Hidden Truths

Chapter Fourteen ~ We're going on a trip

"That's it, you hate me don't you? You want your freedom right? What if I told you you could get it, all you have to do is beat me," Antonio smirked, hoping that got the boy angrier. It did.

"I-I.." being filled with rage, he attacked blindly.

"Tsk," Antonio dodged the blow rather easily, "did I do that?" he asked as innocently as possible for a murderer like himself.

"Yes. You know what else you did? Kill my dad!" he was almost crying at this point.

"I had to Ta—hm, what was your name again?" he kept pressing the young boy.

"I-I don't remember," he was actually crying right now, "you know what it is though, please," he dodged an attack, "tell me!" he yelled as he cut the Spaniard's leg again.

He didn't realize they had spectators, Carlos and Santiago stayed watching, and with them there were now 19 others, not like Alejandro could count them all though.

"Why would I do that Al?" Spain pretended to be dumbfounded.

"Because—" he was cut off, both by a blade and words.

"Because what?"

"BECAUSE I TOLD YOU TO! TH-THAT'S ALL I HAVE LEFT," he broke down, hitting and stabbing anywhere he could. Spain used this to his advantage. The boy had to be blinded by the tears right? He sped over to take one of his friends and placed her somewhere she was bound to get hit. (I'm using the headcanon that since it's his country he can teleport. I used this somewhere else too in this story.)

"That's in Al, come a little closer," he taunted the Mexican.

"Al no—" Maria's voice was muffled by the Spaniard's hand. Alejandro sliced through Maria's dress and cut into her flesh on her hip. She cried out.

Alejandro wiped his eyes.

"Tsk. Al, you hurt your little girlfriend!" Antonio gasped, being proud of himself.

"No..."

"Mex I'm fine," she was clutching her side, and Carlos ran over to help him.

"Just stop it Spain, please," Alejandro fell to the ground, "I just...I just need a break," he confessed. Spain just smirked and agreed to giving him a break.

"Fine. Next week then. Don't bring anyone next time—well...you can if you want, but...that's unadvisable."

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"You're sure she's okay?" Alejandro asked the doctor for the fifth time, he wasn't going to stop anytime soon.

"Al, chill, all you did was cut her—"

"I'm not asking you Carlos, sh- Now, did you clean the stitches before using them?" he was back to asking questions. Maria was in the back room sleeping right about now.

"I assure you señor...?" he wanted a name. A name Mexico didn't have. Well technically they were all Carriedos now, but he wasn't going to go by that name any time soon.

"Just Alejandro is okay."

"Well Alejandro, I assure you she's not in any critical condition, in fact she's surprisingly healing fast. Are you guys siblings or something?" there was always that question. Well he could say they were dating, but then he'd ask for how long, or how old they were. They looked very young for their ages.

"Um, sure," he responded, earning a questioning look from both Santiago and Carlos.

"You can't all be siblings...you have different skin tones, eyes, noses, mouths, hair colours even," the doctor commented, Al was about to lash out about how that wasn't important, but Santiago calmly saved him.

"Me and my cousin here are from the colonies in the new world, but we're scholars, coming here to...schol?" the doctor bought that.

"I would suggest the new school being built across town, but honestly, you all seem a bit too young to be out here, especially in a different country. All alone," he was back to being nosy. "Who's keeping you with them as you...um, schol?"

"Um, my fifth cousi—"

Carlos didn't get the point of this so he just said, "Antonio Fernandez-Carriedo," that should shut this man up.

"Antoni—señor Carriedo? Oh- okay, I'll check on the patient again," he left.

Santiago and Al glared at Carlos, but he looked too smug and proud of himself to care.

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"Hey there, just wondering, who are those guys outside?" was this guy ever gonna stop? Come to think of it, he kind of looked like Antonio.

"Oh them, um, if it's Al that's my...um," she looked 9, boyfriend wasn't an option. "My brother, and um, the two blond guys who are probably coming are um, cousins, and um, they're um, yea," that was believable right?

"Hm. I see, alright, you're free to go now, you heal surprisingly fast, tell Tonio I say hi okay?"

"S-sí..?" suddenly she was excited to leave.

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"Let's get out of here, you guys think he looks familiar?" Maria asked as the four of them were ready to leave the building.

"He looks too young to be a doctor—hey wait up okay? I have to use the washroom," he sprinted in.

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"It's been like an hour, are you sure you haven't seen him?" Carlos asked the old man who was now at front.

"Lo siento, but we just opened..."

"No, no, we were just here, with that man, dark hair, green eyes...taller than you, you know?"

"It's a family business, no one fits that description, sorry boy," Santiago's mouth opened in realization. They had to get out and tell the others.

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"Wait, wait, wait," Rafael turned to Daniel, "you're saying Al was kidnaped by Portugal because Spain killed him? And you're sure it's him?"

"Yes! Oh God, why did it have to be Alejandro," Daniel muttered, "he gets to see Gabe..." before anyone could comment, the boy left.

"Who wants to take a road trip and who wants to pose as Al?" Carlos asked, grinning, since this would be more fun than staying home all day.

"I have the same hair colour as him," Rafael offered, but he was taller than Al.

"I can't do this," Santiago put his hands in the air. He had blue eyes and blond hair, no way he could pass for Al, not even with the makeup.

"I can do it," a quiet voice from the back of the room sounded as a boy put his book down, it read, 'Mapudungun basics,' with some makeup they could make that work.

"I want to go on a road trip."

"You have to stay and help convince Antonio that Esteban is Al, so, sorry," Carlos told Maria, then pointed at Santiago, who shook his head. "Oh c'mon amor, this would be our first road trip together—"

"If you stop you know what then I'll come," that was to say he had to stop with all the nasty talk and innuendos.

"Fine, fine, but you're coming," Carlos looked him in the eye for an awkward second. Then Santiago shook his head and nodded in agreement.

"Anyone else? I don't want to be stuck with him," Gabriel ran back in.

"Wait if we're going to Portugal I'm coming," Carlos nodded and smiled.

"Can I come?"

"You? Ahem, um, yea, sure."

"Uruguay, you really want to go? You don't seem like the—"

"I'm going, it's fine."

Esteban - Chile
Uruguay - Pablo