After a good three years since the couple split, Roderich was going to stay at Antonio's house again. This was simply because Elizaveta had kicked him out of his own house. He remembered clearly what she said

"And don't come back until you can get your priorities straight!" Elizaveta yelled as she slammed the door.

Could he blame her? Yes and no. Yes it was true, he had been spending an awful lot of time at work, he often cancelled date plans in order to work over time. Although, he thought she out of anyone else would understand the pressure that this time of year brought. He had to compose for several musicians, and if his boss disliked any of the music he would have to start all over again, he also had quite a few concerts to preform in or conduct.

He would have gone to Ludwig or Gilbert's house but unfortunately they were ' too busy', he scrolled through his contacts but realized that he was kind of a loner and only had Antonio as another person to call. God knows why he still even had his ex-husband's number. When he did call he explained his situation and expected for him to make an excuse not to let him stay. To his surprise, the spaniard did accept.

When he approached the house he realized it looked almost the same as the last time he was here. He quickly knocked on the door, hoping he could get in soon and out of the horrible cold. After a full minute Antonio opened the door.

" Hola Roderich!~" He chirped and stepped aside, gesturing for him to come in.

Roderich quickly stepped into the warm house, even the inside was the same.

"Guten Abend , Antonio" Roderich formally greeted.

Antonio shut the door, and locked it before replying;

" It's been a long time since I've seen you... Why don't you and I go to the living room and catch up"

Roderich nodded and walked with Antonio to the living room. For a flash second, he could have sworn he saw something of a wicked grin on Antonio's face. He began to wonder if this was really a good idea after all, besides, what would Eliza think if she found out?

Antonio plopped onto the tan colored couch and moved a few pillows out of the way. Roderich sat next to him and began fiddling with his hands, a sign that he was unsure of what to do or say.

" So tell me, how is Feliciano?" Antonio asked.

" He is doing alright" Roderich lied, quite honestly he had been out of the house so much only Elizaveta could give an answer about that.

Antonio smiled " esto es genial!"

Antonio checked his watch breifly after speaking, realizing it was late.

" You know, it's getting late, why don't you get some sleep?"

Roderich checked his watch as well " Alright, but what about you?"

Antonio chuckled " I have work to do, but I'll go to sleep soon."

Roderich nodded " If you say so. Also, do you mind if I use your bath?"

The spaniard's wicked grin returned for a mere second " Of course..."

Roderich raised an eyebrow, speculating what could be running through his ex-husband's mind but then shrugged. " Dank"

As soon as the austrian was upstairs, Antonio quickly went down to the basement. The room was very dark so Antonio had to light up one of the dusty candles in order to get around. It was also rather cold. He walked towards an old wooden desk and took out a box underneath it. He opened it and revealed an assortment of torture weapons including knives, ropes, chains, whips, guns, shackles and various other cutting tools and old torture devices.

He went through them and finally picked a few before closing it back up. He blew out the candle and walked back to the normal level of his house. He looked around to see if Romano was wandering anywhere and then quickly snuck upstairs.

" Hijo de puta, thinking that I will just let him get away with what he has done to me. Never!" Antonio thought to himself as he pulled out a key from his pocket and unlocked the bathroom door.

He slowly cracked open the door and stepped inside. Roderich nearly jumped in surprise.

" Oh, it's you! Get out! I'm busy!" Roderich demanded, incredibly flustered.

Antonio simply laughed manically " Oh mi amor, this is my house. I do what I want"

" .... What do you mean?" Roderich's eyes widened.

Antonio stepped closer to the bathtub and locked the bathroom door behind him.

" Did I ever tell you how sexy you look without glasses?" Antonio lifted the other's chin and smirked.

Roderich remained silent, unsure of what was happening. Suddenly he felt something trickle down his neck, soon he realized it was blood. The cut on his neck was so thin, the consistency of blood that dripped down was thin. He grimaced and then held attempted to get up but was quickly chained up in order to prevent this.

" Does it hurt? Do you need me to kiss it?" Antonio cooed.

Roderich shook his head, glaring at him and started tugging at the chains.

" Oh but I think you do" Antonio whispered almost in a seductive way and pressed his lips to the austrian's pale neck. He tasted the blood that was leaking out before releasing and leaving a large bruise like mark.

" Why are you doing this to me? What the hell do you want?" Roderich barked, still trying to break off the chains.

" Imbécil, that's what you are. You can't even remember anything can you? idiota." Antonio growled and slowly dragged the knife across his cheek.

Roderich whimpered in pain and formed a tight fist with his left hand. Antonio took out a pear shaped object and brought it close to the austrian's mouth.

" This will hurt, a lot. But don't worry.... I'll be right next to you no matter what... Isn't that something I have told you before?" Antonio took the object and began forcing it into Roderich's mouth.

Roderich clenched his teeth and tried to resist, unfortunately the object went through and chipped some of his teeth. Antonio began to unwind the device which then caused it to open up. At one point tears were streaking down Roderich's face. Soon a loud snap was heard, meaning his jaw was now broken. Roderich began making blood curdling screams of agony.

Antonio removed the pear device with the key " Well now you can stay quiet.."

The spanish man took out a diffrent knife, one that was much wider and began to repeatedly stab him in the stomach. Roderich let out more odd sounds in pain as the bath water began to turn red. The austrian struggled to breathe, Antonio watched coldly as Roderich's life soon began to slip away.