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Don't Cry

The day started like any other, the Spanish man rambling on about how he would finally kill the beast, one he had been tracking for years. Somehow the beast always managed to slip out from his grasp once he thinks he finally got him, but he could feel it. Today would be different, he would find the beast and he would kill it. Him and his crew would make sure they finally put the beast to its end. It's reign of terror would finally stop, and so many more innocent folks would be saved from its savage ways. And both him and Lovino would be able to get revenge. It had killed Lovino's twin brother, and Antonio's entire family. He had been lucky when Lovino had found him, he was close to dying and if it weren't for him appearing when he did, he would have been dead.

"I'll kill it today. I'll make sure it pays for everything It's done." Antonio rambled to his partner, "I'll make sure I'll be there for its very end." He looked over to Lovino, the small male on the opposite side of table, a cup of water in his hands as he nodded along to what he said. He was always quiet when it came to this topic, and he had assumed it had to do with the fact his brother was killed by the beast. It was reasonable, at night he could hear him calling out his brothers name sometimes. Fear and panic in his voice, and sweat running down his face. After that he would always be on high alert for the rest of the day, being much more paranoid than the Spanish man himself.

A knock on the door kept him from saying anything more, and a bright smile appearing on his face. Today, unlike others, he and his crew planned an actual attack which would surely at least get the beast injured, and they would make sure it wouldn't strike again. He stood up and raced toward the door, opening it with excitement as he saw his two friends. A blonde beautiful French man, and an albino Prussian. They've been together since the beginning, and they knew how important this was for Antonio. And so they didn't hesitate in aiding him when he asked for their help in this.

The Prussian, Gilbert, walked right in, going to sit right next to Lovino to annoy him. "Francis, looking as good as usual." Antonio said with a small laugh, which made the French man roll his eyes.

"Flattery will get you no where." He stayed right at the door, they were going to leave not too soon after this, so he didn't see the point in walking in. His eyes looking over towards the table to see Lovino trying to get Gilbert off of him, while the Prussian kept trying to put his arms around him knowing he would probably get slapped for even trying.

"Gil, get off him, we have to go." The Prussian sighed defeatedly at the words of Antonio but did so, and he moved fast enough just in case the Italian did try to get his hands on him. He walked out the door, and several feet away with Francis as he knew Antonio and Lovino would want a couple minutes alone like usual before they left.

The door was closed and Lovino stood up, leaving the cup at the table and going towards Antonio. "I don't even know why he tries." He shook his head, "I'm going to slap him out of the Earth next time he tries." He said it with fake anger, he already knows why the albino is always trying to give hugs. Sure it just seems like something he would do to be annoying, but everyone already knew he just missed Feliciano. And Lovino looked like him, he was the closest he would be able to get to him, and it was no secret Gilbert had feelings other than friendship towards his brother.

The Spaniard laughed, giving Lovino a kiss on the forehead which had the other scowling and crossing his arms. "I'll see you when I get home, I have a surprise." He grinned and he gave the smaller male a bone crushing hug. He never knew if he would return home, other than the beast, there was many people out for Antonio. He wasn't sure if it just had to do with the fact they all thought he was delusional, or if it had to do with his relation with Lovino.

The Italian didn't say anything, he never liked to, and it was because he didn't want to think of the worst. Didn't want to think that he could die even if it was one of the biggest possibilities. Slightly returning the hug mumbling into his chest. "You better." Which made Antonio pull away and give him a curious stare.

"I'm sorry what was that I heard?"

"I said eat shit." But nevertheless they both knew how much of a mess Lovino would have been if the beast was to take Antonio away from him as well.

Antonio gave his lips a small peck, a small giggle coming out of him afterwords at Lovino pinching his arm after that. He opened the door to see his friends making kissy faces at them, to which Lovino's faced burned red. He wasn't able to tell if it was out of anger or embarrassment. Antonio just laughed it off saying one more small goodbye before picking up a duffel bag that was near the door.

The walk from here and the woods wasn't too far. He was also still anxious because they were at an unfair advantage. The only thing they wore being uniforms they bad gotten that were passed down to them from members of their family that had gone to war. And they only had guns to protect themselves, but they weren't so bad. If they killed the beast the town had even offered to give them medals, but it was said as a joke. They didn't think they would have been able to do it, but Antonio would prove them wrong. He swore to it.

They each got their gun out of the bag, soon putting it down in their usual place, which was already deep in the woods, it was always placed down there so they wouldn't lose their way out. So they would know they weren't lost. They were quiet for a while, Francis leading them to where he knew the beast would show up.  He had taken notice this was the exact place the beast would appear from, and so he had made a plan. Antonio would be a nice distance closer to where the beast would run through, and his friends placed where it would make a triangle. 

In the middle was where they were planning to shoot the animal, and they each already knew that if one of them was injured they should be left behind. Getting to the animal was more important.

They stayed in their positions for a while, the minutes turning into hours and finally to the sun being set and the sky turning dark. It was dangerous, they always had a shot of accidentally shooting each other, but fortunately this night was not as dark as others. But that didn't stop Antonio from wanting to doze off, and he almost did until he could hear a howl. Then loud steps and he woke up completely, his heart pounding in his chest as he kept his eyes wide open. Ready to shoot the beast.

The footsteps got closer, and the more they did the more he could feel his heart pound. His eyes looking right at the side of him, waiting to see the beast and he was able to soon be looking at one of the eyes of the beast. And he swore he has seen those eyes before somewhere, and not just from the time he was almost killed by this thing. But he didn't have time to think about it as Francis and Gilbert moved from their place and were soon pointing their guns at the beast who stopped.

Now he was able to have a clear view of it, and it looked like an oversized wolf. It's teeth out growling, its tail waging ferociously. Then in no wasted time was it able to drop both of his friends to the ground, making Gilbert hit the ground hard with his head, his gun hitting his stomach. And Francis hitting a nearby tree with his stomach. His gun on the ground.

It turned back to look at Antonio, it growled at first, getting near him with animosity as if it would kill him right at that very moment. But it stopped, then turned and started running.

The Spaniard was confused, his hands had stopped shaking and he looked at his friends on the ground. He was left safe. For a moment he was relieved, and was going to leave the beast alone, but this was his chance, this was the moment he had been waiting for, this was the moment he would be hunting it, and it wouldn't be able to stop him. Not unless it killed him. And so in a flash he started running after the beast, and it was not easy, it ran faster than he had assumed it would and he pulled his gun up. He was losing it and he wasn't going to. Not today.

He aimed his gun, put his hand on the trigger, and focused on making sure he would actually be able to shoot it. And he did it. He pulled the trigger, the bullet made out of silver as he had decided to listen to Francis. He had read Tales about a beast like this and decided that silver would do just the trick, and it did. It let out a whine and fell to the ground and Antonio was panting, several feet away from it. He smiled he did it, he killed the beast.

He couldn't wait to tell Lovino about it, couldn't wait to tell the town they were wrong, and how he was able to do it. He walked towards the beast, and it lay on the ground, much like a beat dog would. He pointed his gun at the beast, it's brown fur had blood coming out the wound, one the he kept pushing. "I killed you- I finally kill-" He stopped.

This was supposed to be a victory, one he was going to share. He could see something happening, but he wasn't sure what to say about it, it was transforming... He could hear bones cracking and he closed his eyes seeing hair falling out of it, and soon once it quiet down once again he opened his eyes. And he could feel a sob wanting to come out his throat. He fell onto his knees, his gun falling out if his hand, his eyes wide with tears threatening to spill.

It was Lovino.

He brought him into his arms, and put one of his hands behind his head and the other at his wound. Lovino was shaking, and he felt so weak, so frail in his arms. "I- This--" Antonio wasn't able to form a word, didn't even know what to say. "I'll heal you, I'll take you to--" He couldn't help but let his tears fall, he knew he wouldn't be able to help him. They were too far from anyone, and at the rate he was bleeding he would die before they even left the woods. His hand stayed on his hips covering the wound, but it didn't do anything, he kept bleeding.

"Don't cry, you've been wanting to kill the beast," he had to stop, it was taking much more energy than he had. And when he spoke his voice was so shaky, so small. "And so have I." He also sounded so apologetic. "It was time," he said. his hand going up to his cheek with the little strength he had left to try and clear the tears away from Antonio's face. "I could only spare you." Even as the beast he wasn't able to harm him. And the fact he had to turn while he was shot didn't help, while he turned it was the most painful thing he had to go through, and he was also hurt. It helped in killing him sooner.

"Don't die-- I-" He was planning to say this in the surprise he had planned. He was going to make his favorite food, and he had worked with Francis in making a ring from scratch for him. "I love you." He managed out, and thats when he could hear some branches snapping. His friends could only watch with horror in their faces as they realized what had happened.

The confession made Lovino give out a small out of breath chuckle. "I know." He said his voice quieting. "I love-" he couldn't finish his sentence, and Antonio watched the life fade from his eyes. He went limp, and Antonio could only sob, his hand covered with his blood and he moved his arm around him. Bringing his corpse close to him. He could feel his friends hands on his shoulders but he didn't want to let go of him.

"I'm so sorry. I'm so-" He couldn't manage another word as the tears fell, and he choked back a sob. He didn't want to keep crying, but be couldn't stop it, his voice was quiet, full of sorrow, full of agony. "Sorry."

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His Favorite Pets

Fandom: Hetalia

He sat at his desk watching the monitors, he smirked as his eyes landed on his favorite pet. Ivan was trying to stand, his hands gripping the iron bars. Sweat ran down his face making his hair stick to his face. “Take him out, and bring him here,” Alfred said to his workers Francis, Matthew, and Arthur. They had gained their way out those cells and if they dare disobey him they’ll go back in with one less limb. They left to bring Ivan as Alfred turned to his sexual slave, Emil. Emil was chained to the wall by his collar and he was completely naked. He had a gag in his mouth that had saliva running down, his hands tied together so he wouldn’t try anything. Emil used to be Alfred’s favorite. Back when he still had enough pride and guts to go against him, before he used to moan like a bitch for Alfred. Alfred ungagged him and held Emil’s face roughly. He bit down on Emil’s neck making him gasp and moan. It took Alfred a long time to break him but he did. He pushed Emil down and straddled him, he made sure to hit his head on the floor roughly.

There was a knock on the door making Alfred exhale with annoyance. “Come on in,” He said not getting off of Emil. They came in with Ivan and Alfred pointed to the ropes hanging from the ceiling. They did as told and had Ivan tied there. They left the room and waited for Alfred to call for them again. Alfred looked down at Emil and put his head on his neck. He bit him and Emil writhed and moaned. Ivan looked disgusted at him and looked around the dark room. He couldn’t see much other than the monitors he used to keep track of everyone. Alfred got whoever he wanted whenever he wanted and that wouldn't change. Not unless someone kills him. Ivan got out of the so familiar ropes and looked at the bat. He was hateful enough to kill Alfred. That same bat had taken his sisters life so he’ll take that monsters as well. The bat was there because Alfred would make rounds to keep them in check. As if they could actually do anything against him. He went behind Alfred and was disgusted by what he was doing with no shame. Alfred had himself deep into Emil’s mouth, Emil had gotten better and he didn’t gag as much as before. He was fucking him in the face as he held on to his hair as pushed him even more forward to see just how much he could take. He wanted to moan at how talented Emil was with his tongue. He felt Emil’s fingers also playing with his balls. He held a tighter grip and was close to his release. Ivan was throwing the bat down to hit Alfred when suddenly his head hit the ground and Alfred was above him. Alfred smiled down at him. “Did you really think that would work? Did you think you were the first to try that? Don’t you see how Feli has just one arm, don’t you know what happened?” Ivan glared up at him refusing to speak. He knew the risks but he didn't care, he just wanted a way out. Alfred got on his knees and went closer to Ivan's face. He pleased himself he put a hand down and leaned on it as he came all over Ivan's face. Ivan glared and wanted to wipe it away.

Alfred pinned his hands and shook his head. He brought him closer to Emil and he sat down putting his hands behind his head. "Clean him," he orders Emil who nodded and went to Ivan. He started licking Ivan's face and he went on top of him. Alfred wasn't in the mood and he was growing tired of using Emil.

While Emil worked on Ivan, Alfred got a gun from out of his drawer and quickly pointed it to the back of Emil's head. Emil stopped what he wad doing and looked down at Ivan. He smiled sadly at him. He was glad he was getting out but didn't feel all that good. "I'm sorry," he whispers to Ivan when Alfred shoots and quickly he stays down. Ivan felt his heart beat increase as Emil was shot and his blood sprayed all over his face. He looked up at Alfred with fear and Alfred smiles down at him.

"Now it's your turn."

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