There comes a time in every Bastard's life when things get too great for them to handle. Lovino Vargas, Southern Italy, was by far no exception to this rule. He'd spend his time pushing his lover around, Antonio, taking advantage of his brother, Feliciano, and sometimes being an overall jackass. But things did get to him, despite what he let on. All the time he'd hear Feliciano talk to highly of Germany. All the time he'd hear that sweet adoring voice that was reserved for only Ludwig in himself. He was very, very pissy about that. He wasn't supposed to talk highly of that Macho-Potato-bastard! Especially when...well...it wasn't to him at all.

Antonio noticed his lover acting out a lot more then usual. It was quite unusual really, Lovino seemed much depressed as of late and the Spaniard couldn't put his finger on it. It was really concerning him though, so he brought Feliciano and Ludwig over for a nice visit too. He had made a large Pizza with Lovino's favourite toppings on it and had it out as he waited for the other two to come over. He hummed lightly, watching Lovino watch the Television. The Italian looked highly upset right now, and it made Antonio upset too.

"Niño..." He called softly, a little name that would stick to the Italian for the rest of his life, "Would you like a piece of Pizza before the get here?" he offered with a wide grin, hoping this would bring Lovino out of his funk. Though the Italian only frowned, grunting a little,

"Go away, cazzo." he huffed irritably, curling up tighter on the couch. The Spanish man felt his heart break as he nodded,

"Very well then." he said softly, "If you say so..." As he strode back to the kitchen to serve the wine, he heard the knock on the door. He knew that Lovino would not get it, and he mentally cursed at the fact he was just in there and now had to go all the way back! But it didn't matter too much to him, as long as he saw his favourite Italians and his best friend's baby brother. He trotted out of the room and opened the door, "Ho-" he was cut off mid-sentence as Feliciano drew his arms around the other tightly,

"Ve~! Toni~!" he cried brightly, snuggling the Spaniard happily. Ludwig could only shake his head, though he knew that Italy's antics where just part of who he was. Who was Ludwig to change such a person? Antonio laughed brightly, snuggling little Feliciano tightly, kissing his forehead,

"¡Ah, mi chico~!" He laughed brightly, "¿Como estas?" He asked the younger, ushering both of them into the house. Italy looked blankly for a moment, before giggling,

"Do you mean 'come sei'?" he asked innocently before getting a pat on the head,

"Just tell me how you are, mi chico~" Antonio grinned as they made their way to the living-room. To the Spanish man's surprise, the Southern Italian was curled up in the corner of the couch, blissfully ignoring the other three in the house. Though Feliciano plopped his tush down right next to his brother, saying a quick 'Ciao Fratello~' before watching Antonio sit down on the chair across from them, fully absorbed into what the other was going to say. Ludwig had sat down next to Feliciano and the Italian in return latched onto him quickly,

"Ve~ Ludwig has been taking care of me so well!" he exclaimed brightly, snuggling into the brute German, who allowed it, "He cooks me dinner a lot too! And its not all icky sausages either," he pointed out, using that love-struck-teenager voice again and sighing in delight, "He even asked me to marry him~!" Feliciano concluded, showing off the ring on his finger. This caused a gasp of surprise from the Spaniard, his little Feliciano was getting married! Before he could even say anything, Romano's gaze was on his brother,

"...Married, Veneziano?" He asked quietly. He couldn't quite believe that one. Though his brother nodded wildly, giggling wildly. "...Oh." he frowned a bit, there was a long streatch of silence and everyone thought that Romano was going to scream and rant and possibly cry but...he didn't.

Instead, Lovino looked back with a bright happy grin that was normally only seen on the Northern half, "That's so great, Fratello~!" he said happily, clinging to his brother tightly, snuggling him. Now this...this wasn't right. This caused a disturbance in the household and everyone froze, everyone stared. What was Lovino doing? That wasn't him...that wasn't like him at all! It was quite scary, actually.

"...Lovi...what are you doing...?" Feliciano asked, but Spain had come over to gently pick up the tinier off his brother, who in return clung to Spain and nuzzled and loved him happily,

"I'm not doing anything." he responded simply, giggling lightly. Lovino made a strange purring noise as he kissed Antonio, "I love you, is that a crime Toni?" he asked, blinking his large eyes. Everyone in the room had a sinking feeling in their stomachs. Normally if Lovino just did this, Antonio would be bouncing off the walls and taking pictures for his scrap-booking. But under these circumstances, it was wrong. Something mentally snapped in Lovino and the Spaniard and German where quite aware of this. But Antonio let him down lightly and the Italian beamed at Germany now, waving happily, "Oh, Ludwig...I have something special for you!" he said as bright as his brother would have. But as Ludwig was going to respond, he felt a very sharp pain in his chest. Why where the Spanish and Northern Italian men screaming? Was that his gut instinct telling him not to? No.

That was Lovino plunging a knife through him.

Panic swept throughout the whole room as blood started spurring from Ludwig, who was much too in shock to do anything about it. Lovino was atop of him, screaming loudly in his face as he drew the knife out again,

"Come hai potuto? Questo è il mio fratello!" He screamed, "You can not marry him you Potato bastard!" he ignored the screamed and pleas from Feliciano to stop, focusing on the wrestling having to be done with the German under him. Both fell to the floor, but the fight only lasted a second longer as Spain picked up Lovino instinctively. He had been crying, he was pretty scared...

"Tha...Thats enough, niño..." he whispered in the Italian's ear, who only really wriggled more violently, "Feli, call the hospital." he instructed, swiftly taking the older Italian away, kicking and screaming all the while. Nobody really heard from either Antonio or Lovino for a long, long time.

Fin.

Hey guys! Two in a week! WHAT! Yes...Lovino snapped a little differently then normal. I figured that he wouldn't go straight to anger, but have some creepy mental hospital happiness thrown in there first. What happened to everyone? I'll leave that for you to decide.

Next time on Onomatopoeia- Greek Rage! Want a little preveiw?

There comes a time in every relaxed person's life when things get too great for them to handle. Heracles Karpulsi, Greece, was by far no exception to this rule. It wasn't so much life, but the people in it. The people meaning Turkey. That man grated and every last nerve that Greek boy had, and he was silently and lazily fed up with it. But he'd let it go on just a bit longer, he was sleepy now.

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