Chapter 3

Spanish class was filled with nervousness and hiding not to mention a large amount of mumbling curses. It seemed as if Lovino's brother was trying to kill him; he didn't get anything and constantly asked Antonio for help, and as a normal teacher, he would also ask Lovino if he was alright. Though he was always tempted to ask if he could go to the nurse's, he forced himself to say 'yeah' considering that if he did his brother would ask him to many questions. Antonio was right next to him helping his brother right now. He avoided the teacher's gaze, but it was so hard. It was so hard being this close and act like he hated him. He couldn't stand it anymore and asked if he could go to the restroom. Without waiting an answer he stood and tried not to run away.

He didn't even reach the restroom when he slid down against a locker a couple of halls away from the classroom. His hand was clenched to his heart. He could almost feel Toni breathe against his neck, his curly brown hair against his fingers, his emerald eyes on him, his lips on his…. What was happening to him? He was a teacher, not to mention a man. If anyone found out about this, he would kill himself. He couldn't let this take over him, he had to forget this, he had to, and it wasn't an option. He could feel his stupid tears run on his cheeks. He angrily wiped them away, and stood. He wasn't necessarily ready to go back to his class, so he simply walked around. He tried pinching himself whenever he thought of the teacher, but he soon got numb and couldn't feel a thing.

"Lovino!"

He whipped his head around and to see who called only to suddenly feel something hard and metallic hit him in the back of his head knocking him down. Whoever did so sat on top of him tying his wrists together.

"WHO THE HELL ARE YOU? GET THE FU-"

He put a cloth on his mouth also tying it behind his head which pressed the injury even more.

"Huh, you kiss your mother with that mouth. Then again, I'm no different. I'll just tell you one think, people, including you Spanish teacher, know me as Jackson, and now, I'm going to knock you unconscious."

He hit once more Lovino's head and suddenly, everything went black.

Daan entered as a couple of students were still leaving. Antonio noticed that Lovino didn't come back, but really didn't pay much mind to that. His brother, on the contraire, took his, and his brother's backpack practically running screaming for his brother.

"Brotherly love… Sometimes it can be such a pain."

"Yeah, they're actually twins: Feliciano and Lovino."

"They're Italian? Nice, I guess."

"The other left my classroom and didn't come back, it's weird."

"Yes, yes, yes, Italians are weird, you haven't heard of Jackson?"

"No, are you sure he's here?"

"No, I just supposed that my sister went missing out of the blue and I dreamed the whole thing of some blond who looks very much like that idiot who kidnapped us both holding a knife against her neck."

"Look, I just can't believe he's here, okay, and no need for dry sarcasm."

Antonio's phone vibrated. He reached for it while Daan followed his gaze. An image of Lovino tied up against a wall unconscious with his uniform cut in several areas filled the screen. Under it said:

Still refusing to come and work for me? If you don't, he will.

Alley 34, 26045

"Who is that?"

Antonio didn't answer and took off running with out thinking twice.

Lovino finally woke up to find his wrists aching. Soon he found out he was tied up against a wall. How exactly, he had no idea. He uselessly tried to pull free, but like I said, it was useless.

"That's pathetic."

Lovino would have defended himself, and then he realized his mouth was duck-tapped.

"I might actually have to train you like I did with Antonio. His family was such a screamer. Not to mention a yeller, no one could blame me for putting them down. Well, no one but Antonio, of course."

Antonio. His Spanish teacher knew him. Him. But it wasn't as if he had a choice, but he still couldn't resist getting shocked to hear that name. The red-headed, who he guessed was Jackson, stood from the chair he was sitting on and got closer to him. He layed his hand on his leg rubbing it up and down. Lovino got nervous at this second. Jack got closer until their chests were stuck together. He smirked evilly.

"You're not half bad, did you know that?"

Jack's hands got under his shirt rubbing his chest. Before he could even get them lower, someone came out of nowhere and tackled Jackson away. He sat on top of him and Lovino could see familiar, curly hair punching Jackson's face. Some blond came running after the Spaniard pulling him away from the red-headed. Those emerald eyes still fought through. Jack simply chuckled with blood running down his cheek and nose.

"My dear, Antonio, you haven't lost a bit of strength, haven't you?"

"Don't you fucken lay hands, you hear me, hijo de perra!"

"Antonio! Language, where are your manners, I thought I taught you never to fight when we have guest, unless it's the crowd or the cops."

Antonio kept his eyes filled with anger glued to his laughing opponent. The blond beside him stepped in calmly.

"Let the boy go, he has nothing to do with this."

"Oh, but it efficiently brought Toni to me here for some reason of which I'd rather not know of."

"Where's Emma?"

"Emma? Oh, Emma! Yeah, she isn't with us anymore. Sorry."

He spoke innocently. The blond cracked and pinned Jack against the wall with his hand threatening to choke him.

"What the hell do you mean by that?"

"She escaped, idiot. I trained her well, before she knew me, she couldn't do a cartwheel."

"And she would rather keep it that way."

He let go of the bleeding man and walked backwards.

"What do you want for the boy?"

Antonio kept his head down. It seemed as if he had some strange aura around him making him a good deal more threatening. He couldn't believe this was his cheerful Spanish teacher back at school. Here he was some short-tempered, well-trained, ready-kill-you-with-his-bare-hands gang member.

"I think we both know the answer to that. Fight. Right here, you got five minutes. Win for me and you get the boy. But if you die trying he stays with me, you too blondie."

"Leave him out of this."

"I don't feel like it."

"Can't the boy just leave now?"

"Not telling me his name, smart. But no, you made me that same trick with your sister. Leaving the last minute, I expected better from you."

He finally looked at Lovino tied up and wide-eyed at him. Lovino couldn't believe Antonio was doing all of this for him. He could imagine the pressure.

"Who am I going to fight?"

"The same professional fighter who killed your father."

A/N

Yay! Done with two in one day! This was to make up for the lame chapter yesterday.

Lovino: It was lame

Shut up! You supposed to be tied up right now.

Antonio: Yeah, you kind of crossed the line with that...

I did, and I don't care.

Hijo de perra: son of a bitch

Names :D:

Daan: Netherlands

Emma: Belgium

Lovino: Romano

Antonio: Spain

Jackson: My character

Hope you liked this chapter

I DON'T OWN HETALIA!

I wish I did…

Bye!

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