Still Into You // Hetalia Spamano

🌹Chapter 12🌹

Haha SIKE! You guys were like, on top of the last chapter as soon as I posted, and honestly I wouldn't mind writing out another chapter, so here you are.

You can thank me later, but honestly I don't think you'll want to after this chapter.

No I don't think it's actually that bad, but prepare yourselves.

Anyways I'm sorry that this chapter seems more of a filler, but I really wanted to elaborate on Lovi's time with the hunters. I also wanted to elaborate on Lovino's past with the other Winged.

Rest assured, every chapter I post has a reason.

Lovino groaned as he blinked open his eyes, waiting for them to adjust to the light once again. It'd been a full day since he'd been kidnapped, and Lovino was already miserable.

They hadn't given him food -not that he'd eat any garbage they'd try to stuff in his mouth- and he was beginning to feel shaky.

He hadn't a clue what the men planned to do with him. Lovino pondered this.

He was in a cage -a literal cage- among what Lovino could only estimate as hundreds of others. Nearly all of the cages held different types of various exotic animals; snow leopards, parrots of all colors, a panda, creatures of all mutations (albino, abnormal colors, etc.), and animals with extra limbs like toes or even legs.

It was like a zoo; except for at the zoo, the animals weren't malnourished, beaten, and miserable.

The men had tied Lovino's wings and every time he moved he could feel the ropes run and burn his wings. The same went for his wrists. They'd left his legs untied and free, not that they were much help.

Lovino had also quickly learned to behave. One ounce of sass or a tug of resistance when they pulled him to his feet was sure to earn him a punch or kick.

He could feel forming bruises along his ribs already, and he was pretty sure that he'd broken his right wrist. As if he hadn't had enough broken limbs in the past.

Was he going to die here?

Alone and miserable?

Lovino wasn't one to cry, but for some reason he felt his eye grow hot as tears pricked them. He was going to die here and he'd never see his family, friends, or Antonio again.

Come get me, he'd mouthed to Antonio. Lovino knew that Antonio would try to find him, in fact he was probably out there somewhere on his way.

Would he make it on time? Lovino couldn't push the dark questions from his mind. After all, his last encounter with the hunters had shown him they would have no hesitation to kill him.

And sitting in the corner of the metal-barred cage, Lovino pulled his knees to his aching chest and cried.

He couldn't help but think, what would the others think about his death?

The first person that came to his mind was Feliciano.

Feliciano would be devastated, but Lovino couldn't help but be bitter. Just more spotlight for him, the grieving little brother.

"Lovi! Fratello!" Feli's voice sang, as he searched the house for his older brother. He was about three years old, and currently in the middle of a game of hide-and-seek with Lovino.

Lovino, hiding beneath Feli's bed, smiled as he watched his brother's feet walk right by him. However soon Feliciano's calls faded, and disappeared altogether.

Another few minutes went by, and Lovino crawled out from beneath the bed. He fluttered his wings as he now searched for where Feliciano had went. And then he heard giggles and laughs from down the stairs.