There comes a time in every under-appreciated house-husband's life where things get too great to handle. Antonio Fernandez Carriedo, Spain, was by far no exception to this rule. Yes, he did love his Lovino Vargas very, very dearly. He doted on him all the time, catered to every one of his needs (and forceful demands) day in and day out. And every single time it was with a smile. Antonio never complained, he was just so overwhelmed to have Lovino in his life, he simply forgot that he had needs, wants, and a limit as well.

Well it was like any other day, really. Antonio was cooking away in the kitchen-three different meals and none he wanted-for his dear Lovino and his own friends Francis and Gilbert. They where quite demanding today, but Antonio complied with a grin on his face anyway. If they where happy, he was happy. But he had to admit, he wasn't the best in the French or German culinary arts. Antonio would try though, please his friends, and that would ultimately make him happy as well. Atleast, that was the plan, anyway.

Antonio smiled lightly, quite happy with his creations he attempted. They looked pretty good...and they didn't taste terrible either. As a cook, you have to sample food and it did please his own pallet. Besides, the real challenge was pleasing France. But Spain was a good friend of his, so chances are he'd just compliment and eat it, whether it was a perfect French cuisine or just a heap of England's ***** with Antonio's name on it. "Lunch is done mi amgos~" he called happily, setting the table. He made Prussia some potato dumplings and France truffade (that really was the hardest to make), and decided on not to eat anything himself. But as the trio sat down, Antonio sat down next to Lovino who silently started eating his pizza. No, Antonio wasn't really expecting rave reviews, but maybe a 'thanks' would be nice right? There was silence as Gilbert first ate, choking on it.

"Geez Toni!" He yelped, "Taste like fucking shit! Are you trying to bump my awesomeness off by feeding me this crap?" he asked rather rudely, huffing, "I swear. I'd rather go eat at Artie's house." Antonio didn't get a chance to reply. He was more thinking of ways to make up why he didn't like it. Maybe it was just Gilbert...and Gilbert could be picky...well not really. But was it like England's cooking...? He looked to Francis as he tried his won, he noticed him cough too,

"Mon deiu.." he choked out, "...I have to agree with Gilbert this time...Antonio your cooking it a bit...lacking." he tried to be tactful about it, but really it wasn't working, "It really does make my dear Angleterre seem like a-" Nobody was quite sure what exactly happened until France felt the terrible sting of a plate to his head, shattering on him leaving cuts and bruises. Gilbert stopped griping, and Lovino stopped eating to stare at the very pissed off looking Antonio.

"I didn't have to do that you ungreatful little fuckers!" he snapped suddenly, causing all eyes to go so wide as they stared at the Spanish man screaming at them, "I don't ahve to do ANYTHING for you! But I do, and really I don't know why. None of you really care when I fucking do it!" There was just more silence until Antonio threw a punch at Gilbert next, causing him to fall over. Lovino was quite terrified of his lover, a few tears starting to fall out,

"H-Hey bastard! D-don't-!" that earned the small Italian a death glare, then a smile that could give Russia's a run for his money.

"...You're the last one to be talking, Lovi." he hissed darkly, "You're the primary source of my frustrations." France tried desperately, picking up the Prussian in his arms, who growled lightly, grumbling ugly German under his breath. He was not happy in the least bit, that bitch when Psycho! Though Antonio caught his friends in the act of trying to run away. "Oh no you don't." he growled, grabbing both by the hair and causing a simultaneous yelp. Nobody had EVER seen Antonio mad, especially to this degree to actually be dishing out pain to people. Lovino had long since fled the room, hiding in the bedroom. He was so scary! But he'd never admit he was afraid, anyway.

Antonio violently threw the two down into the wall, causing a chorus of groans in retaliation. "I am overwork, nobody cares about it," he growled, giving a swift kick to the other's, "ALL I WANT IS SOME APPRECIATION DAMMIT!" he screamed, tears forming in his eyes as he picked up a near-by umbrella and started beating the two, "DON'T. YOU. TAKE. ME. FOR. GRANTED!" the rest nobody understood, considering it was all in Spanish. But nobody was caring anyway-being beaten with an umbrella, blood started spurring out of their mouths. Gilbert grabbed the umbrella, hissing,

"GODDAMMIT ANTONIO!" he snapped, "WE GET IT!" but this was just more fuel to the fire. He was getting more pissed off just by the words alone. He felt like they really weren't getting the message, so he threw the item at the two and stormed off to the kitchen. Francis held onto Gilbert tightly, shaking a bit,

"...w-what has gotten into our Petite Toni?" he whispered quietly, staring at the empty door frame, expecting the other to come back out. Gilbert shook his head, wiping his bloodied nose on his sleeve,

"Gott I don't know..." he whispered back, frowning, "...its kinda hot though." he smirked a little, getting a strange glance from Francis. Prussia blinked, "What?" he snapped, "I think its pretty hot.." he admitted before he saw the man come back with the pan full of saute'd potatoes and dumplings in the like. He grinned widely,

"...I hope you like them enough. They're still hot so, eat up." he giggled a little, dropping the pan and its scalding contense on the two. He only laughed more when he heard more screams in pain as the food and heavy metal burnt and dented skin. They better remember next time. He was a person too. "I fucking have needs too." he snapped suddenly, "And I expect you to meet mine next time, do I make myself clear?" Antonio asked, smiling happily as the two nodded vigerously. "Okay! No leave~" he purred, scampering off to find Lovino.

He had a special punishment for Lovino, anyway.

fin.

thats right ladies and gents...RAEP THAT LOVI.

I can't write it in because I'm using the school computer D:

I promise rape later if you guys REALLY want it though.

(I know I do hurhurhurrrrr~~~~~~~)