Whoa a lot of people actually like this thank you guys so much for all the reviews! Also I am sO incredibly sorry it's been more than a year since I've updated I've been so busy and my computer hasn't been working so I apologize!
Rchan I would really like to get in contact with you but it won't let me reply to your review since you aren't signed in so private message me and we can talk! I'm so sorry about all you've gone through, trust me when I tell you I know exactly how that feels, your brother seems wonderful though, you're lucky to have him! I'm proud of you for getting better; you have to be strong to do that! And I haven't actually done any research, but once we talk in private I'll tell you everything about that, I would rather not talk about my personal life on here so I'll just tell you then!
Also I've started a new thing! Things typed like this (…) are thoughts and things typed like this ((…)) are translations! I'm using google translate for it so I'm sorry if I get anything wrong I only know a little Spanish ;w;
Anyway thanks for all the reviews guys! Now onward with the story!
Again I do not own Hetalia or any of the characters.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~Lovino's POV~ ~ ~ ~ ~
It's been a few weeks since then. Toni doesn't hang out with his friends as much and he's almost always in the room with me. The only time he's not is when I'm taking a shower or using the bathroom. He even sleeps in my room with me, sometimes in bed with me and sometimes on the floor. I can't help but think that he knows…
It's so obvious.
He has to know, how could he not?
I never leave my room, not even to eat (which honestly I can't remember the last time I ate something and I didn't throw up afterwards). Antonio brings me food and I eat it yeah, but some fifteen minutes later I'm in the bathroom throwing up (and I swear I've gotten so good at hiding it I don't make any noise).
There's something in the way he looks at me I KNOW that he knows.
I didn't used to sleep with pants on (I slept in my boxers).
I can't find any pencils or pens or markers there's NOTHING. I don't know what to do…
Antonio is almost always home… and I can't say that I hate it because I don't but… the way he looks at me… its far from what I wanted it to be. It's not love. It's not even close. It's…
It's pity.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~Antonio's POV~ ~ ~ ~ ~
I'm so worried about him. I know he hasn't been harming himself anymore, I haven't seen any cuts or bruises or anything but I've taken some extra precautions. But… he's gotten so skinny… when he lets me sleep in his bed we spoon (sometimes) and… all I feel are bones. His hips and ribs… I don't know what to do… I've stood by the door when he goes to the bathroom (I may be paranoid) and I never hear anything… when he comes out his face isn't red and his eyes aren't watery. There's nothing to point out that he was throwing up so if I was to bring it up I'd have no proof and he's only get angry at me…
Ay dios mio…((Oh my god)) I don't know what to do…
I should take him to the doctor… just like a yearly checkup thing, there's no harm in that right? He won't get angry with me, right? I'm just being protective I don't want anything to be wrong with him… I mean there's nothing wrong with him! I don't mean it like that! I'm just worried about mi pequeño tomate… ((my little tomato))
There's nothing wrong… pero tal vez debería decir a Feliciano por si acaso… ((but maybe I should tell Feliciano just in case...)) No! I can't! I promised I wouldn't and I will NOT break a promise to him.
I'll just keep a closer eye on him.
Yeah… everything's going to be okay…
I'll take care of him…
Sorry this was so short! I'll make up for it I promise! And I'll update soon instead of in a year!
I'm actually going to probably have another chapter posted by tomorrow to make up for this being so short!
Reviews help motivate me! 3