Welcome To Hell Ch.4

disclaimer: hetalia. not mine. ever.

Welcome To Hell

Chapter Four: Box of Memories


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Romano's POV:

Romano groans as Feliciano and Marcello lead the others inside. "This is just such a bad idea…" "Damn right it is!" Matthew teases and Romano sighs. "I hate my life…" The Italian mumbles before Matthew grabs his arm and follows the bad touch trio inside. The bad touch trio. In his house. Going through his stuff. Granted, he doesn't know why they are called that (he has a pretty good guess on Francis' part, though), but he does know they are people he doesn't want near his house. Ever.

Romano leads them into his room. "Wooww. You guys have a LOT of stuff!" Gilbert exclaims and Romano rolls his eyes. "This is my room, idiot. It's only my stuff." He looks over to Antonio, seeing him eying a box full of photos. "Don't touch that, Antonio!" Antonio pouts. "B-but-!" "NO." Romano says firmly before looking for Francis, finding him looking through his clothes. Well, boxers to be precise. "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?" Romano fumes and Francis laughs nervously.

"D-DON'T GO THROUGH ROMANO'S CLOTHES!" Antonio whines and Francis smirks at him. "But who wouldn't want to see…these?" The blonde lifts up a pair of green boxers with smiling tomatoes on them and Antonio goes bright red. "S-so cute…" He murmurs and Romano tackles Francis, punching him in the face. "DON'T TOUCH MY BOXERS YOU CREEP!" Francis smirks and reaches up, bringing the boxers now in Romano's hands up to his lips, kissing the crotch. "But I just wish to be close to Romano~!"

Romano twitches, face bright red, and presses the boxers over Francis' face to smother him. "YOU WANT TO BE CLOSE TO THEM? IS THIS CLOSE ENOUGH FOR YOU?" Matthew comes over and pulls Romano off of Francis. "Now, now…murder is illegal, Romano." Romano seethes in Matthew's arms. "You're on bed duty, Francis." The Italian hisses and Francis lights up. "Ohohoho~! Of course!" "NO! WAIT! NOT THE BED!" Romano yells before giving up, it is the safest place to put the French pervert after all. "Let's just get this over with…"

The Italian quickly goes to his clothes, Gilbert begins putting boxes Romano doesn't want opened in the closet, Antonio begins to get out mementos, Francis wrestles with the bed, and Matthew stacks his books. "I can't believe these people are doing this…" Romano murmurs under his breath and Antonio smiles at him from his spot beside the boy. "We are all friends now! Friends help each other out~!" The Spaniard pats him on the head and Romano blushes. "I-I...know that…"

Antonio's eyes widen. "That's right! Guys! Guys! Guess what!" Everyone looks over, including Romano, confused. "What…?" "Before he came here, Romano never had any-!" Romano tackles Antonio, clasping his hands over the older teen's mouth. "SHUT! UP! NOW!" The Italian gulps nervously as he feels Antonio's lips curve into a smirk under his hands. "D-don't you dare…" Romano warns before a warm tongue slowly runs up the length of his hand. "GAH! SICK! YOU'RE FUCKING GROSS, ANTONIO!" Antonio locks eyes with Romano and licks his lips, smirk still apparent. "Delicioso."

The Italian's heart speeds up and his face goes bright red. "D-d-d-don't be creepy!" Antonio laughs a little and rests a hand on Romano's shoulder. "I'm not the one straddling someone, Romano." Romano lets out an indignant squeak and jumps off. "I-IDIOT!" He goes back to putting clothes away in his dresser, ignoring Antonio's chuckles.


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Antonio's POV:

Antonio smiles, laughing a little as Romano hastily goes back to packing up his dresser. Teasing Romano is too much fun, he must make a mental note to do it more often. Chuckling to himself, he reaches down into the large box and pulls out a picture of Romano, his brothers, their father, and what Antonio assumes is their mother. "Oi, Romano you're mom is really pretty~!" Romano tenses up before staring down sadly. "Huh…? Romano…?" Antonio reaches out to the boy, who slaps his hand away and grabs the picture, tossing it into the garbage. "I don't want that! Anything you see with her in it just throw away! I hate her!"

Everyone looks at the now seething Romano confused. "Why…do you hate her, Romano?" Matthew asks and Romano looks away. "N-never mind…just…anything you find with her on it, throw it away Antonio." Antonio frowns at Romano. "Alright…Romano." He murmurs, not wanting to press the boy for anything the teen doesn't want to share.

Soon they are all done and Romano's room is completely set up. "Yay~! Your room is so cute, Romano~!" Antonio coos and Romano glares at him. "Fuck off." "Um…Romano…" Gilbert mumbles and the Italian looks over at him. "Hm?" The albino rises up a stuffed tomato with a bright smile on its face. "What…is this..?" Romano's face goes a red to match the tomato plushy and he grabs it, shoving it under his blanket. "N-NOTHING! IT'S NOTHING!" Antonio stares at the boy, in awe of just how cute Romano can really be. "You are…Romano, you're…" He pulls the Italian into a hug. "SOOO CUUUUUUTE~!" Romano pales and elbows him in the gut, making him let go and grab his stomach in agony. Damn that kid could dish out the pain. "DON'T TOUCH ME YOU PERVERT!"

Antonio frowns and goes to say something when Romulus calls them all. "BOOYYYSSSS~! DINNER IS DONE~!" Gilbert and Antonio dart down the stairs, followed by the others. He has only eaten Romano's house once before, but the food Romulus made was absolutely fantastic! He could open a restaurant! Romulus hands them all a plate of his lasagna and Antonio takes a bite. "Amazing! Romulus, sir! You should open a restaurant!"

The man's eyes light up. "Antonio~! You're so cute~!" Antonio goes to say something when he hears an audible growl from Romano. "He's not cute. And papa isn't opening a restaurant…" Romano mumbles and Antonio smiles at Romulus. "That'd be great, though!" Romulus nods. "Yes~! I could have Romano helping me out in the kitchen and little Feli and Marcello be waiters~!" Antonio smiles, the thought of Romano in a chef hat and apron coming to mind. "So cuute~!" He coos and Romano cringes. "J-just what are you thinking about!" Antonio grins. "Romano in a chef outfit~!" Romano blushes and pushes the teen sitting next to him. "Well cut it out!"

Antonio sees the flustered look on Romano's face and decides to keep teasing him. "Fusososo~! Make me, Romano~!" "CUT IT OOUUUT~!" Romano whines and Antonio continues to laugh. "Fusosososo! A beautiful red trim on the hat and apron would be nice~!" The Spaniard teases and Romano punches his shoulder. "C-cut it out!" "Ohhh with a cute little tomato on the front of the apron that looks like your adorable little plushy~!" Antonio coos and Romano continues to hit him as Romulus writes these ideas down. "STOP IT~!" Romano whines as everyone else watches in amusement.

"Perhaps there should be nothing on under the apron~!" Francis coos, earning a strange look from Antonio and Romano. "That's unsanitary." Antonio points out and Romano nods, looking disgusted. "We would lose customers like that. And it's never good to cook naked." Francis looks at the two of them confused and Matthew laughs. "This is what happens when you try to get involved in other people's flirting, Francis!" Romano and Antonio blush and look away awkwardly. He wasn't flirting with Romano, simply teasing! Romano is really cute when he's being teased. Really, really cute…BUT THAT DOESN'T MEAN ANYTHING!


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Romano POV:

Romano stares at his food embarrassed. He wasn't flirting with Antonio! The idiot embarrassed him! He was simply fighting with him! Damnit! Romano sits in awkward silence next to Antonio for the rest of dinner as everyone else talks. When dinner is done Feliciano and Marcello head upstairs, Romulus heads into the living room, and Romano and everyone else heads outside. "Well…my family is going to freak if I don't get home soon…anyone need a ride?" Matthew asks and Gilbert nods. "Yeah, I do. My little brother has had a larger stick up his ass than normal and is getting extremely preachy about curfew." The Canadian laughs. "A curfew is good on a school night, Gilbert." Gilbert blushes. "C-call me Gil…and I guess…you're right…"

Francis and Antonio share winks and nudges as Gilbert and Matthew leave. "Ohohoho~! Did you see that~?" "Fusososo~! I sooo did!" Antonio coos and Romano rolls his eyes. Creepy laughs for creepy guys. Gilbert also has a creepy laugh. Maybe instead of the bad touch trio they should be the creepy laugh trio. Romano twitches and slaps himself. Lame. "EHH? Romano why did you slap yourself?" Antonio whines, grabbing the boy's face. "Wh-what? DON'T TOUCH ME!" Romano yells, pushing Antonio's hands away. "I thought something lame. It deserved a slap. Now go home!"

Francis laughs again. "Ohohoho~! I'll be going home then~! I have a date soon anyways." Romano and Antonio look at him unconvinced. "Date, huh?" They ask in unison and Francis laughs again. "Sex is a date, too!" "NO IT ISN'T!" The other two yell before Francis heads off. "Your friend is a man whore." Romano points out and Antonio sighs sadly. "I know…" They both stand there in silence for a moment before Romano looks at Antonio confused. "Aren't you going home, too?"

Antonio smiles sadly. "I don't really have anything to go home to…I'd much rather stay here with you for a while longer…" Romano blushes and looks away. That damn look he has! It's like a kicked puppy! How can he say no to a kicked fucking puppy? "Fine. Fine! Come on, we'll go…" Antonio grabs Romano's hand, effectively silencing the boy. "Let's go on the roof!" Romano pales and his hand instinctively squeezes Antonio's. "Th-th-the…roof…?" Antonio frowns. "Are you afraid of heights…?" The Italian twitches. "NO! OF COURSE NOT! But our roof isn't for sitting on…I...my room…has a balcony…" Romano mumbles and Antonio looks around the front of the house confused. "I see no balcony. I didn't see one in your room, either." The smaller teen rolls his eyes. "My room is in the back! Come on!"

He drags the Spaniard to his room and moves the curtain, revealing a small balcony underneath the window. "This is kinda small…" Antonio murmurs and Romano glares at him. "It has guard rails. Where as a roof does not. And there's enough room for the two of us to fit." Romano points out and climbs out onto it, followed by Antonio. "I feel so honored~! Getting to hang out with you when everyone else leaves!" Antonio coos and Romano looks away annoyed. "Only because I feel bad for you!"

Romano quickly blushes and inwardly kicks himself for saying that. "Y-you feel bad for me…" Antonio asks before softly smiling at Romano. "There's no need to feel bad for me, Romano. I don't mind not living with my parents." Romano looks at him shocked. "Y-you don't live with your parents?" Antonio laughs. "No, but Francis doesn't either. Both of our parents fund us living on our own. I wanted to come to America while my parents didn't want to leave Spain. So we did this!" Romano frowns. "Don't you get lonely…?" Antonio looks at him surprised. "…Romano…is it…? Could it be that…?" The older teen's face goes bright red and Romano cringes. "Y-YOU'RE WORRIED ABOUT MEEEE~?" Antonio coos and pulls Romano into a tight hug.

"I-I'M NOT WORRIED ABOUT YOU! LET! ME! GOOOO! LET ME GO YOU FUCKING CREEP!" Romano yells, pushing at Antonio to get him off and miserably failing. "D-DAMNIT!" "You're so cuuuuute~!" Antonio coos and Romano groans, reluctantly relaxing into the hug. "You're parents…both still talk to you, right?" Romano mumbles and Antonio smiles at him. "Yes they do. Are you and your mom talking?" Antonio asks innocently and Romano stiffens up in his arms. "I...w-well…that is…"

Antonio's POV:

Romano bites his lower lip and Antonio instantly regrets asking. "Y-you don't have to tell me, Romano. We're friends! You can tell me later!" The Spaniard says hastily and feels Romano relax in his arms a little. "W-would you…let go now?" Romano asks annoyed and Antonio smiles down at him. "Nope~! You're so warm, Romano~!" He coos and rubs his cheek against the top of Romano's head. "Y-YOU ARE WAY TO FUCKING TOUCHY!" Romano hisses and Antonio chuckles. "Why do you think I'm part of the Bad Touch Trio~? I love to hug people~!"

The Italian in his arms tenses up again. "Th-then go hug someone else!" Antonio pouts. "But I want to hug Romano!" The Spaniard notices the awkward look on Romano's face and looks at him confused. "You don't…get hugged a lot…?" Romano fidgets in his arms, trying to get loose again and Antonio just tightens his grip. He's getting kinda cold and he likes hugging Romano. Mostly the cold, though. Really. "I-I have only really been hugged by my brothers and dad, if you must know…" A quiet voice murmurs from in front of Antonio, snapping him out of his thoughts. "Awww~! But you're so cute~! Who could resist hugging-? Oh right…you had no friends before here…" Romano twitches and elbows him. "WOULD YOU QUIT SAYING THAT? I HAD FRIENDS, DAMNIT!"

Antonio winces and frowns at Romano. It's not like him not having friends in Italy is the worst thing in the world. Besides, it means Antonio was his VERY first friend, which makes the Spaniard feel special. "I like that you had no friends before~! I get to show you the ropes and such! Like a mentor~!" "You couldn't mentor anyone in anything. Mentors need a brain." Romano says dully and Antonio sighs. "So mean, Romano…but I forgive you~! Because that's what friends do~!" The Italian shifts a little in his arms and stares at the sky.

"Your parents…were sad when you left, right? I mean…do they have scheduled times to come visit at least? Or have you come visit?" Romano murmurs and Antonio smiles down at him. "Yes, we will see each other every few months…what about your mom?" He asks, aware that the boy wants to talk about it now. "I...well…that is…we haven't talked to her since we left. She finally had enough of dad's cheating and decided to divorce him. After that she left our house and moved in with her parents. She never called, never asked who we wanted to live with. In court, which I drove my father to because he was upset, I peeked in and heard her saying she didn't want custody. That we would only remind her of dad…" Romano says quickly and Antonio feels something wet falling onto his arms.

"Oh Romano…don't cry." Antonio murmurs as he turns the boy to face him. "I-I'm not fucking crying!" Romano hisses and hides his face in Antonio's chest. The Spaniard smiles to himself; Romano told HIM, not Matthew, HIM. This means HE'S Romano's best friend. No matter what Romano says. "It's not that she doesn't love you, Romano. She's just hurting right now. Everyone deals with grief differently. Give her time and she'll come back to see you boys, or at least call you." Antonio says calmly, rubbing the boy's back.

After a few minutes Romano calms down and Antonio hears deep, even breathing from the boy. He fell asleep, how cute. "Thank you, Romano, for being so open with me." Antonio says and Romano murmurs something against his chest in his sleep. "You're so cute, Romano…" He mumbles to himself and leans in to kiss the boy on the top of his head until he realizes what he's doing and jumps to his feet in shock, causing Romano's head to hit the floor and wake the boy up.

"WHAT THE FUCK, BASTARD?" Romano yells and Antonio looks at him flustered, his face bright red. "I-I'm sorry! I-! I-! Um...it's getting late! I should go home so you can, you know, go to sleep! W-we have school tomorrow after all!" Antonio says, laughing nervously before jumping into the room followed by a confused, and slightly sluggish, Romano. "Hm…ok…bye…" Romano mumbles and Antonio smiles at him; he's so cute. No, wait! He can't think that! "I-I have to go!" Antonio yells and runs out of the house, his face bright red and heart racing. "Wh-what's wrong with me?"


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a/n: DUNNN DUNN DUNNNN!*shot* I feel so bad...someone in Romano's family always seems to be a jerk...his father in one, his uncle in another, his mother in this...poor kid is gonna have a ffamily complex...;A; IM SOORY ROMANOOOO~! Also, i dont think i'm going to have Antonio call him Lovi in this. Some people said they don't like the whole 'middle name is lovino and therefore antonio call him lovi' thing...so...idk. IT feels weird without him calling romano by lovi, though...what do you think i should do...? *silence*...right...