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Title: Promises
Summary: Lovino is gone, Spain turns to Feliciano for concilation.
Characters: N. Italy, S. Italy, Germany, Austria, Spain and mentions of Prussia and hungary
Pairings: S. Italy/Spain, N.Italy/Germany/Austria, implied Prussia/Hungary
Rating: PG-PG13 for language
Genre:PURE AND TOTAL CRACK with some angst
Author's note: I posted the first three chapters of this a looooong time ago under a different name, if you read it you'll recognize it....i hope.

 

Chapter five

Lovino opened his eyes, disoriented. Another dream, this time was worse. The Italian was hunted by the nightmares…and now they filled with images of Antonio and Feliciano together, ingnoring his cries for help. They were too wrapped up in each other…

Damn it! Why did things have to be like this?! Feliciano…Antonio…

“You bastard!” he cursed as his eyes began to sting. He hated the tears that rolled down his cheeks. He hated the chains that kept him from escaping. He hated the way he could barely breathe through his sobs. Most of all he hated Antonio, the only person who hadn’t chosen his brother over him. Why did I believe I could last? Lovino thought It was always too good to be true. Why did you even bother? It would have been easier if you had just left me when I was young. Before…

Before…

“Before I loved you, damn it,” Lovino finally voiced his confession. But it did nothing to ease the pain when the only things to hear it were the prison walls. The words bounced off the stone and echoed back to him, “loved you, loved you, loved you…”

CRASH!

Lovino closed his eyes assuming the worst, Ivan was coming. Everything was about to start looking a whole lot worse…

But wait! There were lots of strange sounds coming from upstairs, shouts and…were those gunshots? Lovino would swear that he could hear the unearthly screams of the Russian…but that was impossible. Ivan was impenetrable! There were footsteps running down the stairs, and the smell of some thing strange…hamburgers?

Lovino realized what was happening just as Alfred burst in. The American held a white paper bag in his hand that reeked of fast food. In his other hand there was a gun with smoke coming out.

“Did someone call for a hero?” he said as he struck a dramatic pose.

Lovino gaped. He barely noticed Toris as he unlocked the chains that trapped him to the wall. As he was slowly freed the Italian looked at his wrists. It sounded stupid but the fact that he could see them gave him a considerable amount of courage, after all it had been almost a year and a half since they were last visible.

“Let’s get out of here you idiot,” he began towards the door.

It felt good to be able to walk again. 

***

The Italian looked at the Alaskan scenery. It was finally time to leave this godforsaken, snow covered, waste land. After two weeks of recovery in one of the houses belong to a politician that was on good—if slightly uneasy (author’s note: Sarah Palin XD)—terms with Alfred, Lovino could finally leave. It had been hell convincing the outgoing American to keep the whole rescue secret—the Baltics were more helpful. He just didn’t want Antonio or Feliciano to find out that he was…alive. Even though he hated them for forgetting him, Lovino didn’t want to get in the way of their…marriage. Even now the word cut him like a blade.

“Hey, there, Lovino!” Alfred said, breaking the Italian’s thoughts. He wrapped his arm around his fellow country.

“Get off me!” Lovino pulled away, secretly happy that Alfred’s intrusion was there to distract him from…other things. “I’m not going to put another hamburger on my head, Alfred!”

“What?” the nation looked confused, then quickly remembered his “treatments” for Lovino’s “condition” “Oh, no, that’s not it. I just wanted to say good bye. We’ll miss you around here. I promise to keep Ivan…occupied,” the American smiled suggestively. Lovino backed away.

“I’ll take your word for it.”

“See you later then!”

“I’m not going right this second! The plane has another hour, damn it!”

“Sure, I’ll go get some food,” Alfred finally left Lovino in peace.

“Umm…umm…Lovino?” a small voice sounded behind him.

“What?” Lovino spun around to see Ravis still shaking despite the fact that Russia wasn’t there to torment him.

“We have to go,” He gestured towards the other Baltics. “I j-just wanted to say g-good-bye, from all of us!”

“Y-yeah,” Lovino tried to smile at them, this time he managed it, “Thanks, for all the help, you guys saved me. I hope…I hope in the future we can get to become good friends.” He felt weird saying something so…corny, but he meant it. The Baltic nations, however cowardly they seemed had had the courage to save him from Russia. If Toris hadn’t called Alfred…

The Nations left, each with small smiles of good-bye. Lovino continued to look out the window of the airport. He had to admit how beautiful the snow was. All that time in Russia and he had never had a chance to see it. The Italian smiled wryly, he had been a bit busy. Now the snow would forever be tainted with this dark memory. Thank God Italy never got snow.

Alfred appeared with a small blue box, just as a voiced announce that Lovino’s flight was now boarding. “Hey I bought you a cinnamon bun. And look, it’s an Obama figure head!” The Italian rolled his eyes and took the gifts.

“Thanks,’ he wanted to say more but it was too embarrassing. He boarded the Plane with one last grateful glance at Alfred. He may be an idiot, but he was a good person. Maybe even a hero, Lovino mentally smiled. He sat back in the plane and fastened his seat-belt as it began to take off. A stop in New York, and then off to good old Italy. He couldn’t return to his house, of course, but perhaps he could rent a small apartment for a while, but even if he did the future was unpredictable at best. Only one thing was certain.

Lovino was going home.