Chapter 8

You know what time it is, Spain?

Spain: Adventure time?

No, QUESTION TIME!

Spain: oh god no

The same awesome person, TarrelYoukai, asked you two questions

Spain: …

Okay, question number one:

Spain, would you refrain from calling Lovino Lovi?

Spain: hey, that's a cute nickname! Why didn't you tell me that before, Lovi

Lovino: DON'T FUCKEN CALL ME THAT, YOU BASTARDO!

Spain: okay then….Lovi

Lovino: *bitchslaps Spain*

Me: I don't think he'll call him Lovi again

Spain: I will…

Question two

Would you try not to hug him for a full day if Lovino promised to give you a hug at the end of the 24 hours?

Spain: hm… *looks at Lovino*

Lovino: *Looks at Spain*

Spain: yes, I guess so

Lovino: Stay away from me bastardo *blushes*

Me: oh he won't be in this chapter, in fact, he might be extremely and disturbingly close *rape face insert*

Lovino: what do you mean by that?

Me: oh you'll see, you'll see really soon

Enjoy

Lovino sat there silent. Something in him grew numb and he wasn't able to move. He guessed that Antonio could feel the tension as his green eyes looked away. Everything seemed to make sense of that day. Antonio sighed; He could feel his regret, but it didn't seem to have anything to do with his past. The whole entire time Antonio avoided Lovino's eyes. Lovino's eyes followed Toni as he left towards his kitchen. He soon came back with white bottle in his hands. He sat in the coffee table in front of Lovino still avoiding his gaze. He took Lovino's wrist that made him stiffen. Pretty much the only reason why he didn't pull back was because he was afraid it would hurt him. Toni examined his wrist noticing red marks on his skin from the rope he was tied with. He sighed and opened the bottle rubbing its cream gently on the teenager's wrist. The feeling was soothing and calming. Lovino could feel he blushed and immediately started to hate himself.

He was grateful that the Spaniard avoided his gaze all of the sudden. Gently, he reached for the other wrist that was also carelessly tied. He repeated the procedure. Lovino hesitantly softened himself making Antonio feel a bit less like a monster. Just a bit. When the Spaniard lifted his gaze he looked amused and confused.

"Are you blushing?"

"N-No."

The Spanish man started to laugh a laugh that Lovino was sure was going to haunt him for the rest of his life. The good type of haunting, though.

"W-What are you laughing at, bastard?"

"I-It's just that-"

He continued laughing,

"-you look just like a tomato."

"I-I do not!"

"You do."

"I don't!"

"You don't like tomatoes?"

"It's not that, it's just that…I'M NOT A FREAKEN FRUIT!"

"First, it's a vegetable, and I never said you were, I said you looked like one."

He made a noise to signal that he was annoyed. Antonio chuckled and brushed his hand on his cheek. They both froze and stiffened. What was a comfortable atmosphere soon turned into an awkward and frozen silence. Lovino's eyes widened and Antonio quickly looked at the floor. He awkwardly tried to move his hand away but Lovino quickly took his hand and placed it back where it was on his cheek desperately trying to take back that warming sensation. Antonio looked deep into Lovino's brown eyes. They stood like that for a couple of minutes barely realizing what they truly felt and finally able to disentangle all of the mixed up emotions. They both felt the same thing, the rest was suddenly meaningless. There was no world out of those walls; those walls were their world. No one could interrupt anything, they were alone no one else. Antonio scooted all the way to the edge of the table and Lovino of the couch.

Their knees touched as they both leaned in. Everything turned surreal. Fantasies turned into reality and reality faded into fantasy as the factors merged together. Lovino was pulled in as he sat on Antonio's lap with his body in between his knees. Lovino's hands explored Toni's shoulders thoroughly. Toni's hands held the Italian by the waist making sure he won't fall. No teachers, no students, no schools, no nothing was existent now. Lovino bit his lip anxiously as Antonio started adjusting himself with the surreal feeling of everything. They both grew sick of the distance as their lips joined together. Antonio's emerald eyes closed as Lovino's copied Antonio's. Their tongues teased each other inside their mouths, playing and pinning each other down. Lovino seemed to rub his body against Antonio's chest. Toni's hands scratched Lovino's hoodie. Everything faded away leaving nothing behind but…

A rough sound of something vibrating against the wooden coffee table made them both realize what they were doing making Lovino push himself away from his teacher and Antonio stand and move away from him. They both started breathing realizing they hadn't taken a breath at all. Antonio ignored the vibrating phone as Lovino picked up his backpack from the floor and leave the room. He ran back home not caring what his grandfather would say when he saw him. Antonio grew angry at himself. Anger got to him and punched the wall so hard that his hand penetrated the wall. He got a vase and threw it across the room. His knees buckled and he fell crying to himself

Lovino got home and opened the door. His brother was in the couch crying as his grandfather trying to comfort him. He grew sick of this room pretty quickly. His grandfather stood up furious.

"Where the hell have you been, Lovino? Do you know how much me, your brother and your parents been worrying over you-?"

"Did they? Did they really worry?"

His grandfather seemed confused as Lovino laughed sourly rubbing the bridge of his nose with his thumb and index finger.

"Because that wasn't the thing my father told me before he left to his 6 month business' trip with mom. You know what he told me? He told me that he hoped that when he came back I would be more like Feli. Just like everyone else had always been wishing I never existed. For all I know, if I'm not my fucken brother, he would rather have me dead on a hole."

He ran off ignoring their yells barely able to lock the door. He silently went to bed crying himself to sleep

A/N

Spain: …

Romano: …

Me: so… Now you got what I meant by 'close' Lovi

Romano: Don't call me that

Well, that ends this chapter, keep the questions for Spain coming, the most disturbing are the most welcomed. Remember, if Spain can't answer by how disturbing it is, I will write you a story how you want me to write it.

Romano:…

Spain: …

Hey look I shut them both up!*happy dance*

Feliciano: Italy

Lovino: Romano

Antonio: Spain

Grandfather: Rome

Reviews: welcomed

Adiós my loved readers

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