A/N: -twirls hair- Um, hello! well, where shall I begin?
I've been sick these past weeks and unable to really type up anything. I couldn't even leave home! I've been so bored and internet has been dead for a while! Then there was traveling back and forth and what not. Well, whatever. We're in chapter . . seven? Sorry it's been a month and a day. But now I feel much better and my internet has been too. Just because I've been sick doesn't mean I haven't been writing chapters. Well i'll stop my little rant now! Thank you for being patient and sorry for the short chapter! ^.^U
Warning: Never had a beta, probably never will.
"Why? Why did he go? Why did he leave me?"
Romano quietly sat in the tub of the second floor's bathroom in a fetal position, quietly rocking himself. The fact that Gilbert just . . . up and left just like that left him so baffled he still couldn't grasp that Gilbert had just dumped him.
The boy clutched at his pants as he gritted his teeth.
What do you mean we can't be in peace? I thought we were! You said you'd never leave unless I said so!
He held back chocked cries as he inhaled in and out shakily.
We could've worked it out! We could've talked! Why didn't you want to talk? !
The brunette boy then grabbed at the light brown curtains separating him from the dim light shining down the whole bathroom.
I thought you . . .
He quietly wrapped himself around the curtain. Wet trails of tears ran down both sides of his face as his nose ran. He lightly blushed as he pictured Gilbert's warm arms holding him.
I thought you loved me.
Tmpt.
Huh?
The comforting moment short lived; Romano rubbed his eyes as he heard a loud thump.
Tmpt. Tmpt. Tmpt tmpt tmpt tmpt tmpt!
Something heavy was being dragged down the wooden stairs.
"Antonio?" he quietly whispered. The boy slowly and still quite shaken from his little breakdown climbed out of the tub and grabbed at the door knob.
"YEAAA!" he screamed at seeing Antonio's face so close to his when he swung the door open.
"Oh, it's just you," said Romano nervously as he steadied his breathing, hands over his thumping heart, as he smiled nervously. Antonio stood silently by the doorway, not even flinching as he observed the Italian in front of him.
"So you idiot?" started Romano wiping away his tears, "who was that on the phone?"
His eyes widened as he noticed Antonio just quietly leering at him with a small frown.
"It was Ludwig," answered Antonio in a monotone voice. His eyes followed Romano as the boy stepped back a little cautious.
"O-oh. W-what did he want?" asked the brunette frightened as he looked at the floor, to terrified to even look Antonio in the eye.
"He asked for Gilbert," Antonio growled. Romano looked up to see Antonio's face darken even more at the mention of the Prussian's name, "he's missing. Hasn't come back home since last night."
Romano's eyes widened as his face gave a distraught expression.
Gilbert didn't come back? He must be hurt somewhere in the forest. I have to go find him and maybe then I can convince him that we'll still be happy together!
"A-Antonio! We have to go help Ludwig! We have to go find Gilbert! He could be hurt or-!"
"Dead?" finished Antonio with a coy voice. His small frown twisted to a crocked frown.
"That's what I hope for," he smiled. He then took a step towards Romano. Romano stepped back, he had never noticed Antonio was so much taller than him.
"A-Antonio?" the brunette murmured frightened.
"Yes, we'll go look for Gilbert alright," he said in a dark voice. He then grabbed at Romano's left shoulder and pulled the Italian roughly on the wall. Romano hit with a grunt and a sharp gasp as Antonio digged his nails into the boy's skin.
He leaned in closer to Romano's ear, where the brunette proceeded to shudder at Antonio's breathing.
"Except, I think I want you to stay here. No need for two to make the trip."
"W-what?" Romano's confidence seemed to boost at his exclusion. He pushed the Spaniard off of himself.
"NO WAY! I said I want to go look for Gilbert too! And what I say goes! I don't need your permission!" he raised his finger and jabbed it to Antonio's chest.
"AND I DON'T NEED YOU TO TELL ME WHAT I CAN AND CAN'T DO!"
Romano panted angrily as he narrowed his eyes at Antonio's down casted head.
"Heh. Heh heh."
Romano twitched upward as the man before him quietly giggled to himself.
"What are you talking about Romano?"
His eyes shook as Antonio looked at him with malicious eyes and a twisted frown.
"Who says you have a choice?" he murmured. Before Romano could voice his confusion Antonio roughly grabbed the sides of his face.
"Who says you ever had a choice!" he yelled angrily as he slammed Romano to the floor on top of the dark brown mat.
"You little fuck, you think you can talk to me any way you please?" he laughed as he pinned Romano down, "you've got another thing coming, stupid brat."
"W-wha . . . ?" Romano uttered as he stared up at Antonio's furious expression. He then yelped as he felt the Spaniard's nails dig into his cheeks now.
"You little brat, you damn ignorant brat! I love you! Why won't you fucking love me back!" he screamed at Romano's face. All Romano could do was stare up, shaking pitifully and at Antonio's mercy.
"It's alright though, I'll forgive you. Because you'll never leave me again."
Romano raised brow.
A-again?
"You will always exist for me; I will always exist for you. Without you, I am nothing," he cooed as he began stroking the locks of Romano's hair. His voice grew softer and softer as he whispered it over and over to Romano.
"And then . . ."
He faced Romano's beautifully red shaded face with his own and gently kissed at Romano's mouth. All Romano could do in a paralyzed state was stare up at the man kissing and cooing him. Antonio then came back for another deeper kiss, this time making sure to suck at Romano's mouth and touch tongue to tongue.
" . . .we'll be together forever and ever."
Antonio let Romano's head lie on its left side. He gently smiled at the blushing boy's face.
"-Hic.-"
Antonio's eyebrows raised as a single tear fell from the boy's face.
"G-Gilbert . . . ," the Italian whispered as his eyes glossed with another wave of tears trying to merge.
"YOU . . . .," growled Antonio. He then grabbed the top of Romano's head angrily. Romano squeaked at it.
"YOU LITTLE ASSHOLE!" he screamed as he roughly pulled Romano up. Romano barely got up in time as Antonio took his other hand and grabbed at the bottom half of his face.
"Everything you ever do is for me. You'll only be and exist for me. You owe everything to me you filthy brat!"
Romano pulled himself away trying to recover his lost voice.
"I don't belong t-to anyone! You can't do t-this Antonio!" the boy stuttered visibly shaken by the whole ordeal. He had already begun to cry. The Spaniard's mouth broke into a great big grin.
The Italian's eyes widened. The man smiled, pleased at the confusion and grabbed at the front of Romano's jacket.
"You stay here while I go carry on some business. Got it? I have to tell everyone about what that filthy Prussian did to you, like you two claim he has."
He then threw Romano away, the boy stumbling backward on the sink, as Antonio grabbed at the doorknob and slammed the door shut behind himself. Romano quickly grabbed onto the doorknob and tried to open it but to no use.
"NOO! ANTONIO! OPEN THE DOOR!" screamed the brunette slamming his fists on the door.
Meanwhile Antonio descended the stairs, having blocked and locked Romano in the bathroom.
We'll be together forever. He'll never leave me. He and I will always be together.
His eyes glowed at the sight of the axe waiting for him down the foot of the stairs. He gave a crocked smile.
Nobody will stand in our way.
Gilbert rubbed his eyes as he took note of where he lied. He was a good ten to twelve feet from the ground on a thick tree branch he had picked to sleep in for the whole day. He sat up as he noticed the dark violet skim grow darker and darker. He sighed dryly. Tonight would be his second night trying to hide from everybody.
He slid his legs over the branch as he stretched.
'NO! Please Gilbert! You're joking right? You can't do this!'
He made a sour face at reminding himself of Romano for what seemed the one hundredth time that day.
'We can never be at peace. You'll be much happier without me.'
He slapped both hands to his face.
How stupid can I be? I'll be a wreck in no time without the kid.
He rubbed his temple.
Antonio is officially a psychopath. He's going mad just thinking Romano and I are together. What else could I do besides break it off with Romano? Hopefully he hates me right now.
A tear ran down his face.
I hope he's relying on anger and not crying to express our break off.
He rubbed at his face with his black long-sleeve shirt. His blue coat hung on his shoulders, to use as a blanket as he slept the whole day through as soon as he climbed the tree. Sore, red eyes stared out into space like empty saucers.
I'm so sorry Romano. If we stay together any longer . . .
"-Hic.-"
His mouth quivered as small sobs escaped his mouth.
Antonio will be hurt beyond repair . . .
"-Hic.-"
He rubbed more at his face and cracked a small smile.
I guess weirdos always win.
He quietly sighed once more and leaned back against the tree trunk till he heard his stomach rumble. His eyes widened confused.
Shoot, I guess next time I run away I'll bring food with me.
As he tried to think of things that would cease his hunger like puking from eating too much or tummy medicine, he heard a low hum.
"? What is that?"
He turned around and looked at the ground to try and figure out where that low humming sound came from.
He then noticed his coat pocket vibrating. He gave a crooked grin.
Dammit, my phone.
He took it out and stared dead-panned at the caller id.
Romano Vargas.
Gilbert stared back paralyzed as he felt his throat itch again, wanting to sob.
He had to answer it. What if Romano was hurt or beat up? What if Antonio attacked him like he tried to last night. What if . . ?
"Romano?" asked Gilbert with a nervous and low voice.
"Ah, hello Gilbert!" The Prussia felt his heart stop for a moment.
"A-Antonio?"
"Yep, it's me! Your brother told me you ran off. Why would you do that? We're out here looking for you. See?"
Gilbert flinched at hearing something loud crack in the sky. He squinted past the leaves and branches and saw small flares of light.
"That was me. I have a flare gun."
"Where is Romano?" he asked interrupting. He held the cell phone with both hands in anticipation. He hoped to hear that the boy was looking for him.
"Oh, he stayed home. He's real angry at you. Why is that?" asked Antonio grinning from the other end. Gilberts shoulders slumped forward, saddened by Romano's absence and the mention of his name.
"W-what are you doing walking around here? I thought you were . . . not well," said Gilbert a little shaky at the end of that sentence.
"Oh, see, that's the silliest thing. I'm perfectly fine. It's so silly because everyone's been asking me whether I'm fine or not. Why wouldn't I be?"
"Antonio . . .you tried to kill me and it seems that you tried to," he clutched tightly at his pants, "you tried attacking Romano!"
He angrily gritted his teeth, waiting for what seemed a perfectly fine and innocent Antonio to respond. It annoyed him to the extreme that the innocent Spaniard was blissfully unaware the events he had set in motion last night. Sure Romano and himself were wrong to sneak around but nobody deserved this unnerving anger.
"I did?"
"Yeah you stupid moron, you did! You scared the shit out of him! You asshole, I ought to kick your-!"
"But you made him cry."
Gilbert held his breath.
Cry? He's crying? My Romano is . . . ?
"If anyone is to be making any threats it should be me."
Gilbert shot up from his seat on the branch as he heard rustling from somewhere behind himself. He turned to look and scanned around the dark forest nervously.
"Antonio . . . what's going on? Your lying to me! You said Romano is angry with me but why would he be crying . . ?"
Plat.
Gilbert turned his head past his right shoulder to stare down at Antonio, smiling darkly at him and pointing the flare gun at his direction. The Prussian dropped his cellular phone as his pupils dilated at the sight before him.
"A-Antonio . . . ?"
"Turn around, unless you want to see yourself get shot in the stomach with this thing," said the Spaniard in an angered tone as he motioned with the pistol.
"W-what are y-you doing . . ?"
"What's it look like stupid? I'm pitying you here. Now turn around, I'm not saying it again."
Gilbert kept staring back at the man, his legs trembling as Antonio stepped closer.
"Oh my god, don't tell me your afraid of getting a little burn," the man laughed pointing the pistol away as he raised his arms bent in a gesture, "though I really do hope this kills you."
"WHAT?" yelled Gilbert as he subconsciously took a step back. He lost his footing and slipped off the tree branch. Before he fell a good fifteen feet down, he reached his arms out and grabbed a good hold of the branch. He swung pathetically trying to get back up over it. Antonio just laughed in a merciless tone.
"Oh you are so fun to watch Gilbert, really, you are!" he cackled as he walked under Gilbert. The albino's breathing sharpened as he struggled to get over the branch even faster.
"You fucking psychopath!" screamed Gilbert angrily, "what the hell is wrong with you? !"
"Hm? Let's see, you sleep with the boy I love, make me look stupid in front of everyone and now you're calling me crazy."
"That's cause you are! This isn't you! The normal Antonio would be smiling and happy and never let anything get to him! He's the happiest son of a bitch I've ever seen! It's like he's inhuman!"
"Hah!" laughed Antonio cutting him short, "happy you say? Does this look like someone being happy? You home wrecker you ruined everything! I was supposed t o be with my Romano forever, he was supposed to love me when I confessed my love for him! He was supposed to be mine!" he screamed as he grabbed tightly at the cloth by his chest. He tightened his hold over his heart.
"You're the problem! You're the crazy one! You're the worthless one!"
Gilbert's eyes widened as Antonio raised the flare gun at him with both hands holding it.
"You idiot," smiled Gilbert as he started losing his hold on the branch.
Antonio raised a brow.
"It's not for us to decide who he picks, stupid."
Gilbert lets go of the branch and lands on top of Antonio. The startled Spaniard fires the gun anyway, sending a streak of light brushing against the left side of Gilbert's face. Before Gilbert can try and pin the brunette down, he feels his face burning hot. Antonio pushes the albino away as he looks for the flare gun he dropped when Gilbert's weight crushed him.
"Uh . . ?"
Gilbert touches at his burning face and all he can touch is hot, sticky liquid. He looks down at his pale hand to see blood. A faint gust of wind brushes by, and instantaneously he feels his face burning. Before he can let a scream roll out of his trembling mouth, something hard hits him in the back of his head.
Antonio repeatedly bashes at the man's head with the butt of the empty flare gun.
"Tch' so much for giving you pity," he muttered as he brushed Gilbert's blood off his clothes.
"Gilbert?" someone called from the distance.
"GILBERT!" the albino's unmistakable younger brother screams. Antonio stood up and backed away from the face down body of Gilbert. The rapid footsteps halted as the first to get there, Roderich, let out a sharp gasp.
"Oh my god!" Ludwig exclaimed as he quickly bent over the body of the unconscious Gilbert. Roderich stood behind the German as he nervously waited for the albino to stir at the touch of his brother. He then turned behind himself where he heard a small twig crack.
"It's only us out here, right?" asked the Austrian as he rubbed at his hands in cold.
"Of course, nobody else knows," huffed Ludwig as he decided whether to turn his brother. Roderich directed his stare back at the two Germans.
"A-alright then," he uttered.
Antonio is crazy. He's going to kill me. He's trying to kill me.
"Gilbert? Gilbert, please wake up," whispered Ludwig pushing his brother gently. He then felt his hand resting on the cold ground become wet with something warm. He looked down to see a thin trail of blood.
"NO! Nonononononono!" he repeated as he turned his brother over to see the left side of his face covered in blood. Roderich fell to his knees, unable to stand as he shook horribly.
"GILBERT! Wake up! We're here to take you home! We're here to make everything better!" Roderich began clawing at Gilbert's wet clothes. The albino didn't stir as the Austrian shook the man over and over violently.
He's going to kill us. He's not going to stop until we're dead. He really is crazy.
"Roderich! Stop!" yelled Ludwig as he shoved the man away. Roderich fell on his back as Ludwig picked the Prussian's limp body into his arms.
"I need you to calm down," he said in a forceful tone as Roderich panted sharply and too fast, "we have to get him medical attention."
"But Ludwig . . ."
"NOW Roderich," the blond German hissed as he gave Roderich a leer. Roderich bit his lip and quickly got up at his feet and ran off from the direction they had come from.
Antonio stood quietly concealed in the darkness, his fingers slowly tapping on the wooden handle of the axe he had dragged all the way there to.
So much for killing three in one blow. But this is as best chance as I'll ever get.
Antonio grabbed at his axe's handle with both hands tightly as his eyes narrowed at the back of Ludwig's head.
If he dies, Gilbert will die. Then me and Romano will live together forever.
He took one step from beyond the bushes, Ludwig too distracted on cleaning his brother's wounds.
A smile cracked up his face.
Dead. Dead dead dead dead!
As he pulled the axe back behind his back, he heard a small snap. The noise of a gun-
"Put it down Antonio," said a voice in a low whisper.
-being taken off of safety.
"Or I'll blow your head right this second," said Roderich whispering into Antonio's ear. Still smiling, Antonio turned past his shoulder to see a calmed expression on Roderich's face.