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WHO: Toni and Lovi
WHEN: Friday Morning, November 13th
WHERE: The Apartment
WHAT: Toni find out that Lovi's been involved with the mafia and feels betrayed for not being told about this sooner.
RATING: Ummmm.....I have no clue XD Nothing too bad just an angry Toni

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[italian_honour]

His face paled with every step made towards him, mind scrambling to find an escape. Back into the bedroom was futile, but so was trying to get past Antonio. And so like a deer in headlights he remained frozen, planted to the spot, too scared to even think about crying

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With those last words, Antonio felt like a knife was being stabbed in his heart. His eyes widened and he even took a slight step back. One of the clenched fists, reached up and instead grabbed his shirt.
However, instead of giving in and asking if Romano really meant that he instead covered it with his anger. His free hand reached up and he rubbed his eyes harshly in an attempt to keep himself under control. Having Lovi see him cry would help nothing.

"Than you should have trusted me. Let me help you. Let me protect you" He said, letting his fist fall again and clench once more.

"Usted me ha traicionado romano y no sé si puedo perdonarle" Antonio whispered before turning and without another word heading out of the apartment without keys, a coat or any shoes other than flip flops in the middle of November.

(Spanish: you've betrayed me Romano and I don't know if I can forgive you)

Oh god ;A; What have i done?

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Romano was speechless. For someone to know what he was dealing with...and still want to protect him from it

WHY SO SAD TONI? D:

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Antonio was heading down the hall, his hands clenched tightly at his side, when he was hit in the back of the head with his coat. He turned around just in time to see the door to the apartment shut. He rolled his eyes and clenched his jaw tighter shut before pulling the coat on quickly. He wasn't exactly thinking straight and so hadn't decided what Romano meant by the gesture

TOOONNIIII DDDD:

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Having managed to successfully avoid the Spaniard, Romano had done the only thing he could do. Taken a bottle of wine from the Pizzeria storage and found himself a hostel room. He'd always criticized his brother for drowning sorrows in alcohol, but with no one to turn to and no where to go he had few other options.
***Insert time skip here ***

A part of him considered going back to Italy, and wondered if Liberty would change at all in his absence. The pessimisstic realisation that it wouldn't prompted him to take another swig from the wine bottle and attempt to change his thought pattern.
He wasn't wanted at the apartment, he certainly didn't want to see his brother and the damn Germans, and everyone else...well...who else would tolerate him?
Maybe it would be better to just join the mafia, he thought with another drink, at least then my whole fucking life wouldn't have been wasted.Once again he found himself hating his family for involving and sacrificing him, hating the town for being so fucking ignorant and cheerful, and hating

D':

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Toni finally gave up, clicking of the TV and looking out the window. He shifted to a sitting position and set the remote beside him. His soft gaze flicked to the door and he hoped with all his might that Lovi would walk through the door. However, after about five minutes he realized this wasn't going to happen and he had to take his own action.
Without another moments hesitation he slipped on his tennis shoes and coat and locked the door behind him.

As soon as he was outside, he looked each way on the street before heading into the city. He wasn't planning on stopping until he found the Italian and made him come back so at least Toni would know he was safe. Even if he was pissed. After about an hour of searching he finally caught sight of someone who looked like his Italian.

"Lovi! Lo siento. If thats you, please answer me!" He called out, putting his hands to his mouth. He honestly didn't even care about the fact that anyone could tell that he had been crying. All that mattered was finding Romano.

Lovi is a total light-weight >>

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Dammit this is what he gets for deciding to leave the hostel. Romano squinted, someone was calling for him but it was way too early and he was way too drunk to distinguish someone so far off.
Lovi..Lo Siento... Well that sounded damn familiar..he stumbled forward, squinting again. Antonio...the damn Spaniard had come back!

Hesitantly, Romano made his way towards the figure. Mad, posessed Antonio was gone, yet it was nigh impossible that the Spaniard had simply forgotten of the day's trials. Could he have forgiven him that quickly? Romano wasn't even sure if he forgave himself.

"Antonio..." he murmured, pausing to shake off a growing migraine and wishing that he'd either stayed in the hostel or not drunk at all.
If Antonio had come to find him, did that mean he was willing to accept the mafia connection? No..he didn't want that. 23 years of experience made Romano sure he didn't want that.
He stopped defiantly, frowning and dropping his shoulder. "Go home."

Fail reply is fail ._.

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Antonio definitely had to say that he was surprised that Lovi came over to him. He was expecting to have to chase him at the very least. When Romano got closer he saw the reason why he came over without a fight in the form of an empty wine bottle in his hand. That wasn't a good sign.

"Not without you" He said, looking into the shorter man's eyes and trying to apologize that way instead. At least for now. He knew that Romano would never forgive him if he made a big scene here.
"Please. Just come back with me. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have hurt you" He said quietly, looking down and breaking eye contact. He crossed his arms over his chest before finally looking up again slowly.

Whatever >.>

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Romano swallowed, trying to fight back the tears. Dammit alcohol was a bad idea. Part of him wanted to cling to the Spaniard and apologise and just go home where it was warm and there weren't potentially lice-infested beds. The other half of him was still defiantly intent on not letting Antonio get involved.
Antonio was back, his Antonio was back, and as the tears began to fall Romano knew he wouldn't be able to hold his stance for much longer.

Reaching up to rub at his eyes in an clearly inebriated manner Romano made a feeble attempt to stop crying. "T-This isn't a game, bastard. You're going to get hurt."
He'd already seen what it could do not only on a first-hand basis, but to Feliciano as well. If preventable, Antonio shouldn't have to go through the same thing.

So adorable Lovi! <3

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Antonio closed the gap between them, wrapping his arms around Romano and honestly not caring who was watching or who saw. Because honestly if they didn't know about his interest in Romano by now than they weren't worth his time. Antonio took a deep breath and closed his eyes, pulling the smaller man to his chest

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Romano let the other embrace him, standing almost lifelessly with his head against the Spaniard's chest. Drinking aside, he was tired and cold and weak from crying, and simply content knowing that somehow, in some twist of fate, he hadn't quite lost everything yet.

Antonio exhaled and Romano felt his chest tremble, looking up to see for the first time that he hadn't been the only one crying. A slight tinge of guilt; angering and upsetting Antonio was no small feat, and he knew it had been entirely his fault. However whatever anger had possessed his friend earlier was long gone, and he knew it was safe to return to the apartment.

As the Spaniard's hand slipped into his own, Romano took it and squeezed it tightly, as if reassuring himself that he wouldn't be left alone again.

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Antonio offered a small shaky smile and brought his other hand up to his eyes to rub them gently once more. He hated letting other people see him like this and so was determined to slip the mask back into place. However, he knew it was going to be harder than usual because of just how upset he had been. He looked down at the bottle in his hand, trying to take his mind off of his emotions

DON'T WORRY KIMMY. WE'LL JOIN YOU WHEN LOVI GETS HIS DRUNK ASS HOME.

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Lovi followed him at a slow shuffling pace, which probably confirmed Antonio's remark more than anything else would. To anyone on the street he probably looked like an upset child who's just thrown a tantrum, being pulled along home by their Mother Father.
He had a headache and the world was spinning, but he knew that as long as he kept a tight hold on Antonio's hand he'd be able to make it home okay. And to bed- sleep was definitely wanted right now.

"It tasted shit anyway.."
There was no point arguing anymore, the Spaniard had made it quite clear that they were stuck together, no matter what and for god knows what reason.
Romano knew his friend couldn't bounce back to being cheerful that quickly, but for now decided to give him the benefit of the doubt. He really couldn't be bothered considering it any further than that.

Rubbing his eye to clear it of sleep Romano winced as the headache reminded him of it's existence. "Fuck I'm tired..'

THATS WHAT TONI'S HERE FOR ANYWAY <3

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Antonio frowned lightly, tilting his head lightly and looking down at his love friend. After drinking an entire bottle of wine, he was surprised that Romano could walk let alone speak coherently. He chuckled gently at Romano's comment before nodding lightly to himself.
Without hesitation, he turned to his friend and pulled his hand away gently but kept close so Romano wouldn't think he was leaving. Then he promptly scooped the Italian up into his arms and carrying him bridal style.

"Now before you complain or protest. Just think about it" Antonio said quickly, knowing that even completely smashed Romano was likely to complain and struggle.
"If I carry you, you'll get home sooner and be able to go to sleep" He said with a smile, looking gently at the male in his arms. His smile was actually a true one for once, he honestly felt at ease for the first time since he'd gotten up this morning.

CARRY ME OVER THE THRESHOLD MY DARLING~ XD

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Like a frightened animal Romano began to sqiurm as soon as his feet left the ground, preparing a 'What the fuck are you doing' (in less coherent words of course) when Antonio quickly interjected.

Antonio's geniune smile was met with a half-hearted glare, as Romano's body found little reason to stay awake anymore. The concept of being carried home in the Spaniard's arms, or of anyone seeing them meant nothing to him now. He was much too tired and without having the necessity of staying awake to walk, his eyes quickly fell closed.

And for once, whether it was because of the alcohol or the burden that had been taken off his chest that day, he actually looked perfectly at peace with himself. Anything else could wait until the morning.