.
"Yeah, you know how I fuck guys right? Well . . . ," grinned the man as he raised a brow to his brother.
"N-no," whispered Ludwig in disbelief realizing what his brother suggested as his eyes widened horrified.
Roderich quietly turned to Romano, still sobbing under the sheets as his cries got louder. He narrowed his eyes in pure spite.
"You bastard," grumbled Roderich under his breath.
"You sick man! How could you do that to Romano? !" hissed Ludwig at his brother who still gave him a smile.
"He was gonna tell, so I had to do something about it," muttered Gilbert.
The five get quiet as they hear a loud slump on the other side.
The door not splinting anymore from the forces attacking it, the blond man decided to open the door. There he looked down on a once again peaceful Antonio, sleeping and drooling as he lied on his stomach.
"Gilbert . . . ," mumbled Ludwig as he grabbed at the man.
"I'll go get his bed rea-"
"Get the hell out of here!" his brother yelled as he turned to him. Gilbert flinched at the sudden rage. He then swallowed and turned back inside Romano's room. As Ludwig pulled Antonio into his bedroom, Gilbert walked inside to look for his other belongings.
Out of the corner of his eye he could see Feliciano, now poking his head out, leering at Gilbert with anger. It made Gilbert feel a little sad, seeing this was first of many he has ever seen the boy seething with rage. Roderich quietly looked down on the floor with is arms crossed.
"C-can we go downstairs?" sobbed Romano thru the sheets.
"Sure brother," cooed Feliciano in return as he rubbed his brother's back. The two got up from the bed as Feliciano led his older brother out of the room, leering at Gilbert.
"Hey Roderich, I didn't really rape him or anything," mumbled Gilbert as he buttoned his shirt on.
"I know," spat Roderich as he angrily walked out of the room. He saw his brother pass by the doorway as he headed downstairs. Gilbert walked towards the doorway and sighed to himself as he glanced around the room.
This'll be my last time.
Downstairs, Romano quietly stood by the door entrance. Feliciano held him possessively with both arms around him. As Gilbert descended the stairs he looked immediately to their direction with his cocky smile to keep composure.
Am I seriously going to do this . . . ? He thought nervously as he paced towards the small group.
His smile twitched as his eyes met with Romano's.
'What the hell are you telling them?' his eyes seemed to say.
'Just keep quiet and let me talk,' Gilbert glanced back.
Ludwig crossed his arms as he glanced away from his brother.
"You know this is the sickest thing you've ever done, right?" mumbled Ludwig.
"What if he's lying?" voiced Roderich in a nervous tone. He flinched as Ludwig punched the door.
"Lying? LYING? Why would he lie about something so evil! He's either lying or . . . or-!"
Ludwig stopped speaking as he catched his breath. Everyone tensed up, knowing what Ludwig meant to say.
Romano glanced back at Gilbert with a terrified expression.
'He knows . . . they all know!' he said with his expression as he stared at the Prussian. Gilbert sighed.
I have to do this . . .
"How long has this been going on?" asked Ludwig.
"Six months," Gilbert and Roderich voiced. The two then glanced at each other in shock; Roderich glanced away as a pink shade crept into his face.
"And you, Romano . . are you . . ," Ludwig scratched nervously at the back of his head, "are you alright?"
All eyes fell on Romano. The boy lifted the covers over his face.
"I told him," started Gilbert as he crossed his arms and looked away from the boy, "that if he ever told anyone I'd smack him."
"You monster! Have you no shame!" yelled Feliciano in his brother's defense. At the word, Gilbert flinched as he turned to his brother, only to give him a disgusted glare. Roderich was no better, he gave him a surprised look, and then he turned to Romano, the man he was lying for, he was met with his face covered up with the white sheets. He coughed to regain his voice feeling his confidence drop severely.
"When we get home Gilbert . . . ,"started Ludwig as he spoke trying to look his brother in the eye, "I'm going to sock your face so hard you won't be able to see!" he spat.
Gilbert bit his lip as his brother leered at him more. He felt himself getting smaller and smaller as his confidence was zapped; Romano didn't so much as glance at him for support. He felt his legs shake now.
"Since Antonio is all hiked up on drugs, it's best to leave him to sleep before he wakes up half-asleep like that again. I'm sure he'll be fine in the morning, mind the bruises and all."
The German glanced at his crowd who seemed to all be looking, or rather glaring, at one another.
"Let's go," mumbled Ludwig sighing as he swung the door open. It slammed hard on a wall, causing everyone to flinch.
"Romano, do you want me to stay here?" asked Feliciano as he turned to his brother.
"L-let's talk more later," whispered Romano as he peaked out of his sheets. Feliciano gave one last good hug to his brother, turned and glared at Gilbert before heading out to the car.
Next, the three turned to Roderich hearing a faint sob.
"R-Roderich . . ?" asked Ludwig as the man in question covered his eyes with a hand.
"Good evening," he uttered and left swiftly, the blue coat he wore whipping in the air as he turned sharply to leave. He seemed more upset than angry.
"C'mon Gilbert, we have to get home, now," hissed his brother as he motioned his hand to the door. Gilbert turned to exit first, till he felt a hand pull at his sleeve. He and Ludwig turned a little stunned at Romano.
"I want to speak with him in private," murmured the brunette. Gilbert glanced at Ludwig with a blank expression. Ludwig sighed as he narrowed his eyes.
"Alright, but, call if anything goes wrong," he muttered somewhat bashfully as he stepped out of the room and outside onto the porch. Out of eye shot, Romano pulled more of the white sheets from his body.
"Why did you tell them that? !" whispered Romano angrily as he tried to stop crying.
"It was either that or let them think there's something positive going on between us. It's better for them to think it's something as negative as possible," whispered Gilbert as he gave his little Italian a cocky grin.
"But now they want to kill you! Now they'll tell everyone and-!" the boy nervously trembled.
"Shh shh; West will never tell anyone or let anyone find out. Even if it's something like this. He's still a little in denial, believe me. Antonio will be alright in the morning. He really does love you," he smiled as he grabbed Romano's hands into his. He lifted them to his cheek and felt how warm they were against his cold skin.
"Y-you're freezing," whispered the boy as he blushed lightly.
"Did you have a good time tonight?" he asked as he pressed his forehead against Romano's.
"Yes, I did. Not counting all of that," he muttered.
"Heh, I'm glad. Well, I'll be leaving you now," he whispered as he pulled away.
"When will you be able to sneak back in?" asked Romano.
"I said I'm leaving you. We can't be together," mumbled Gilbert as he faced his back towards the boy.
"What?" laughed Romano nervously, "like actually leave me? Y-You can't be serious right? This is a joke, right?" stuttered the boy nervously.
Gilbert glanced past his right shoulder to look at Romano as he shook his head, giving him a sympathetic smile.
"We can never be together in peace. You'll be happier without me," he whispered.
"No. NO!" cried Romano as he grabbed on Gilbert's shirt.
"What's going on?" cried Ludwig from outside the front porch.
"You can't!" cried Romano as he clawed into Gilbert's skin.
"I have to go now," said Gilbert as he tried to keep up with his smile, "please don't make this harder than it has to be."
"NO!" cried Romano again as he turned the man to face him, "NO! PLEASE!"
"You'll wake up Antonio," Gilbert whispered.
"I -!" Romano grabbed the sides of Gilbert's face and pressed them onto his. Gilbert attempted to pull away as he felt tears streaming down his face. As he heard his brother approach them, he placed his arms around Romano's waist.
"GILBERT!" yelled Ludwig as he grabbed his collar and yanked him away from Romano.
"NO!" cried Romano as he fell to his knees, covering himself with the white sheets. Gilbert was dragged off, still facing the boy's direction as Ludwig fumed.
"Romano!" cried Feliciano as he attempted to open the car to go to his brother's aid. Romano furiously shook his head.
"Stay away from me!" he began to yell, "Stay away!"
Feliciano ceased his movement and sat back down in his seat. As Ludwig opened a door, Gilbert yanked away from his brother. He steadied himself, almost falling on his face, and ran. He ran towards the opposite direction Ludwig's car pointed at.
"Gilbert! Gil-!" Ludwig ceased screaming as he felt his head throb in pain from an incoming hangover.
The Prussian disappeared into the forest. Romano calmed his cries as he slammed the front door. Inside he sat against the wooden door and sobbed into his knees.
"It's all my fault, it's all my fault!" he repeated to himself in small hushes as he tried breathing slowly.
Ludwig huffed as he reclined himself on the car.
"Where do you think the bastard's heading?" asked Ludwig as he rubbed his forehead. Roderich moved to the driver's seat as he looked for the keys.
"To think. Do you think he really . . .?"
"I don't know," muttered the German as he pulled the passenger door open. Feliciano frowned almost in a sulking way.
"I hope an owl scares him," pouted Feliciano as he muttered to himself.
" . . . ," Roderich quietly turned on the engine. He had caught a glimpse of Gilbert and that Italian kissing in there. He saw Romano force Gilbert. He glanced to his right where Ludwig sat, trying to clear his head.
"I don't either," lied Roderich as he cleared his throat and pulled back the car.
Meanwhile inside the home, Antonio's room was as quiet as ever. He was tucked back in his bed with a wet towel over his forehead. He stirred in his sleep as Romano, quietly sobbing, returned back into his room and quietly closed the door. The axe Antonio had grabbed hung back in its proper place on the wall.
He curled up some more in the thick sheets as his mouth twitched feeling a pain in his lower regions.
His eyes flew wide open as he stared into the darkness of his room and at the wall that separated him and Romano. He gave a small crooked grin as he laughed quietly.
" . . I love? Yes . . . I do. A lot? Yes; how about you~?" he whispered in a sing song voice as he stared at the wall in between him and Romano, "I love you, do you do too~?"
A/N: -bows- I made this chapter a little longer than expected, so I shall add it on the next!
Promised character spotlight moments will come in later in the story! I would like to thank the Poland voter; as I thought about how to add in Poland in the story, I got the greatest idea ever for this fic! Thank you! But still, Ludwig comes first as promised!
-Covers eyes- Agh makes me a little sad to hastily break them up like that but all that sudden 'why' break up now shall be answered in the following chapters! Gotta let Gilbert explain himself!
Again thank you for your reviews, I hope to see many of them in the . . . Antonio-personality swings . . . . =.=U
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