Hidden Truths

Chapter Ten ~ Rage

"My stupid fucking 'friends', one day I'll get out of this shithead's house and show them..." Alejandro mumbled. Little did he know he was being watched. Romano was stopped by England, and captured, Spain had yet to notice. He was too captured in wanting to see Alejandro's temper, and to see if it would be...enough.

"Alejandro," the Spaniard's voice boomed through the empty room. The Mexican was still angered and turned around.

"What the fuck do you want?!" he screamed, then a twinkle of fear laced his eyes as he turned around, but once he saw Antonio wasn't taking an axe out, he decided to push it. "Answer me!"

"Try to make me," Antonio smirked, if he could raise anger, he could raise a stronger country, one that could be useful...

"What was that? A threat? You're just as fucking sick as those pieces of shit," he spat, glaring at the taller and older man with dark eyes. "I'm what? 1/5 of your age, heh, I'm mad, not stupid," he didn't realize he was still yelling. Antonio just smirked more, tilting his head to the side.

"I'm not sick Alejandro, but you'll be in a state worse than that if you don't cut the crap and make me leave," this. Now this was fun. He took out a sword he had in his pocket and held it out to the younger nation. Leaving himself basically weaponless. He needed to see if he had the guts to make a mark. Or two.

"You're pushing it Spain."

The boy would try to suppress his anger normally, but right now...it was almost like his mind was blocked. All he could think of is how everyone betrayed him. The only one who didn't was dead, and all because of the man in front of him. He didn't bother cut Antonio up or something. No. He wanted to do it the way Mr. Carriedo killed his father.

He rammed the sword through his heart. It only got so far before he could hear a scream, it didn't come from the smirking Spaniard though. Antonio promptly fell to the ground, but his mind was still turning. It would take all night to heal, but this experiment was worth it. This knowledge, worth it.

"ALEJANDRO WHAT DID YOU DO?" Carlos yelled, seeing the man he feared most on the floor, limp, with a sword through his chest. That sword was held by his best—former best friend.

"You want to be next Carlos?" he was shaking now. This feeling was amazing. It was so freeing. He wanted more bloodshed...he needed it. The blond shook his head.
"Then get out!"

Finally, after all this time, he was alone.

~

"You're gonna be a good playmate for Alfred, Lovino," Arthur Kirkland smirked, "yes, you'll give him good company indeed...great company," he laughed to himself. If it hadn't been for the cloth that bound Lovino's limps and shut his mouth, he would've scoffed at the mad man. It seemed he was even more deranged than his original captor.

He wished that captor would find him soon...

~

"What was that?" Carlos asked Santiago as they made their way back to the room. He wasn't sure if he'd dreamt what he saw.

"How am I supposed to know?! It's not like he tells me everything, or anything for that matter," he glanced at Maria, who looked too...casual.

"What do you think?" Carlos asked, and Maria sighed.

"He's got anger issues, that's it," she looked down. They didn't have to know about his problem, they didn't have to know about the times she had to stay up to help him, they didn't have to know about the time he killed himself. They just didn't have to know.

"First off, you're a terrible liar. Like I can remember 13 times I remember you lying. So what's really going on?"

"Unless he was provoked, he should've stayed calm...but señor Carriedo was there and..." she trailed off, wanting to be as vague as she could.

"How do you think Alejandro got the sword? I mean I get how he's like strong and has big land and whatever but still," now it was more of a conversation between Carlos and Maria, since Santiago thought Maria would be mad at him.

"Spain could've you know, wanted to tes—" Santiago had to speak now. His mind was trying with conspiracies. But then he was cut off before he could stop himself. (Does that even make sense?)

"Maybe they fought, and he just so happened to stumble upon the sword? Or maybe it was a decoration piece for the room and Antonio was visiting Romano so he carried no weapons," this seemed to be the most plausible explanation. "And maybe, who knows, Antonio brought his dad into this."

~

Consciousness came flooding back into the Spanish man, much faster than it left. He felt alive again, it felt good to breathe the air. It felt good to finally have another plan. Once the pain ceased completely, he got up, wanting to clean up then go visit his tomato.

He had a surprise waiting for him. It would make things speed up a little.

Once cleaned he got to Romano's room, and found a note. He figured it must've been from the kid, telling him to meet him at the tomato field, but once he saw the red waxed seal... he got ready for news.

Antonio,

If you can't tell by the seal, and the handwriting I used to write to you all those years ago, then I must say you've outdone yourself. I also have the brat if you must know. I thought Alfred could use a play mate.
And so could I. Since you left, it's been drab, with Francis and all. This is no place to catch up though, I'll meet you where the sky meets the sea and two kingdoms clash. Not we're we met though. Somewhere else. You should know, you were friends with him too.

Francis. Antonio growled, that man left him no choice the first time, and apparently he left Arthur no choice either. Antonio knew he needed to show Romano he was coming, but he also needed to wait. He needed to train someone. He had that someone in mind.