Hell yes for Spring Break! I didn't really leave my house all week; it was perfect! I got to work on my Swedish, I got a new sketchbook since my old one fell apart, AND I finished this for you guys :D

This actually was the easier ending for me since this is the ending I was going to use in the first place. Also, is it normal for when you think of Spamano fanfic ideas for this to IMMEDIATELY pop into your head xD?

Sorry if you love Antonio, Lovino and Spamano, I do too, but this is supposed to be the "bad" ending.

Flashbacks are in the beginning - middle, and no despite common belief the dad isn't a Russian Cowboy (RusAme fangirl squeal insert) he's drunk.

Also, could you guys possibly write a review over the story so far so I know what I need to work on? It would be very appreciated, and I would most likely write better fanfics if you think about it. (Win-win situation here :D). I'm not trying to pressure you into it though!

Lastly I warn you, this may not be for the faint of heart or the ungory-loving fangirls out there.

Chapter XVI Ending I

"You're killing the mood." He moved his arm back as if he was holding a baseball bat, and swung. It clipped the edge of the Italian's temple before hacking his cheek open from top to bottom. He fell to the floor clutching it tenderly, blood engulfing his hands immediately, while he screamed bloody murder. Yet Ivan just towered over Lovino with the bottle slightly dripping little droplets of blood, not even flinching at the damage he had just caused. His face was as cold as stone, and as stoic as an Easter Island moai. He was purely a demonic monster trapped inside a human body for sure.

"Antonio!" Lovino screamed fervently, "ANTONI-..." Ivan sliced open his neck, causing mountains of blood to pour out from the crude cut.

"Do NOT say his name like that, EVER." Rage filled his eyes, his once beautiful violet eyes. He had long since left the uncomforting zone of sanity.

"Ivan! Ivan!" A much smaller Antonio, maybe six or seven years old, called while running across the playground. "Look what I found!" He held a shoebox with a helpless bird inside.

"Da? What is it?" The child version of Ivan asked, looking up from his miniature sandcastle.

"A birdy! I think he's hurt though..." Antonio replied with sadness filling his little emerald eyes.

"Da, I think so too. Maybe my mommy could help?" The baby Spaniard's eyes gleamed at the very sound of those words.

"Please please please!" He pleaded. Ivan nodded his head and took the shoebox that Antonio held out. He smiled once and turned away to walk back home which was just down the street.

"Ivaaaan! I think you cut your finger." Antonio said, looking at the Russian's little finger.

"Orange juice will help it; it's okay." He replied calmly. It was just a somewhat small cut on the top of his finger after all, even if it was bleeding.

"It'll get infecteted though!" He pouted. "Lemme seeeeee." Ivan was apprehensive at first, but soon put his finger up to Antonio's face. He was going to ask why when the Spaniard suddenly bit his finger and sucked the blood away. "Meh dohn't vant ju to huwrt yowsef." Antonio looked up at him and blinked.

"Here borrow my crayons!" Antonio beamed, holding the 24-count box put to the Russian's sad little face.

"R..really?" Ivan asked. No one ever wanted to talk to him, so why did this boy every day?

"Yeah! Everyone needs crayons to draw pretty pictures!" Ivan slowly took the box, making sure that it wasn't a trick, and started drawing a rose with his black crayon. He bit his bottom lip in concentration then put the finishing touches on it.

"Oooohh, you do draw pretty pictures Ivan!"

"Th..thank you."

"Oi, Tomato boy!" Francis called, "Where's your crazy buddy?"

"He's not crazy! He's just misunderstood." Antonio snapped, even if they were all about seven it didn't mean that they didn't have feelings.

"Okay, okay! Sheesh!"

"And he's over there." He pointed over at the sink where he was washing his hands, his face looking at Francis angrily.

"Good."

"Good?" Antonio was confused, a good thing? How was that a good thing?

"Gilbert fetch." Francis demanded of the little albino boy behind him.

"The awesome me does not fetch! Gilbird peck!" Gilbert sick-em'd his little birdy at Antonio, and it did exactly what it was told. The bird was pecking at his head, causing him to run in circles shooing it, and started drawing blood.

"Ahhhhh!" Ivan turned around to see why his friend was yelling, and saw the bird. He got madder than he had ever before. He clenched his fists, and in his blind fury, ripped out the water faucet from its place and headed over to the birdy. The teacher and all of the kids gathered around the mini water show instead of the other children, which gave him a good chance.

"Bad." He swung at the bird, hitting it right on the head and just barely missing Antonio.

"Gilbird!" Gilbert exclaimed. This time the teacher actually paid attention. He walked over to the four, eyeing Ivan with horror all the while.

"What did you do?" Their teacher asked.

"Ivan crushed the awesome me's awesome birdy!" Gilbert answered, trying to claw at Ivan even though he was held back by Antonio.

"D..id you?" He tried his best not to show his fear.

"Da." Ivan responded, not knowing the consequences.

"Go to the office." Ivan tilted his head slightly. "Now." He put more emphasis on the last part.

Ivan didn't realize what happened until the teacher called the security guards to escort him away. They held his hands, and nearly dragged him out of the room.

"No Ivan!" Antonio screeched, letting go of Gilbert and chasing after him.

The teacher held him back, hugging him and lightly patting his head. "It's okay Antonio; he'll only be gone for a while."

Ivan's dad pressed the button on the answering machine, not noticing that Ivan had walked in. "You have one message from 'The Carriedo Household': 'KEEP YOUR DAMN SON AWAY FROM MINE! I SWEAR IF HE GETS ANYWHERE CLOSE TO HIM AGAIN I'LL RIP OFF HIS FUCKING HEAD AND SHOVE IT DOWN THAT FUCKING FAUCET OF HIS!' If you would like to replay that message, press 3. If you would like to delete it, press 8-" He slammed his finger down on the key.

Ivan just stood there, his scarf blowing slightly in the wind coming from the open door. "An..to..ni..o?.." Ivan's usually smiling face started gathering tears.

His dad turned around, just noticing him, and grabbed his shoulders. "Why did you do that you idiot!" Do you know how much trouble I could get in for this?" He screamed in his face and fiercely shook him back and forth, but Ivan didn't care. He just felt numb; the one and only person who had ever cared for him was practically gone.

Gone.

Ivan was walking down his street when someone suddenly called for him. "Pssst, Ivan!" Antonio whispered from behind a tree. Ivan turned around, wiping his red puffy eyes slowly. "Ivan!" He motioned for the Russian to come forward.

"Antonio?" He asked while walking toward him.

"Si!"

"B..but my daddy will get mad if I see you..." Ivan said, looking down at his tennis shoes.

"I know...but I had to tell you something before you went home!"

"Da...?" He was deeply confused; wouldn't they both get in huge trouble? What was so important that made his voice so desperate?

"Well, you'll always be mi amigo! No matter what!" Antonio answered, smiling brightly and crossing his heart in a promise. "Promise?" He stuck out his pinkie.

"..." Ivan was taken aback at that. He actually had a true friend? It wasn't a trick this time?

"Ivan?" Antonio's face dimmed.

"Promise." They both smiled and shook pinkies.

A few days later, Ivan started shying away from his classmates even more. He would talk to no one, and no one would talk to him. He wouldn't go looking for people for a group project, and they wouldn't acknowledge him. He would sit with no one, and they wouldn't sit with him. Simple. It was their unspoken agreement, though it eventually started to get to him. His little body couldn't hold all of the stress. He began getting these thoughts, strange thoughts, destructive thoughts, cruel thoughts, and he finally acted on them.

One day his father came home drunk and started yelling, slurring almost every other word. "Bul, geut sho hass ova ere!" Ivan popped his head out from behind the wall and glanced at him for a moment. "Eye sayd ta geut ova ere!" Ivan quickly complied and scurried over to the drunkard.

"Yes daddy?" He looked up into his father's light brown eyes. The elder then drew back his hand and slapped him, leaving a red handprint across his face. "Ow!" He squealed and held his cheek. "Daddy that hurt!" He looked back into his eyes again, but this time with a twinge of misunderstanding.

"Tawk ta ya eders ma repectiby! An whipe dat dayum gin of ya fase!" He staggered over to the earthy colored couch and plopped down, stretching out on it as he looked into his son's face, "Geut meh a bawle!" The older Russian stuck out his hand and made a grabbing motion with his fingers.

"Da otec." He rushed to the refrigerator, grabbed the Kaliningrad vodka, and handed it to his father.

"Khoroshii mal'chik, khoroshii mal'chik." He answered, patting Ivan's head with the bottom of the bottle.

"Nah gah awah! Sha sha!"

Ivan hurried out of the room before his father could notice, and headed to their backyard. It was a fairly lush area since they owned two acres, yet they never really took care of it. He pushed through branches, stepped over twigs, and stomped on leaves to get to the small clearing in the middle. It was his happy place; he felt calm and safe there. Nothing could ever hurt him between the walls of oaks and blossoms.

When he got to the middle of the small clearing, he started digging into the damp ground with his pudgy hands.

SCRULCH SCRULCH

Once he heard that sound, he stopped digging and pulled up a small handmade wooden box. He undid the clasp on the front by pulling a small metal piece, then lifted the cover. Inside there was a iron wood handled knife, maybe 10" in length or so, underneath a brown leather holder. Ivan looked at it fondly; it was his most prized possession after all. He grabbed the cold hilt, holding as if he were about to duel, and stared at it.

That was when he got his ingenious idea.

He put his box back into the ground and sat criss-cross on top of the freshly covered hole, calming his exterior down enough to start attracting small creatures. Soon enough, one poor thing came up to him. It was an albino rabbit with beady red eyes and pink nose that had hopped over and started nuzzling his thigh.

Ivan stroked the animal's white fur while slowly raising the knife above its head. After his precise angling, he dropped it and watched as it cut perfectly through its skull, leaving the once flawless white a now putrid red.

Antonio couldn't believe what had just happened. Lovino was...dead? No, he couldn't be. That was crazy talk! He was alive and well, sitting on his couch watching Food Network's Italian Special! Yeah, yeah! No way he would come over this early anyway!

KLRUSH

His built up hopes were crushed once Ivan had come back. He danced down the stairs holding his victim's severed head from his auburn hair. Its face had a forever peacefully sleeping expression; eyes closed and slightly opened mouth, even though his neck portrayed a completely different ending. There was a very uneven cut, the spine was sticking out of the back partially, and pieces of flesh even hung off the inside, completely contradicting the facial expression. To make it worse, every step he took caused the remnant to bob up then down, causing the teeth the clatter somewhat, and drop a small amount of crimson blood onto the stairs.

"Antonio, nothing can separate us anymore~!" Ivan hopped off of the last step and tossed the body part to his side. It rolled for a few meters, then stopped as it touched the wine racks. A visible trail traced the head back to the Russian like smeared footprints.

Antonio held back the urge to vomit as he watched his love's life finish spiraling down a dark abyss. He never even had the chance to say that final 'I love you' before everything happened...

"Cheer up! You're with your friend aren't you?" Ivan finished strolling over to the Spaniard. "He meant nothing." The last sentence dripped with a demonic tone, successfully terrifying the captive even more. He squatted down next to him, untied his leg bonds, and clasped his hands together. "Well, I'll go make some dinner! Your legs would probably start cramping if you didn't move them soon, so I decided that I could just lock you in here while I made us some paella! Just don't get hurt okay?" He tapped Antonio's nose playfully and walked up the stairs.

When he had made it up the steps, Antonio heard the click of the lock and knew that he was completely alone. He backed away, even farther away than he was already, from Lovino's lifeless head, cowering in fear and disbelief. While curling up into the fetal position, he started mourning his love.

"Muh...bi...noh...MUHBINOH!" He tried to scream, throwing what he could of his head back. "Muhbinoh...Muhbinoh..." Tears rolled down the sides of his face as the duct tape hindered his speech.

"Come to me then Antonio." A familiar, faint voice cooed.

"Mhm?" Antonio brought his tear-stricken face up to look at it.

"Antonio, you can be with me forever." A pale figure was now slowly becoming visible, holding his shoulder in a motherly sort of way. "Don't be scared; it's only me mio amore." The Italian smiled, pulling off the duct tape and lightly kissing his lips.

"Lovino! Lovino I knew you would come back to me! I knew it! I knew you would! I knew it!" By now he had started laughing, partially because of the strangeness of the situation, but mainly because of his breaking sanity. Tears of joy started welling up in his eyes, "Anything to be with you again!" He closed them and smiled at him.

"So you want to?"

"Si, si!" He exclaimed eagerly.

Lovino stood up, "Follow me then." Antonio put his bonded hands onto the floor behind him and pushed up off of his feet, causing him to be able to now stare into the translucent eyes. Lovino then turned toward the wall to their left. "I can't wait." His emotionless voice said, below the realm of a normal human's hearing, smiling all the while.

They didn't walk too far, but when they got there Lovino pointed at a beaker of a greenish blue substance. It laid next to multiple different chemicals, bleach, ammonia, chlorine, and even vinegar to name a few, on top of a three-staged shelf above the washer and dryer. Antonio still had a cheery expression on though.

"If you drink it then we can be together forever and ever, okay?" Antonio nodded diligently.

"Can you untie me then?" Lovino complied and untied him; however, he started fading away almost as fast as he had appeared. "Gracias! I'll see you soon!" He said hurriedly before Lovino completely vanished.

As soon as he grabbed for the glass, his conscience pinged in and caused him to hesitate. He held his arm right in front of it and thought everything over. Did he really want to die here? Did he really need Lovino that much? Did he actually fear death? Was he truly in love? Did he really need to do this?

No...

Yes...

No...

Yes...

YES.

He snatched up the beaker and guzzled it down. Within seconds, he collapsed onto the floor, clutching his stomach as it burned his insides. They felt as if they were on fire, searing the rims before violently attacking the main flesh. He began to vomit uncontrollably to get rid of the foreign evil, or at least until his throat closed on him. His mouth looked like nothing it ever had before; it was a deathly red, coated in noticeable bumps and peeling all around the inside. He could taste the metallic taste of blood mix with the half-digested bits of food in his mouth together, burning it even more than it already was. In addition to his torture, no matter how much he needed the air, his lungs protested. His face started turning a light shade of blue while foam formed around the edges of his burnt lips. His body was going to give up; it wouldn't be able to take the massive amount of suffering anymore. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as his body was sprawled out limply on the cold floor.

But no matter how much of a tragedy it was Lovino's spirit didn't care. When it faded back into the basement, he floated over to Antonio's unmoving body and kneeled beside him. He moved his face in front of his, staring deep into his soulless green eyes as his form changed. Lovino kissed his lips once more and pulled back slowly, sucking out the last vital part of the human's existence and enjoying every second of it. The rich taste of the suffering, the bold flavors of love and loss, the aroma of impurity, and especially the essence of inner turmoil. All of those things combined made one of the tastiest treats that his kind desired.

Once Lovino had finished devouring his life completely, he licked his lips and wiped them with his sleeve. He took a deep breath, then raised his hands to the ceiling and began nonsensically chanting. A gust of wind quickly enveloped the room, causing his sleek black hair to whip around his face and his blood red eyes harshly. He was being absorbed by the very air he was breathing, though before he completely disappeared, he flashed a demonic smile back to his delicious meal.

He placed his hand over his chest and bowed, "My lord."

[1] Orange Juice - I remembered that people usually put vodka in orange juice (people at my school do too) so I decided to go with it :p, but without the vodka for our lil Russia-tan!

[2] Infecteted - Infected, just spelt wrong on purpose

[3] Meh dohn't vant ju to huwrt yowsef. - Me don't want you to hurt yourself.

[4] Bul, geut sho hass ova ere! - Boy, get your ass over here!

[5] Eye sayd ta geut ova ere! - I said to get over here!

[6] Tawk ta ya eders ma repectiby! An whipe dat dayum gin of ya fase! - Talk to your elders more respectibly! And wipe that damn grim off your face!

[7] Geut meh a bawle! - Get me a bottle!

[8] Da otec. - Yes father.

[9] Khoroshii mal'chik, khoroshii mal'chik. - Good boy, good boy.

[10] Nah gah awah! Sha sha! - Now go away! Shoo shoo!

[11] Muh...bi...noh...MUHBINOH! - Lo...vi...no...LOVINO!

[12] Mio amore - My love

[13] If your wondering what he drank; it's my imagination of a weird bleach, ammonia (yes I know they make mustard gas but I wasn't sure what would happen if they were mized with something else since Google wasn't nice...), chlorine, and vinegar mixture.

[14] I. HAD. TO. I was revising it this morning a little more, and I realized how Black Butler demon-y it sounded xD

Well, 'tis the "bad" ending my loves. Like I said before, I had much fun writing this especially on the gory (in other people's opinions) like Lovino's head, Lovino getting killed, Antonio's flesh searing inside him, etc. etc.

Remember that Swengland fanfic I put on my profile that I was working on? Well I gave my buddy the idea (the exact one since I honestly thought I was a semi-to-absolutely terrible writer then) since she wanted to write a fanfic for me, and she didn't for a while, but today she showed me some of what she wrote (she was apparently bored). So I'm just saying that if she does post it, though she isn't sure if she wants to or not, we didn't steal one another's ideas, we shared in a way since we both have somewhat different ideas for it.

Hej då!