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Chapter 6

Lovino woke up uncomfortably, defiantly not where he had originally fallen. The floor was cold and the lighting was dull and dim over the area. Wait. Both those things seemed all too familiar. The realization caused him to became more alert; he was in Spain s tower, in the dungeon. He tried to sit up, but his arms and legs were both bound with rope. Frantically, he looked all around, eyes wide with dread.

The sudden noise of a wheel slowly turning caught his attention before he noticed his arms, tied tightly behind him, being slowly raised up. He whined from the pain as the rope began to pull him from the ground. The pain in his arms became gradually worse the higher the rope pulled him upwards, wailing when he began to feel the extra weight tied to his legs. He clenched his teeth together, grinding bone against bone. He finally recognized what was happening to him, and Spain had explained this form of torture to him the day before nonetheless. This must be the Strappado that he so fondly spoke of, venomous glare trained on him.

The ropes stopped after he was a few feet in the air. Tears welled in his eyes from the aching in his arms, believing at any moment his shoulders would dislocate. They hurt as if they already were. He watched as Spain walked out from where he had most likely been pulling the rope. His face was stern, but he remained silent, and sympathy for Lovino was nonexistent. He chuckled at the younger country's pain before slipping back into his cover of darkness, just out of the shallow light's reach. He had turned into such a damned, creepy, disturbing country.

Lovino's head sagged, watching his tears pool onto the floor. There was no hope for him. He wasn't meant to escape from this fight- not now, not ever. He let out a scream as the rope abruptly lost all its hold and he dropped to the floor, grinding his teeth further at the painful and awkward angle he had fallen to, but the pain was extinguished when he soon felt the pain in his arms once more. He winced, stretching his arms, panging from being pulled out further than intended. They hadn't dislocated, but the pain lingered.

Spain came back into view, strolling in a casual manner, the same expression layered over his face. He kicked the Italian in the stomach before untying his arms and legs. Lovino yipped and spurted. He felt like a useless piece of trash being hauled over Spain s shoulder like this, he hated it. The conquistador carried the limp Italian all the way back to his house in this manner. The entire time the only thing the younger country could get himself to look at was the golden medallion around his neck that swung back and forth in an almost taunting manner. He thought of what his life would have been like if he had just left that first time Spain had left for the New World. He surely would not have had to deal with this torment, this bastard. The question was why he stayed in the first place. Maybe it was because he had grown accustomed to the sweet part of Spain, never realizing he could ever change into something so terrible. He had loved that part of the older country. Now he was only disgusted with him.

Lovino had all together checked out into his thoughts until Spain deliberately dropping him onto his bed in his room brought him back to the world around him. He looked up, startled, as the Spaniard came down on him immediately. His hands wandered the Italian's body, grabbing him in various places, causing him to become highly uncomfortable. As he came up to kiss the boy s neck, Lovino bent forward and bit his shoulder, hard. He could feel the Spaniard's cringe from his bite, but he was soon pushed off, receiving another punch to his already bruised face. He had enraged Spain once more, thankfully that being all he decided to do before hopping off the bed.

Spain began to make his way out, stopping once to look back at Lovino in a cold manner, growling. "Don't you ever try to escape again, next time you won't walk away with your life."

Lovino's eyes widened. Spain wanted to kill him? He was willing to throw him away that easily? He watched as he exited, then plopping himself back onto his bed. Depression surrounded him as he became more and more regretful for not leaving when he had the chance; he should have known. He should have always known. He shouldn't have ever figured he could ever trust that bastard. When he was young, Spain had somehow convinced him that he was safe and could always be trusted. Lovino had been a dumb kid then, he didn't know any better. He shouldn't have let those feelings bleed into the present. It had cost him much more than he could have ever imagined. The Italian fell into sleep with his discomforting thoughts. He didn't sleep well that night.

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Days passed and Lovino was still trapped within his room. Spain only came in now to either beat him or to pleasure himself. By now, he no longer even struggled when he entered his room. There wasn't any point in it anymore. All of it was entirely hopeless. He was stuck in a pit of despair, barely even feeling like the same person anymore. Everything around him felt numb, and he was becoming weaker as the days turned to weeks. He was fed close to nothing and wasn't sure how much longer he would have until he would finally, graciously, die. That was all he really wanted, now. Death. Being caged like a bird was terrible, limited to staying in one place day after day with the added turtore and trauma the bastard decided to bring. It was all so trivial and pointless- he was only an object now to that Spanish monster. He could easily be thrown away, like nothing. That's what he'd been told and shown over and over again. Why couldn't his life just end here and now and make it easier on him?

Lovino was sitting on his bed in deep, miserable thought. He knew his life was passing him by, only he no longer cared. What was life but a simple and pointless passing of a day to him? He curled up, emotionlessly, waiting for Spain or death to come visit.

Minutes passed as a small tapping noise came from what sounded like his window. He brushed it off, thinking he was merely hearing things. The tapping continued. He tried to ignore the distraction the best he could, but it became so annoying. They only continued. He thought he had finally lost his sanity, that was until he heard his name called in a clear, concerned manner. He stumbled from his bed and raced the best he could to his window.

"Fratello! Please! Answer me!" Feliciano was standing below his window, desperately looking up at him with concern and several small stones in his grasp. He smiled slightly when he found him looking down upon him, concern still mostly spread across his face. "Lovino! I m so happy to see you're alive!" Lovino stared down at his brother in a dizzying manner, taking a while for him to fully comprehend what was going on. He was probably slow from a lack of food. Once he regained some of his senses back, he became incredibly fearful for his brother's life.

"F Feliciano! Why the hell are you here?" He whispered down at him hoarsely, clenching the frame of the window roughly as his body began to shake. "You need to get out of here before Spain finds out!"

The younger Italian shook his head. "Lovino, I'm not leaving without you," he said in a stern manner, expression hardening.

Lovino was in awe. Feliciano had never, once, been this heroic. How had he even mustered up enough courage to come and get him? He began to shake his head continuously. What was he thinking, coming all this way just to get him? It was like a death sentence. Didn't he realize what Spain was like after the last time he visited? Well, he obviously didn't if he was here, at least. Lovino was the one who had received the blunt of his anger that time, anyway. He shouldn't expect Feli to know.

"Seriously, Feliciano! I m fine. Get away from here!" He called a little more loudly to him, still trying to keep his voice down, in case Spain was nearby.

"I'm not leaving without you, Fratello. I haven't seen you since that day. I even tried to come back so many times to see you, but big brother Spain wouldn't let me in," Feliciano whined in concern.

Lovino gave the ground a hesitant look, the vertigo returning, causing him to force his eyes shut.

"Feliciano, I can't. Go home and for-" He started but was cut off by his brother.

"All of Europe knows what Spain is like now! You re in so much danger here! Please! I beg you! Come back to Italy with me! I don't want you to die here!" Feliciano stared up at him with tears in his large eyes, visible even in the dimming sunlight.

Lovino bit his bottom lip, taking deep breaths. Feliciano had cried over him, he was still cared about by at least one person. He couldn't let him down by staying here and dying so horribly. Quickly, before he went on his descent, he ripped off the damned medallion that Spain had used to show he was his, throwing it at the door. He was no longer going to be this bastard's bitch. Body trembling, he slowly let himself out the window. Of course, he never learned well, and looked down again. He immediately squeezed his eyes shut, clinging frantically to the still open window.

"Don't worry, Fratello," Feliciano called in a reassuring manner. "I'll catch you if you fall, I promise with all my heart."

The scared Italian took another deep breath in, forcing the air back out to calm himself. His brother's words had soothed him some. If he could make it down and just not look, just climb, he was dead sure he could make it. If he fell and wasn't caught, that was still better than being cooped up in Spain's house, wasting away.

It was hard to keep a good grip on the wall, mostly because he had become so weak. He tried to shake it off, climbing down blindly. He refused to let his little brother down. Whatever happened to him after this, he would hopefully be much happier, although scarred for life.

He wasn't sure where he was on the wall, but his arms and legs had quickly become tired. He couldn't hold on much longer, and he tried to climb down at a faster pace, slipping. As he fell, he refused to open his eyes this time. If this was the end, so be it. He had had enough of life.

Surprisingly, the fall didn t take long and he landed on something soft. He couldn't say it didn't hurt when he landed, but he wasn't dead or knocked out. He heard his younger brother's words softly behind him. "Ve~ Good job, Lovino. You made it down and only fell with a little left to go~" He allowed himself to open his eyes, seeing the sweet face of his brother smiling cordially down at him. He embraced him firmly, never having been so happy to see that little twit in his entire life. He continued until Feliciano pushed him away, the younger country getting to his feet, taking hold of his brother's hand.

"Come on, Lovino," Italy smiled, "it's time for you to go home." With those last few words, he pulled the other farther and farther away from hell on Earth. Lovino was still so tired, and eventually they stopped. He collapsed to his knees, unable to carry on. Malnutrition left him unable to run very far, and he cried.

Determined, Feliciano helped him up, wrapping an arm around his shoulder. He began to sluggishly push themselves forward.

"Just a little farther, Lovi, and we don t have to walk the rest of the way. I promise," Lovino had never realized how much his younger brother had cared for him. He was always caught up in his own selfish wants and desires to ever even notice. Why hadn't he ever noticed? He was such a sweet person. He sighed but continued to push himself to go further. The more distance he put between Spain and himself the better. Unfortunately, his consciousness betrayed him just before they reached their destination. He assumed poor Feliciano had carried him the rest of the way.

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Lovino regained his senses a few hours later, the land around him smelling suddenly familiar, like home. He sat up to find he was in a cart drawn by a horse, looking up and being able to recognize the man who was directing the horse as being Italian by just glancing at him, although he was too dazed to say anything. He turned to his side, finding Feliciano wide awake right next to him.

"Are you feeling better now, Romano?" He asked, concern still in his voice.

He merely nodded his head in reply, in no mood to talk. He instead turned his attention out towards the scenery; Italy. His home. He thought he would never see this beautiful land ever again. He smiled at the place he and his brother personified. How he missed this place. He was so glad to finally be coming home.

"We're almost there," the young lad's voice eased to his ears. By now, he was leaned over the side of the cart, simply watching his beautiful Italy go by. The relief of it all was overwhelming. He was out of Spain's grasp. At least for now. That was all he cared about. He didn't think he could miss anyone or any place as much as he now felt.

The cart stopped in front of the house he and his brother were raised in. His gaze was glued to it, feeling only relief. He would never have to be tortured as long as he was here.

Feliciano helped him out of the cart without hesitation. Lovino had him stop as they were on their way to the door, looking back at the driver. Without thinking, "Gracias, mi amigo," slipped out. The driver gave him a confused look, only speaking Italian.

Feliciano quickly corrected his brother, noticing the hurt look on his face after accidentally speaking Spanish. He knew that the last thing he wanted to hear now was Spanish. Lovi most likely hated everything about Spain at this point. He watched as his brother's head sagged, beginning to cry. He hurridly took him into the house and gave him a tight hug.

"It's okay now, Lovi. You're home now. I'll make sure Spain never takes you again," he assured his brother.

Lovino cried continuously on his brother's shoulder for hours. He was experiencing so many emotions at once, but mostly happy to have escaped the depths of hell where a sadistic Spanish demon had once destroyed him on so many levels. If he were to never see him again it would be too soon.

(Technically that was the end but there will be an epilogue ^^ I hope everyone enjoyed this though~~)