WARNING/S: Mentions of child abuse (And maybe some very minor gore?)
The day was just like any other. Andrés had done something to make Señor Rome mad again, the older man had beaten him bloody and the boy had fled. Curling up behind the bull pen in the stables, the young nation had then cried to his heart's content. He always waited until he was alone before doing so, the fear of others perceiving him as a weak and useless nation compelling him to do so. It wasn't like anyone ever went near the fat, lazy bull in the first place… Unfortunately for him though, Antonio had recently caught sight of the sad old bull and had decided on bringing it some sweets. He wasn't even sure if bulls liked sweets, but he figured it was worth a try! Approaching the bull Antonio heard crying, and quickly hurried over to make sure everything was alright. Looking passed the bull and to the narrow space between the pen and the wall, he saw the other boy sobbing into the rags he called clothes. Andrés was covered in bruises and blood was smeared nearly everywhere across his frail body.
"Hey, are you okay...?" Asked the 1p Spaniard, his brow furrowing in worry and concern for the smaller boy.
Andrés peered up at the other Spaniard through his long and tangled brown-black hair, his deep brown eyes filled with horror and fear. One of them encased by a black eye from his earlier encounter with Rome.
"I-I'm fine, damn it! J-Just go the hell away!" Snapped the 2p, burying his face in his arms in an attempt to hide the shame of his physical state.
Antonio only frowned deeper, climbing into the bull pen and over the other side to crouch in front of the shaking young nation, before taking the other's hands gently in his own. Andrés again looked up, this time blushing a vivid shade of crimson. But before he could even open his mouth to say something, the larger boy had already leaned across to place a kiss over his black eye.
"W-Why the hell did you d-do that…?!" The smaller practically squeaked.
Antonio just grinned widely.
"Well, my Mom always said that if you kiss something better the pain will go away!" He explained.
"Does it still hurt now…?" The 1p asked, still oblivious to the fact that the other boy obviously wanted to be alone.
Andrés scowled, his blush quite dark by now.
"N-No, b-but…-!" Glaring at his 1p self, the 2p then punched him and got up to leave.
"Y-You're such a weirdo!"
And then he left, flustered and enraged as he tried to calm his now rapid heartbeat.