Here's the update. Hope y'all enjoy it. I hope I can post again next weekend, but if I don't then it probably won't be for another week. Just letting y'all know. Anyway, I don't own Hetalia or Supernatural and never will. Enjoy this chapter.
"Wake up, idiota!" Lovino yelled at the man in his backseat. When he didn't move, the younger man hit him on the head. He woke up after that, looking around quite confused by his surroundings. Lovino rolled his eyes. "Come on, stupido. Help me move our equipment into the motel. I want to get this done with before it get dark again."
Lovino walked away from where he was standing by the back door and around to his trunk. He shook his head at the Spaniard as he sleepily crawled from the backseat. He opened the trunk, glancing up at the darkening sky.
"How long was I out for?" Antonio asked as he came to stand beside Lovino.
"A few hours." he answered as he handed him a box with all his research books. He placed their room key on top of the box. "We're room fifty. Take those up there."
"Okay, Lovi." he said, walking off without a question.
"That's not my name!" Lovino shouted after him. He sighed, picking up another box and stuffing everything else they might need into it, including a silver blade, salt, and a few guns.
Then, he followed the older man up the small outside staircase to the second story of the motel building and to the door of their room. Antonio opened the door for his companion and let him in first. Lovino dumped their stuff on the first table he saw and looked around the small space. Two twin beds with a bedside table between them. A door to the left that probably led to the bathroom. A mirror on the right wall by the door.
Antonio set the books down beside Lovino's box. Then he set down his travel bag he'd grabbed from the backseat. He looked across at Lovino with a worried expression.
"Hey, Lovi… Maybe you should get some sleep. You look exhausted."
"That's not my name." he protested halfheartedly. Then with a yawn, he grabbed his small bag out of the box on the table and walked toward the bathroom. "I'm taking a shower first."
He shut and locked the bathroom door behind him with a sigh. He dumped the contents of the bag out on the counter in front of him. He shuffled through the bottles until he found shampoo and then a bar of soap and went to put them in the shower. Then he walked back over to start putting all the useless stuff back in the bag. His clothes for tomorrow. Bottle of Advil. A small knife. Sleep aids. His grandfather's leather bracelet.
He packed everything up before starting to undress. As he was dropping his shirt, his eyes rose to the mirror over the counter. Instead of seeing his familiar face, he saw his brother staring back at him. Surprised, he jumped back, banging into the wall behind him loudly. He clamped his mouth shut before he could scream. However, as he looked harder at the image, he realized it was just himself staring back at him.
"Lovi!" he heard from the other side of the door as the owner of the voice tried to open the door. "Lovi! Are you alright? What happened?"
He sighed. "That's not my name. And I'm fine, Antonio. I just fell. Don't worry about it."
"Okay… If you're sure…"
Lovino listened to his footsteps back away from the door. Then, he slumped down against the counter a few tears coming to his eyes. He managed to hold back a sob as he forced himself to undress completely and get in the shower. He turned on the water to its highest setting before he let loose and cried.
He had been seeing his brother places for the past few weeks since his death. He knew the reason was because he hadn't been sleeping and he was hallucinating, but every time he saw his image it hurt all over again. He calmed himself down before finishing with his shower and getting dried and redressed. Then, he walked out to the main area of the motel room.
Antonio was already asleep, occupying the bed Lovino had planned to claim later. He sighed and walked around to the other side to lay down. He flipped off the lamp on the table plunging the room into darkness. The sun had set outside and there was no moon to shed light through the small windows. Lovino threw the thin blankets over himself and laid his head down on the hard, motel pillow.
His eyes slowly slid closed, and the darkness enveloped him completely. He swiftly fell asleep as he was already exhausted from the long day. In his mind, he was dragged back to the scene of his brother's death. He watched helplessly as his brother hung in midair. The witch screamed threats at them. And finally, heard the terrible cracking of his brother's spine as he fell lifeless to the floor. Lovino woke up screaming before he even was aware enough to stop it.
Antonio was on his feet in an instant, awoken by the sound. As he came to his senses, he stumbled over and fell to his knees beside Lovino's bed. He reached out gently cupping the younger's face in each of his hands, effectively catching his attention and quieting the screams. Lovino stared down at him, tears in his hazel eyes before they spilled over.
"Lovi, what's wrong? What is it?" Antonio asked, worry seeping through in his words.
"Nothing!" the younger shouted, suddenly pushing him away. "Get away from me! I'm fine!"
"Lovi…" Antonio protested, falling back when he shoved him.
"That's not my name!" Lovino screeched before choking down a sob. He stood up and quickly ran around the man on the floor and locked himself in the bathroom.
Lovino pressed his back against the wooden door and slid to the floor, still crying. He heard Antonio gently knocking on the other side, asking him to come out and talk. Lovino ignored him and pulled his knees up to his chest, resting his forehead on them. He fell asleep again, staying in the same position until the next morning.
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