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Book of War (5b/?) anonymous January 24 2010, 11:16:35 UTC
Italy pulls his hand away quick, tears already starting to gather at the corners of his eyes as he inspects the damage. Ivan tries his best to look apologetic, which he thinks he fails when the look Italy gives him is that of fright, when Ivan takes the bleeding hand onto his own.

“I'm sorry,” he says, thinking that maybe it's wrong of him to smile right now, but he's just unable to keep it from his face. Italy shivers when Ivan runs his thumb over the wound to paint his own fingers red.

“There you are,” they can hear someone say, full of spirit and cheer, making them both look at Antonio who has rounded the corner. The look in his eye doesn't stay warm and content for long, when he sees Ivan so close to his former charge, but the smile on his face doesn't falter for a second.

“What's going on?” The man's voice is like honey, sweet and flowing just right, playing along with his body that doesn't hurry at all on its way over to them. The act is just so pleasant that it doesn't fool either of them, not even Italy who shivers at those words.

But still, between Russia and Spain, there was no need to even consider which one he deemed more safe.

“Spain,” the Italian in front of him whimpers, yanking his hand away from Ivan's and rushes to meet the other halfway. This is the first time Antonio notices the bleeding hand, as Italy holds it up to him as if expecting him to make it all better.

Ivan observes Antonio's throat move in a thick swallow, meeting the other's eyes when he steals a glance of Ivan. Antonio sees the blood on his hand, if not knowing that it's Italy's, then at least assuming it is and swallows again.

“Come on,” the man says, gentle and caring as he turns to look at the Italian again, completely ignoring the Russian still staring at the two of them. “Let's go get that fixed.”

Italy nods, not sparing another look at the one who caused this, giving little care about politics, oil, gas or guns now that he felt more safe. And really, Ivan didn't mind. He didn't mind at all.

Because it was not Italy he was interested in.

“Young, Antonio?” He says instead, making the man freeze in place. Casually, he reaches his hand into his pocket, drawing it back out just as slowly as Antonio is turning to look at him.

“I can't blame you,” Ivan continues, playing with the rosary he had salvaged from the floor where Antonio had left it, Italy's blood that is still on his fingers staining the beads as he goes over them.

“I understand, Antonio.”

He's not sure how much more Antonio wants to be pushed, or if he even needs that anymore, because he's not shaking in uncontrollable anger and his eyes are not ice as he stares at Ivan. Something has changed, though. Antonio stands straighter, he reeks of confidence and an air of chilling cruelty surrounds him.

And it's all in perfect control. He wears it like it's his skin, a part of him that can't be removed no matter how much he smiles and cares and sings and laughs.

“Spain?” Italy asks from beside the man, not getting the man's undivided attention like he's used to have.

Antonio says nothing, taking a step towards Ivan instead. It sends Italy into a fit of panic as his eyes widen, his instincts understanding the seriousness of the sudden situation. “What the hell, Spain!?” Italy grabs a hold of the man's shirt in an attempt to make him stop from moving in the wrong direction. “You said you'd fix this,” only when Italy waves the hand with so much red on it does Antonio tear his gaze away from Ivan.

He takes the hand in his own, kisses it and manages a smile even if some of the blood has stained the corner of his mouth. “You can take care of it yourself,” Antonio says then, brushing those red cheeks with the tips of his fingers before turning away for good.

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Book of War (5c/?) anonymous January 24 2010, 11:33:13 UTC
“But-” Italy tries, even if he does nothing to physically stop the man this time.

“Leave, Romano,” Antonio says with a smiling voice, even though Ivan can see his expression being furthest from it. He's sure Italy wouldn't argue back if he saw that, but all the Italian sees is Antonio's back, so he opens his mouth.

“Fuck you! Don't tell me what-” He starts his rant, about to attack his former boss with both words and violence, but stops short when Spain's voice fills the empty hallways.

“Le dije que te vayas!”

It's like a god lives in his voice, strong and powerful, most eager to force its believes onto you. Ivan almost laughs, thinking it was no wonder Antonio was so good at what he did, with his axe in hand and voice like thunder.

Italy is silent, he doesn't even sob when he looks at Antonio, understanding filling his eyes the more steps the man takes away from him. It's like the ending of a really bad play, and all of them feel oddly calm despite the unexpected outcome.

Finally, Antonio reaches Ivan, but he doesn't stop walking, doesn't even look at Ivan as he walks past him further down the hallway. Ivan can only take it as a sign for him to follow, and so he does, but not before giving a one last smile for the sake of politics, throwing the rosary he had taken time to put back together at Italy.

The nation does nothing to catch it, and it lands on the ground beside his feet. Ivan says nothing, when he turns around to follow Antonio down the hall.

And when the two older nations are out of sight, Italy will fall on his knees, reach for the rosary and whisper something that resembles a prayer. He will run his fingers over the beads and stop because Ivan didn't even attempt to get them on their rightful place while fixing what Antonio had broken. The prayer won't be finished, and the rosary won't be fixed, finding its place inside Italy's pocket instead, remaining there the rest of forever, stained in blood and out of order.

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Phew. Playing with Antonio is so much fun~ I hope you guys still find this likable. I'm kind of unsure about this drama thing, along with how Catholicism and rosaries and such are supposed to work. *Pagan anon is pagan*
But next! More crazy!Spain *swoon*

Also,
Le dije que te vayas = I told you to go

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Re: Book of War (5c/?) anonymous January 24 2010, 12:04:11 UTC
OHMIGAD THIS
Firstly: UPDATED YAY!!!
Secondly: I need you to continue like crazy!

The atmosphere here is really dangerous! *_*
Well written mindfuck is something I love so much. This fic is totally a treasure <3

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Re: Book of War (5c/?) anonymous January 24 2010, 14:20:16 UTC
Oh, it's on now! :D

I freakin love the way you write Spain. Most people make him out to be completely oblivious (which I really have no trouble with because it's adorable) while here, he's only pretending to be. Ah, so awesome!

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Re: Book of War (5c/?) anonymous January 24 2010, 14:41:20 UTC
Oh an update! I'm so happy, I've been waiting for this! YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Re: Book of War (5c/?) anonymous January 24 2010, 14:55:31 UTC
Small correction: "Le dije que te vayas" should be "Te dije que te vayas"

Nice fill! ♥

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Re: Book of War (5c/?) anonymous January 24 2010, 18:37:31 UTC
Ah, somehow I had a feeling that google translate would fail me. xD It's such a shame that I can't fix the mistakes :/

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Re: Book of War (5c/?) anonymous January 24 2010, 18:07:11 UTC
Don't worry about the rosary thing, you nailed it, just like you did with everything else in this fic. Good job anon, I can't wait for the rest!

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Re: Book of War (5c/?) anonymous January 24 2010, 18:20:51 UTC
SO. HOT *nosebleeds all over*
God, crazy!Spain is incredibly sexy, and masochistic!Russia is such a gloriously hot bastardXD. The mind games being played here are absolutely breathtaking...and all that play over poor innocent South Italy and blood...god.
Favourite moment was when Spain's old Boss voice reappeared, even if the corrections of above reviewer are true ^^

'when gullible'. poor, poor Romano

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Re: Book of War (5c/?) anonymous January 26 2010, 13:25:05 UTC
This is one of my favourite fics in the kink meme! Is so fucked up and amazing and...argggghhhh words fail me. I read some of the translated notes of Himaruya about the characters and he does say that Spain has another side to him, just like Russia. Well, it was kind of obvious cause he couldn't have been the most powerful country of the world at the time with cheery smiles all like "hello, I'm oblivious to everything! But it was good to see that is canon! Then I came back to read this fic again!8D

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