What He Deserves, part 4/4
anonymous
December 20 2009, 04:29:29 UTC
He stays as still as possible, hoping that England is done, and will leave them alone. Instead, England walks around the room casually, his steps loud and aggressive. His eyes are lively, searching around. And his hand reaches out, to grab trinkets. He stops at tables and shelves, taking more objects into his hands. Lovino doesn’t pay attention to what he is taking, and doesn't care. He turns away and stares at the floor mindlessly.
It’s quiet now, enough that he can ignore everything around him. Even Antonio’s shallow gasps of breath are soft enough that they aren’t distracting him. He hears those loud footsteps one more time, before they fade away. A door slams. He releases a breath he didn't know he had been holding
He remains in place, staring at the undefined spot on the floor. It isn’t until Antonio’s voice calls him softly that he lets his eyes look up at his surroundings.
“…Lovino?”
It seems like Spain is putting all of his effort into speaking his name. His voice is hoarse, and he speaks like it hurts him.
He reluctantly uncurls his body, standing up. He’d rather sit there and look away until Antonio finds the strength to get up and leave the room, but it’s selfish and mean to wish for that.
He trudges over to Antonio, wishing that he could just run away from the painful sight in front of him. Antonio’s body is covered in sweat, and blood is smeared along the base of his spine. Shredded clothing surrounds his naked body, and the blood staining the carpet catches his eye once again. He weakly grabs Antonio’s hand, pulling on it slightly to encourage him to get up. God, he’s probably doing everything wrong, he should be cleaning him or checking for injuries before trying to encourage him to move. But he doesn’t want Antonio to stay there, lying in that spot.
Antonio slowly raises his torso up. He leans against Lovino, with a barely audible gasp of pain. Lovino grabs for the knot of the rope, tightly wrapped around his wrists. He is afraid to leave Antonio, who is leaning against him so dependently. So he doesn't get up to find a knife, instead slowly undoing the unbelievably tight knot. When it finally comes undone, he pulls the rope away, tossing it to the floor.
He pulls them both up after that, and avoids looking over at Antonio, instead looking ahead and directing them to the nearest bedroom. It feels like Antonio is limping, and Lovino curses his lack of strength that keeps him from being able to simply carry Antonio.
Antonio speaks, finally. “I didn’t want you to see it,” he mumbles hoarsely. His breath is hot on Lovino’s skin. “It happens so often-to us nations-but I didn’t want you to know.”
Of course he didn’t. Lovino knows he is weak, and clumsy. And if this can happen someone as strong as Antonio, it can happen to him, at any time. He swallows a lump in his throat.
Finally, they reach the bedroom. When they reach the bed, Antonio breaks away and falls on it like a limp doll, not even bothering to crawl under the covers. His body is still sticky and sweaty, but it seems so unimportant to worry about now. Antonio’s eyes flutter closed, and although his lips are pursed and his brows are furrowed, it’s the most peaceful he’s looked.
Lovino retreats to the corner of the room. Antonio’s hand inches towards him, reaching out, but he forces himself to ignore it. The stench of sex on the other man is too strong, and it makes him want to cry and throw up. So he sits, his back against the wall, as Antonio’s breath begins to even out, and he falls asleep.
He tries to sleep, but can't manage it. He's afraid of England coming back, of Antonio being harmed again. So he clasps his hands together and tries not to cry, waiting for Antonio to wake up.
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So, this was pretty difficult for me to write, and I think it shows. There's no sexiness, and no uplifting ending (not even a hurt/comfort cuddle), so I apologize for that, and for the writing which is probably quite awkward. But let me know what you thought of it!
Re: What He Deserves, part 4/4
anonymous
December 20 2009, 07:01:48 UTC
You know, you shouldn't apologize for the nonfluff and noncomfort. It feels that there's really no hint of realism to a majority of the fills in this meme. We tend to forget. This story sorta was a quick snap out of that fantasy.
Terrifying and yet bone chillingly true. Good job anon.
Re: What He Deserves, part 4/4
anonymous
December 20 2009, 11:28:07 UTC
“It happens so often-to us nations-but I didn’t want you to know.”
Lost it. Manly tears, etc. This was exceedingly well done author!anon, the effort you put into really shows. As others have commented, it's wonderfully (and harrowingly) realistic and I really like that. Perhaps masochistically, I especially enjoyed the lack of comfort from Lovino at the end. Thank you~
Re: What He Deserves, part 4/4
anonymous
December 21 2009, 04:28:17 UTC
I loved how unrelentingly brutal this was.
And what I like best is that, as sorry as I feel for Spain, I couldn't quite believe him when he claimed he never did this to other nations - which makes the whole thing all the more disturbing.
Immortality's a bitch that way; sooner or later what goes around comes around.
B-but still, baaaaaawww Spain. Eat tomatoes and get better, bb! D:
It’s quiet now, enough that he can ignore everything around him. Even Antonio’s shallow gasps of breath are soft enough that they aren’t distracting him. He hears those loud footsteps one more time, before they fade away. A door slams. He releases a breath he didn't know he had been holding
He remains in place, staring at the undefined spot on the floor. It isn’t until Antonio’s voice calls him softly that he lets his eyes look up at his surroundings.
“…Lovino?”
It seems like Spain is putting all of his effort into speaking his name. His voice is hoarse, and he speaks like it hurts him.
He reluctantly uncurls his body, standing up. He’d rather sit there and look away until Antonio finds the strength to get up and leave the room, but it’s selfish and mean to wish for that.
He trudges over to Antonio, wishing that he could just run away from the painful sight in front of him. Antonio’s body is covered in sweat, and blood is smeared along the base of his spine. Shredded clothing surrounds his naked body, and the blood staining the carpet catches his eye once again. He weakly grabs Antonio’s hand, pulling on it slightly to encourage him to get up. God, he’s probably doing everything wrong, he should be cleaning him or checking for injuries before trying to encourage him to move. But he doesn’t want Antonio to stay there, lying in that spot.
Antonio slowly raises his torso up. He leans against Lovino, with a barely audible gasp of pain. Lovino grabs for the knot of the rope, tightly wrapped around his wrists. He is afraid to leave Antonio, who is leaning against him so dependently. So he doesn't get up to find a knife, instead slowly undoing the unbelievably tight knot. When it finally comes undone, he pulls the rope away, tossing it to the floor.
He pulls them both up after that, and avoids looking over at Antonio, instead looking ahead and directing them to the nearest bedroom. It feels like Antonio is limping, and Lovino curses his lack of strength that keeps him from being able to simply carry Antonio.
Antonio speaks, finally. “I didn’t want you to see it,” he mumbles hoarsely. His breath is hot on Lovino’s skin. “It happens so often-to us nations-but I didn’t want you to know.”
Of course he didn’t. Lovino knows he is weak, and clumsy. And if this can happen someone as strong as Antonio, it can happen to him, at any time. He swallows a lump in his throat.
Finally, they reach the bedroom. When they reach the bed, Antonio breaks away and falls on it like a limp doll, not even bothering to crawl under the covers. His body is still sticky and sweaty, but it seems so unimportant to worry about now. Antonio’s eyes flutter closed, and although his lips are pursed and his brows are furrowed, it’s the most peaceful he’s looked.
Lovino retreats to the corner of the room. Antonio’s hand inches towards him, reaching out, but he forces himself to ignore it. The stench of sex on the other man is too strong, and it makes him want to cry and throw up. So he sits, his back against the wall, as Antonio’s breath begins to even out, and he falls asleep.
He tries to sleep, but can't manage it. He's afraid of England coming back, of Antonio being harmed again. So he clasps his hands together and tries not to cry, waiting for Antonio to wake up.
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So, this was pretty difficult for me to write, and I think it shows. There's no sexiness, and no uplifting ending (not even a hurt/comfort cuddle), so I apologize for that, and for the writing which is probably quite awkward. But let me know what you thought of it!
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Shoot.
I need fluff now, stat...
No but seriously awesome.
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Terrifying and yet bone chillingly true. Good job anon.
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Lost it. Manly tears, etc.
This was exceedingly well done author!anon, the effort you put into really shows. As others have commented, it's wonderfully (and harrowingly) realistic and I really like that. Perhaps masochistically, I especially enjoyed the lack of comfort from Lovino at the end. Thank you~
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The end killed me, really, in an awesome sad way.
Love it <3
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And what I like best is that, as sorry as I feel for Spain, I couldn't quite believe him when he claimed he never did this to other nations - which makes the whole thing all the more disturbing.
Immortality's a bitch that way; sooner or later what goes around comes around.
B-but still, baaaaaawww Spain. Eat tomatoes and get better, bb! D:
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Please, where are the firsts parts of this!!?? I need to know!!!
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http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/11813.html?thread=25617701#t25617701
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