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delneity · 13 years ago

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Payphone-One Shot-(Latin Hetalia)

Characters: Martín (Argentina), Luciano (Brazil), Daniel (Paraguay), Sebastián (Uruguay), briefly Loviona (fem!S.Italy) and Antonio (Spain)

Rating: strong PG-13 Pairings: BraArg

Warnings: mild language, Humantalia, sorta Older AU, mild OOCness, not Beta'd. Songfic. VERY LONG. This monster is 11,000+ words

Summary: It started with a phone call, it ended with the receiver being hung up. Notes: I've been wanting to do a one-shot with BraArg for awhile now. I got a plot bunny when I was putting away some dishes while listening to Maroon 5's Payphone. Listen to the song while reading if you want :D

Payphone The ringing of his cell phone reverberated throughout the small, stark hotel room. The occupant roused from their uneasy sleep as they sat up, reaching for their cell phone. They looked at the bright screen to check who was calling. Their expression turned from a disgruntled look to one of confusion as they pushed the button to accept the call. “Hello?” I’m at a payphone trying to call home

All of my change I spent on you Where have the times gone

Baby, it’s all wrong, where are the plans we made for two? The first met in college, not knowing at all at the time that they would be soulmates. They were naïve and carefree at time, but little did they know their lives would be intertwined. It started out as a challenge; to see if Luciano da Silva, the charming Brazilian foreign exchange student could in fact get anyone he wanted and ask them out. His friends would joke around, saying how Luciano would flirt with anything as long as they were deemed pretty in his eyes and had legs.

So he was issued the challenge; win the heart of one Martín Hernandez and we would infact be the charmer of the school. Confident in his abilities, Luciano immediately accepted, knowing he would breeze through this trail. Luciano had a plan; he would start sweet-talking Martín in class they had together and then once they got acquainted, then Luciano would strike. Easy!

Luciano was one of the first in the classroom, waiting for Martín to sit in the chair in from of him like he would usually did. Luckily, for Luciano, he and Martín had already broken the first barrier of introducing themselves when they worked together for a group project. There would be no awkward beginnings at least for Luciano to go through again. After a little while of waiting, Martínn entered the classroom being one of the last to file in before the professor would begin class. Martín situated himself in the chair in front of Luciano when he felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned around to see Luciano flashing him a bright smile. “May I help?” Martín asked flatly. “Just wondering if you were doing anthing over the weeknend? If not, we should hang out together.” Luciano offered. Martín raised an eyebrow. “Uh-huh…” he began. “I am b-“ Martín was cut off when the professor

When the professor turned their back on the class for a moment, Martin saw a paper airplane sail down to him. Genuinely confused, Martín picked up the paper plane with caution before looking at what was written. “Let’s go downtown this weekend,” it said with a smiley face at the end. Martín looked tentatively over his shoulder to see Luciano’s beaming face. Martín frowned and whispered softly, “I’m busy.” Luciano raised a thick eyebrow in anticipation as Martín went back to face the front. Before he knew it, Martín saw another piece of paper come gliding down in front of him. He opened it to only become irritated when he read it. “With what?” the note read. Martín looked over his shouler once more to face Luciano. “With stuff!” Martín whispered harshly. Luciano’s curiousity and determination only grew more.

A little more time went by before another paper airplane flew down to Martín’s level. Martín was starting to get really irritated at Luciano’s antics. He opened it and huffed as the next message that said, “What kinda stuff?’ Martín turned around and spat out quietly, “None of your business.” Martín gave a sharp exhale as he went back to focus on the lesson at hand. Martín was pleased to see that another paper plane had not been flown down to him. He wondered if Luciano had given up on his. However, his initial thining was changed when another paper plane glided down to him. Martín sighed as he opened it up to give out another exasperated sigh.

“Come on! It will be fun! I will pick you up at your place around 6. We’ll have a great time!” Martín turned around slowly, with an intrigued look on his face. “You never know when to quit, do you?” Luciano flashed another one of his bright, trademark smiles, “I’m Brazilian, and I never give up!” Luciano replied. Martín’s eyes widened a bit. “You are something else.” He commented, turning back to see if the professor has noticed he was not paying attention. “Fine, you win. I will go with you, but I will never talk to you again if you bore me.” Martín declared. “Oh no worries.” Luciano responded.

Luciano did not disturb Martín for the rest of the class until it ended. Martín and Luciano met again after class in order for Martín to give him directions to his apartment. “Don't be late, or else I won’t go.” Martín proclaimed. “Don't worry your pretty little head off, I will be there.” Luciano assured. “I will believe it when I see it.” Martín concluded as he walked off. Luciano turned the opposite way, silently congratulating himself on completing the first step to winning over the stubborn Martín Hernandez. Yeah I, I know it’s hard to remember

The people we used to be

It’s even harder to picture

That you’re not here next to me Luciano kept his promise when he arrived at Martín’s apartment a 6’o clock sharp. Luciano made sure to look fairly nice for his first date, even though Martín would probably deny that this would be called a date. But to Luciano, it certainly felt and looked like a date. Luciano walked up to Martín’s doorstep and rang the doorbell. Luciano put a mint in his mouth, waiting for Martín to appear, but to his surprise when the door open, he found himself facing a new face, one that looked foreboding, staring Luciano down. “Um…hello?” Luciano greeted meekly. “I’m here to pick up Martín?” The person didn’t take their eyes off of Luciano who started to get uncomfortable under the person’s intense gaze. “Martín, you have a guest,” they called. A few moments later, Martín appeared at the doorway much to Luciano’s relief. “Thanks Sebastián, you can go now.” Martín chided.

The two then walked to Luciano’s car and once they got in, they started to play 20 questions. “Who was that?” Luciano asked. “Oh, that was my cousin, Sebastián. I forgot to tell you I live with my cousins.” Martín explained.

“Cousins?” “Yeah, you've met Sebastián and then there is Daniel.”

“Oh, okay.” “So tell me more about you.” Martín urged, “Why did you want to study at this particular university?” “I wanted to do something in business and I also wanted to get away from my hometown. I love it, but a change of scenery is always welcomed.” “True, very true.” “Let’s see, I like to play volleyball, swim, capoeira-“ Luciano looked over at Martín for a moment when he heard him snicker. “Don’t laugh!” “Sorry, I should have know that you would have liked to do something particularly Brazilian.” “What’s that suppose to mean?” Luciano questioned. “Nothing, nothing.” The two got to the city and drove past uptown to downtown. Luciano parked at a public access parking lot and Martín asked, “So, where are we going?” “First, we are going to get something to eat.” Luciano said, “I’m hungry.” “All right, even if it’s a bit early to eat.” Martín commented.

They walked down to the boardwalk where there was a line of restaurants and small cafes, aligning themselves with the coast of the beach. Luciano walked up to one of the smaller restaurants that had an open balcony facing the glimmering ocean. “This way.” Luciano motioned, opening the door for Martín, who in turn have him an amused smile at him as Martín entered. The two were seated on the balcony whete they heard the crash of the waves and felt the warm ocean breeze caressing their faces and hair. “This is nice.” Martín commented, casting his eyes on the horizon, watching the setting sun. “Yeah, nice view.” Luciano nodded. He couldn’t help but notice how handsome Martín looked with the sunset’s glow on his skin and hair. Luciano shook himself awake before Martín would realize he was staring at him. “Now tell me a bit about yourself.” Luciano asked Martín. “Let’s see, well, I like to socialize, have fun. I am pretty good at black jack.” “All right, that’s a start.” “And I used to tango for a long time.” “Tango? Really?” “Yes, really.” Martín affirmed. “My parents were flamenco dancers, and tried to introduce me to the style, but I never got a hang of it. Instead, they introduced me to tango. Apparently that was my niche.” “Do you still tango?” “Not anymore. The university does offer dancing classes but not specifically to tango, but I guess it was time that I quit anyway.” “That’s me and capoeira.” Luciano responded. “I loved capoeira, but since the university doesn’t offer anything like capoeira, I had to take a hiatus from it. I feel as thought I will get rusty.”

“Yeah, I feel the same way with tango.” Martín echoed. “What other hobbies do you have?” Luciano asked. “Well, I like listening to music, that’s just a normal, bland one.” Martín said. “Oh, okay, then what kinda of music? “ Luciano asked, trying to get more information out of Martín.

“I don’t know. Genres like longue, dance, pop, jazz, tango.” “You would.” Luciano laughed. “Of course.” Martín insisted. “When you are used to dancing to the music of the tango, once can't help but grown a certain fondness for it.” “It’s true. I have a fondness for choro, samba, rock, jazz as well, something relaxing.” Martín hummed in agreement. The two sat in silence for awhile, watching the sun set over the ocean. Their food arrived and the two happily started munching on their dinner. The two talked more as they ate their meal and became much friendlier and open with each other. By the time they finished their meal, Luciano and Martín were fully engrossed in each other. Their conversations ranged from their likes to dislikes, to their families and future plans. When they finally left, the sun had long gone, and Luciano lead Martín to a casino, knowing Martín would want to try his skills out in poker and blackjack. “Do you feel lucky?” Lucino asked. “I have always had luck on my side.” Martín stated in a matter-of-fact tone. Luciano smirked. “If you say so.”

Martín sat down at the black jack table and was given chips when he gave the dealer money in exchange. “Watch and learn.” Martín boasted to Luciano. For most of the games, Martín did very well. He won most of the games, and lost only one or two. Luciano did have to admit, he was impressed with Martín’s card skills. When Martín decided to finally stop playing, he had made a handsome profit.

“And that is how you play Black Jack.” Martín flanted. “Excellent play, oh Master of Black Jack.” Luciano exalted. Martín chuckled a bit. “Shall we continue?” he suggested. “Let’s!” Luciano agreed. The two then went to another room room that led to billards. When they entered, Luciano and Martín were amazed at the number of billard tables; there were plenty of them for the two to use. Luciano and Martín walked over to an empty one and gathered up the cue sticks. “So you like billards as well?” Luciano asked, rubbing chalk on the tip of the cue stick.

“I play for leisure in my earlier teenage years. I thought it was pretty fun.”

“Yeah, billards is one of my favorite games ever. “Luciano remarked. “I used to play a lot with my friends in Brazil.”

Martín gathered up the cue balls in the triangle mold and put it away when the ball where in their correct formation. Luciano scooped up the cue ball and put it down in front of the formation, aligning up his cue stick for his first shot to break them. “All right, your turn.” Luciano proclaimed. Martín hummed as he aligned his cue stick with the cue ball. “You sound confident.”

Luciano chuckled a bit. “If you were not confident, you won’t win the game.” The two played billards for what seemed like a few minutes but before they knew it, it was nearly 1 in the morning. Martín and Luciano were reluctant to leave, but they needed to, lest Martín’s cousins would call a search party for him and hunt Luciano down.

The car ride back to the apartment was rather silent, making Luciano feel uncomfortable and somewhat anxious. Did Martín not enjoy himself? Did he not like the place they went to? Did Martín hate him now? These thoughts ran through his head as he drove the last strip to Martín’s apartment.

As Luciano parked in front of the apartment, Martín let himself out. Luciano got out as well, accompanying Martín to the door. The two were silent for a moment until Luciano cleared his throat to extinguish the awkward pause.

“So I hope you had fun tonight, “ he mumbled, rubbing he back of his neck. Martín nodded, but said nothing, an impassive look on his face. Luciano’s sense of dread heightened, seeing no reaction from the other. Luciano’s anxiousness started to grown into frustration.

“Okay! You can say it! What did I do wrong?” Luciano ranted. “Was it the restaurant? The games? The places? What did you not like?”

“Luci-“ “I mean, yes, I make mistakes. I didn’t know ask you before what you liked or what you didn’ t like. My mistake!” “Lu-“ “I mean, I should have done my research. Maybe you didn’t like the music. Hell, maybe going downtown was not your thing. Maybe you don't like loud places. I’m sorry for not thinking about it! I’m sorry for wasting your t-“ Luciano was cut off by a hand pulling his face up and he felt soft lips upon his. They stayed like that for a few moments, basking in each other’s company and Luciano too, closed his eyes, enjoying this warming sensation. Martín released Luciano and gave him a grin. “Shut up, you idiot. I had a great time.” Lucano was still stunned from the kiss, his eyes were wide and he has a flabbergasted look painted on his face. He shook himself out of his stupor as he tried to form words once more. “O-oh! T-that’s great! Heh, I’m glad, really glad!”

“You like to drabble on don't you?” Luciano pouted. “Hey…”

“So I guess I shall be seeing you here next week for our second date, won’t I?” Luciano, still recovering, was confused at first until Martín’s words sunk in and he nodded vigorously. “Y-yeah! Sounds great!” “Great, Good night now.” Martín said sweetly, winking at Luciano as he went inside his apartment.

When Martín firmly closed the door, Luciano jumped into the air, excited and ecstatic about how everything went. This night had gone perfectly. You say it's too late to make it, But is it too late to try? And in our time that you wasted

All of our bridges burned down. Luciano and Martín had their second date that week. They went on a boat, ate dinner and enjoyed gliding on the sparkling waters. And like their first date, Martín rewarded Luciano with a kiss. And this is how it was like for their third date, their fourth date, their fifth, their sixth…

Before Luciano and Martín knew it, they had graduated and had their whole lives in front of them. However, Luciano was more apprehensive about the future than Martín was. Luciano worried about what Martín would do. Would he go somewhere else? Would he find a job that would make him move? Luciano did not want his future to not have Martín in it. In order to prevent a possible break in their relationship, Luciano decided that he and Martín should get an apartment together and find local jobs. The question was, where? Luciano was reluctant, but he decided that he would move to Argentina in order to be with Martín and keep his happiness intact Martín was very surprised by Luciano’s decision, but at the same time very grateful for his sacrifice.

The two found an apartment that was in the perfect location of their jobs. Luciano was hired as a consultant for a business company. Then Martín landed a job as a bartender after training. They enjoyed their simple life together. Luciano would come home around 5 or 6 before Martín would have to leave for his night shift at the bar. The two treasured the hour they could be together before Martín would leave. The two would also eat dinner within this precious hour as they talked about their day to each other, their stories being vastly different from each other. Then before Martín would leave, they would kiss and wave goodbye to each other before parting.

Martín would arrive after his night shift when Luciano was still asleep. Luciano never needed an alarm clock for Martín would wake him up with a nudge to the shoulder and a “good morning” kiss. When Luciano dragged himself out of bed, Martín would help him dress and fix him breakfast. Then Luciano was about to leave, Martín would kiss him, like when they would leave to go to his job.

Their lives were not picture perfect, but they were happy. One day on a rare circumstance they had a day off on the same day. Lucano suggested they go back to the beach where they spent their first date. Martín was perplexed but went along with Luciano’s scheme for they lived fairly far away from the coast. When they arrived at the beach, the sun was setting over the horizon, painting the ocean rich colors of red, yellow, and orange.

Martín smiled at the beach, remembering four years ago when he and Luciano came to this each. It remained a fond memory of his; a treasure he would never forget. Martín was woken up from is sensation of nostalgia by Luciano taking his hand into his and leading them to the sand. Martín smiled a bit as he watched the waves lap at their feet as they walked on the shore. Martín looked over to Luciano who wore a serious expression on his face. “Hey what’s wrong?” Martín asked gently. Lucianio woke himself up by shaking his head. “

“Oh nothing, sorry about that. I must have zoned out or something.”

“Well you did just drive 3 hours just to get to this place. I would imagine you would be a bit tired.” Martín explained. Luciano nodded and the two continued to walk on the banks.

They got to a point on the beach where the sun hit just the right on the horizon, making the whole setting radiantly glow. The beach was filled with a wondrous palette of warm colors. “This is gorgeous.” Martín whispered awe stricken at the scene. Luciano nodded in agreement, still having a solemn look on his face. Martín looked over and grew concerned why his boyfriend was not enjoying himself since it was his idea that they drive all the way here. “Luciano, what’s wrong?” Martín inquired, looking at Luciano straight in the eyes. Lucianio took a step back, seeing Martín’s brilliant green eyes boring into his. Luciano had seen Martín up close numerous times, but he seemed different right now; the way his eyes glimmered, the way his mouth titled slightly down, the way the sunset’s glow danced on his skin. Luciano realized how stunning Martín truly was during this moment, as they were face to face. Luciano shook his head, “No, nothing is wrong at all,” he reassured, breaking contact with Martín’s gaze. Martín huffed a bit. “Something is on your mind and keeping you distracted. You’re the one who wanted to come here in the first place. And you’re acting like you're not having a good time the moment we first arrived. So spill it, why aren’t you happy?” And again Luciano shook his head. “No, I told you, nothing’s wrong. Nothing’s wrong at all.” Martín’s frown deepened.

“Now you're just blatantly lying. Something’s bothering you but you won’t tell me what. Was it something at work? Was it something someone sis or say? Was it something that I did or say? You have to tell or else we won’t be able to figure this out.”

“No, Martín, nothing is bothering me. Not about work, not about anyone, not about you. I swear.” Lucianio insisted

“Really? If you’re going to be an idiot and stubborn like this, we might as well go home.” Martín declared, turning away from Luciano to go back to the car. However, Martín was stopped in his tracks when he felt Luciano wrap his lean arms around him, hugging Martín from behind. Martín sighed as he felt Lucianio’s warmth seep into his back. “Are you going to tell me now?” Martín asked. Martín felt Luciano’s answer as he nodded in the back of his shirt. Martín turned around to look at Luciano as he let go of Martín. Lucianio still wore a serious expression on his face, but Martín let it go for the moment.

“All right,” Lucianio said, giving a shaky exhale before starting. “As I said before, there us nothing wrong at work or with anyone. What I have on my mind does concern you.”

“Me?” Martín asked, confused. Luciano let out another shaky breath. “It’s nothing bad, I swear,” he assured, “I’ve had this on my mind for awhile.”

“So what is it?” Luciano closed his eyes before opening them once again to speak. “We’ve been dating for nearly four years now. At first, I will admit, I had no idea that we would in such a serious relationship. I was challenged by some classmates to ask you out, and thought nothing would really come out of it. But now I am glad that things have turned out the way they have, I wouldn’t want it have it any other way. And if I had to do it all over again, I would.”

“Luci-“ “I guess what I am trying to say,” Luciano continued. “I can’t see my life without you in it. I want, I need you in my life. I loved you for all these years and I will continue to do so even beyond when I die. I can never see myself loving someone else as much as I love you. You’re my other half, you light up my world. You're my shelter, my comfort, my everything. My life would never be complete without you in it.” Luciano took a breath before starting to talk once more. “What I am saying is, I love you so much, and I hope to be more to you and continuing loving you through the good times and bad. I want to be with you, I want to be able to follow you wherever you may tread. I want to be beside you without fail. The only place I can see myself is at your side, and nowhere else. I promise to remain with you as well. I will be your anchor, your security, your protection if you wish me to be such. My love for you is boundless and unlimited and that is how it will remain.” Martín was silenced by Lucianio’s confession and was taken back when he saw Lucianio starting to get down on one knew, looking back up at Martín.

“What I am saying is, I want to continue to be with you, and I ask if you want the same. Will you marry me, Martín Hernandez?”

Martín was still stunned into silence, but he quickly shook himself out of his stupor as he leaned over to kiss Luciano on the lips. Martín’s tongue slid into Luciano’s mouth, their tongues grazing over each other. Once they finished their passionate kiss, Martín brought his mouth close to Lucianio’s ear. “If that wasn’t a good enough answer for you, then I don’t know what would be,” he whispered. Luciano’s eyes brightened as he pulled Martín down on the soft sand to start their fiery kissing once more. As they drove him, Martín examined his new accessory on his left ring finger. The band of silver was simple, only a few details with a small, encrusted diamond in the center, but nothing too loud or gaudy. Martín moved his hand around, trying to get a better look at the ring close up. Lucianio laughed and rolled his eyes at Martín’s antics. “By the way you’re acting, you prefer having the ring rather than your newly acquired fiancé.” Martín too laughed.

“Do I sense some jealousy?” he teased. “None at all.” “Uh-huh.” “I love you.” Lucianio stated.

“I love you too.” Martín echoed, giving Luciano’s free hand a squeeze. Luciano flashed a loving smile to Martín as they made their way back home.

I’ve wasted my nights

You turned out the lights

Now I’m paralyzed

Till stuck in time

When we called it love,

But even the sunset sets in paradise

Besides getting engaged, Luciano and Martín’s lives remained relatively unchanged. Martín continued as a bartender downtown and Luciano’s job remained the same. Martín noticed that he and Lucianio too remained the same as well; their routines and personalities remained untouched. For awhile, Martín and Luciano were abuzz with excitement from getting engaged, telling coworkers, friends, and family, but it gradually died down. However, when Martín told Lucianio his parents wanted them to come over to their place, Luciano became frazzled. He had heard stories about Martín’s parents; his mother, a fiery-tempered, no-nonsense Italian, his father, a laid back, free spirited Spaniard. Luciano thought Martín’s Italian side showed through more than his Spanish side. Lucianio was somewhat hesitant at first, but he resigned to going, knowing that he would have to meet his future in-laws at some point. And he would also want to be in their good graces so they would not make his life a living hell.

So before Luciano knew it, he was on a plane heading towards Spain where Martín’s parents live. Luciano had to wonder why Martín chose Argentina to study in the first place; it was so far away! Luciano turned to his fiancé who was watching the clouds go by. “Say Martín.” “Hm?”

“Why did you go to Argentina in the first place? I mean it’s so far away from your home.” Martín chuckled.

“Ah, well, you know when you have clingy, over-protective parents who want to hold your hand like a child, you’d naturally want to get away in order to live your life. I went over to Argentina since I got a scholarship and I knew I could adapt better to living there. It really was all for the better in the end. I met you of course.” Luciano smiled and gave Martín a peck on the lips. Once the two got to Spain, they called for a taxi that would bring them to Martín’s parents’ house. What they two did not count on was taxi arriving nearly half an hour later than the promised time. Martín was about to tell the taxi driver off once they finally did arrive but Lucianio kept Martín calm throughout the ride. As the taxi ride went farther and farther from the city, Luciano’s tension mounted. What if Martín’s parents’ didn’t approve of their engagement? What if? Luciano’s train of thought was diverted when he felt Martín’s lips on his.

“Hey, don’t zone out on me yet,” Martín said playfully.

“Never my love.” Luciano replied, as he reached over to grasp Martín’s hand.

The taxi ride finally came to an end when the two pulled up to a fairly large, elaborate house. The courtyard fountain and the gates surrounding the property mesmerized Luciano. Once more, the hundreds upon hundreds of flowers only added to the beauty of the house. There were so many flowers and so much greenery that created an almost whimsical, fantasy setting.

“Come on.” Martín urged, taking Luciano out of his trance. As Martín and Luciano walked up with their luggage, the door opened to present two figures coming out ot receive the couple.

“Martín!” a pleasant, feminine voice called out. Martín’s eye lit up when he saw a quaint, petite woman running to him. “Mama!” he replied holding out his arms. The woman threw her arms around Martín as he spin her around.

“Oh, Martín, I’ve missed you so much.” She cooed, tip-toeing to give her son a kiss on the cheek.

“Mother!” Martín groaned as his mother started to kiss his cheeks all over. Then a lean man, who Lucianio deduced was Martín’s father followed out as well.

“Now, now, let’s not kill Martín by smothering him to death with love.” He said gently. The woman let go of Martín with a playful pout. “I haven’t seen our beloved Martín in such a long, long time. A mother can’t help but want to smother her returning child with love.” Martín;s father laughed, and then he turned he attention to Luciano. “Martín, this must be your fiancé, Lucianio, correct?” Luciano rubbed the back of his head nervously. The woman then walked over to Luciano, looking up at him from head to toe.

“Hmmm…a bit smaller than you. I’m surprised. However, built, and athletic.” The woman then took a step back, crossing her arms as she continued to profile Luciano, who laughed nervously.

Luciano was taken by surprise when the woman held her hand out to him. Martín decided it was time for him to step in for a bit.

“Yes, Mama, Papa, this is Luciano da Silva, my fiancé.”

“Uh-huh.” Martín’s mother replied. “Lovina Vargas.” She replied, holding her hand out to Luciano once more.

Luciano grasped her hand tentatively and shook it. “Please to finally meet you.” He said shaking her hand. Lovina’s stare only grew more intense as Luciano shoo kher hand. Then Martín’s father walked up to introduce himself.

“And I’m Antonio.”

Lucianio nodded his way. “Pleasure as well.” “Come on in.” Antonio invited, motioning the two to enter the house. As Luciano entered the house he was greeted with splashes of colors and mystifying treasures. The house was decorated with an eclectic collection but yet was balanced; an immersion of Italian and Spanish tastes. The four sat in the living room filled with paintings and bright adornments. Luciano could take years to look around the room, but would never be able to identify every detail and nick-nack of the room. Lucianio and Martín faced Lovina and Antonio as they began to converse. “So Luciano, tell us about yourself.” Lovina requested.

“Well, I am from Brazil for starters.”

“How about your family?”

“I have many relatives, all spread out across the globe. I sometimes communicated with them, but it is very expensive and difficult with timezones, but I love them nonetheless. “ “What about your parents?”

“Well,” Luciano began, “My mother was a very lovely, kind woman.”

“Was?” “Yes, she died when I was around 12 years old, so I was raised by my father for the most of my teenage years. It was rather difficult at first for he lived in Portugal while my mother and I lived in Brazil. So I had to adjust living in Portugal for awhile, but then I took the opportunity to move back to Brazil when I got the chance. Then I discovered a university in Argentina that offered exactly what I wanted to study. So I went there, and that’s how I met Martín.”

Antonio smiled. “I’m glad everything worked out in the end for you two.” “Thank you.” Lucianio responded, “I’m glad I moved or else I wouldn’t have met the love of my life.”

“Do you have any plans for the wedding yet?” Lovina asked. Martín and Luciano both laughed a bit.

“Well we are working on it. We have had some discussion about it, but nothing too serious or detailed yet.” Lucianio explained.

“I will let you know that we wish to help you two plan in anyway way we can.” Antonio commented.

“Thanks Papa.” Martín said, happy that his parents were willing to help them even though they were thousands of miles away.

The four then fixed up some dinner, knowing that Martín and Luciano were probably starving. Lucianio made sure he was helpful setting up or cooking, wanting to include himself in the family. As Martín and Antonio were setting up the dinner table, he and Lovina were in the kitchen. Luciano felt very awkward working in silence with Lovina , until she spoke up. “Luciano.” She said, turning her attention to him.

“Yes, ma’am?” Luciano asked. “Do you love my son?” Luciano was a bit shocked by such a sudden question. Lovina asked again.

“Do you love my son?” Luciano was still puzzled why Lovinao would ask at all. “I do. I really do.” Lucianio stated. Lovina nodded slowly. “I know you do or else you wouldn’t have proposed to him. I just don't want to see my son hurt.” A solemn silence fell upon the kitchen until Luciano broke it.

“I promise you. I would never do anything or say anything that would hurt him. I love him too much for me to even think of doing such a thing. I want him to be happu and loved, and I want you to be happy as well.”

Lovina gave Lucianio a small smile. “That puts me at ease, Luciano. I would love to have you as a part of this family.”

Luciano flashed a wide, bright smile and threw his arms around the petite Italian woman. “Hey!” she yelped as Luciano hugged her.

When Luciano and Lovina finished up cooking dinner, the four gathered around in the dining room. The atmosphere was jovial, and warm; they joked and laughed for what seemed like hours.

After they cleaned up and put their dishes away, it was already past midnight and the fatigue from traveling so long set into Luciano and Martín. The four went up the stairs and Lovina and Antonio bid the other two goodnight. Martín was eager to show Lucianio his room. When they entered, Luciano was somewhat surprised to see how simple and minimalistic Martín’s room was compared to downstairs. A few decorations and paintings were on the walls but it was not as bedecked in comparison. Martín lead Luciano to the bed on side of the room.

“It’s somewhat plain compared to the rest of the house, but I like it that way. “Martín explained.

“It’s fine.” Lucinao reassured. “I like it.”

“Yeah, now come on. I’m tired.” Martín declared, stripping himself of his clothes to his boxers and climbing into the bed. Luciano too undressed himself to his boxers and followed after Martín. They snuggled up to each other, gathering each other’s body heat and Lucianio stole a kiss from Martín being in such close contact. “Love you.” Luciano whispered against Martín’s mouth.

“You too. Good night.” Martín breathed as the two slowly drifted off to sleep.

I’m at a payphone trying to call home

All of my change I have spent on you

Where have the times gone, baby it’s all wrong

Where are the plans we made for two? If Happy Ever After did exist

I would still be holding you like this

All those fairy tales are full of it

One more stupid love song, I’ll be sick

When their time with Martín’s parents ended, they were actually reluctant to leave. Luciano has a wonderfully pleasant time getting acquainted with Lovina and Antonio. He learned that if he got to know Lovina better, she would be more open and truthful to him. Lucianio was very glad that she was on her good side. Luciano also seemed to bond with Antonio as well. On one occasion they talked to for hours on end about their interests and hobbies and what not. Over all, it was a very pleasant time for everyone. When Lucianio and Martín returned home, the atmosphere of their tiny apartment was jubilant and giddy once again.

However, they also fell into their daily routine; back to work and back to their busy schedules. Martín continued his job as a bartender, but he decided to change his schedule around in order to have a longer weekend. Although, little did they know their lives would change with a phone call on Luciano’s cell phone. Oh, you turned your back on tomorrow

‘Cause you forgot yesterday

I gave you my love to borrow

But you, just gave it away

Martín was excited to say the least. Lucianio got a call from his boss who was telling him that Lucianio got a promotion. However, he would need to move to Brazil for he had been moved to a new office. Luciano nearly jumped through the roof when he got the news’ he was going back to his home country. Martín was happy for Lucianio who reassured Martín that he did not mind living in Argentina, but it would be a nice change of scenery for the both of them.

The two packed up for Brazil a few weeks later when they found a place near Luciano’s work place. The apartment they found was a lot bigger than their original one in Argentina. Martín liked how much moving room he had compared to the other one as well. The masterbedroom also had double doors leading to the room with a large bathtub and hot tub; certainly a step up from how they were living previously. Martín certainly didn’t mind the change of scenery, but he did like their cozy apartment in Argentina, but he would get used t it and eventually learn to love it.

Luciano’s promotion meant he did get a higher salary, but it also mean he would be on business trips as well. Martín was fine with Luciano being away for a couple of days, it was healthy for their relationship anyway; they did not need to be in each other’s presence. If they were too clingy, they would grow sick of each other. Lucianio, too, thought thus would be good for their relationship too for when he retuned he would be kissed and had much to tell Martín than having to convey the same story again and again in his precious position.

Martín also found a new bartending job in the city and was welcomed with open arms. Because of his excellent social skills and friendly personality, he became a quick favoriye of the bar, staff, and customers. Martín’s only obstacle was the language barrier. Luckily Luciano had been teaching him Portuguese, however Martín tried to do his best speaking wise even if he did mess up sometimes. For the time being, Luciano and Martín were content with their lives once more.

You can’t expect me to be fine

I don’t expect you to care

I know I’ve said it before

But all out bridges have burned down

Martín sighs as he stirs his coffee once more, the beverage now lukewarm in his hands. The resonating tick of the kitchen’s clock was the only noise that broke the heavy silence. Martín had not bothered to put the light on for the fading sun lit the room fairly well for the time being. Luciano was suppose to come back today from his business trip to…god knows where this time.

Martín looked up at the clock to see the hour hand sneaking closer and close to 7’o clock, the time in which his night shift started. Martín decided to get up in order to go to his and Luciano’s bedroom. He opened once of the double doors and shuffled inside, heading towards the closet. He fletched his bartender’s outfit and laid it out on the bed. The covers on one side of the bed were crinkled up while the other side of the bed remained smooth and relatively undisturbed.

Martín stripped himself of his casual clothes and put on his work clothes. Luciano had raised the question about why Martín still worked for Lucianio made enough money to support them both. Luciano’s answer was a playful punch to the arm and Martín saying he would die of boredom if he didn’t have a job. And besides, Martin had added, his income could be a supplement for any sudden expenses that may arise. Luckily, nothing has ever happened and Martín’s income was put aside for the wedding, whenever they would plan for it. The sound of the front door opening surprised Martín as he whipped his head around to see his fiancé open come through the doorway of their bedroom, looking rough and exhausted.

“Good evening.” Luciano said tiredly, as he slowly made his way over to Martín.

“Lucianio, I didn’t think you would be home at this time.”

“Yeah, flight was earlier than expected.” Luciano said, wrapping his arms around Martín, nuzzling his face in the crook of Martín’s neck. Martín took wrapped his arms around Luciano, feeling his tired fiancé lean heavily on him for support.

“I missed you.” Luciano mumbled into his neck.

“I did too.” Martín whispered, kissing the side of Luciano’s head. Martín then cupped Luciano’s face with his hands to bring his face up for a kiss on the lips.

“You’re getting rugged.” Martín commented. “You need to shave.”

“But it’s getting cold.” Luciano whined. “I want to grow a beard.”

Martín laughed. “You with a beard would be one of the most hilarious things I would ever see.” “Hey…” Luciano sulked. Martín chuckled, giving Luciano another kiss.

“Hmmmm…I’m tired.” Luciano whispered.

“I know.” Martín replied, leading Luciano to the bed. Luciano hummed gratefully as Martín took off his jacket and pants, leaving him in his more comfortable undershirt and boxers. Martín too lay right beside Luciano, taking a strand of his thick hair into his hands, twirling the strand around his finger.

“Don't you have work today?” Luciano murmured.

“Yeah, but I can be late. The boss likes me anyway, so she will give me some leeway this time.” Luciano gave a small grin.

“I thought of your everyday I wasn’t with you. I couldn’t wait to come home to be with you once more.”

Martín brought his hands around Luciano’s neck, gently massaging the tense muscles there. Luciano gave a satisfied purr as he felt Martín’s hands work their magic.

“There’s a saying that goes, ‘distance makes the heart grow fonder.’” Martín explained.

“That’s for sure.” Luciano said, closing his eyes, enjoying the feel of Martín’s hands.

“So how was your trip this time?”

“It was all right. The hotel the boss had me at was okay, well, there were a few things I would have changed.” Martín raised an eyebrow.

“Do tell me more.” Luciano snickered.

“Well, where to begin? Someone said they smelt smoke in the hotel and then before we knew it, the sprinklers went off and we all were running out of the hotel. Luckily everything calmed down after the fire brigade turned off the system. I was in the lobby when all of this was happening, so I was able to get out quickly. I was one of the lucky ones who put their clothes inside the drawers and closet along with my suitcases. So nothing got really wet or damaged.” “That's good, anything else?” “Nothing much really. I was either in meetings or ushered around here, there, and everywhere. I kinda wanted some down time to be honest. I would only return to the hotel for a little while and to sleep for a couple of hours. So I am glad to be home in my own bed and with you.”

Martín smiled and have a peck on Luciano’s lips.

“I better get going, you rest up since you have a day off from traveling tomorrow.” “And I shall enjoy it to the fullest.” Luciano declared.

“All right.” Martín said, giving Luciano another peck on his lips. “I will see you later.”

“Love you.” Luciano mumbled, slowly drifting to sleep.

“Love you too.” Martín echoed, quietly exiting the room.

I’ve wasted my night

You turned out the lights

Now I’m paralyzed

Still stuck in time when we called it love

Five years had gone since Luciano had asked Martín to marry him, however it appeared the subject of marriage was in the back of his mind. One time Martín brought up the question and Luciano was about to talk about it seriously, but he suddenly got a call from his boss and the subject was never brought up again.

Martín was watching TV on the couch when he heard the phone ringing. He reached over and plucked the phone out of its cradle to check the caller ID. Martín’s face lit up a bit when he saw who it was.

“Mama!” Martín said happily.

“Ah, Martín, it has been way too long since I last talked to you! How have you been?” “Pretty good. Everything is all right on my end. Aren’t you a bit tired though, I knew you and Papa just returned from that Mediterranean cruise. How was it?”

“Oh it was the most wonderful experience of my and your father’s lives! It was relaxing and invigorating at the same time. We had so much fun!” Martín laughed.

“I bet it was nice to see Italy once again.”

“Oh, you wouldn’t believe how happy I was to finally visit it again. I dragged your father everywhere, but it was so great to see everything. The only part that your father did not like was carrying around all the shopping boxes and bags. He was such a tropper. I made sure to repay him for his services.”

“Mama!” Martín exclaimed blushing. “Martín, keep your mind out of the gutter. I gave him a massage as a reward. We toured all around the sea, oh how I missed traveling.”

“I’m glad you were able to go back to Italy, you must have missed it.”

“I did , I did. It was nice seeing that a lot of things have changed since I had last been there, and then again, other parts had not changed at all. All in all, it was amazing, you need to see it one day.”

“Maybe one day, Mama.”

“So how have you and Luciano been?”

Martín was silent for a moment before answering. “He’s fine as well, being busy and productive.”

“I hope he put in some time in his busy schedule for you though.”

“Of course Mama.” A long pause settled between the two, then Lovina spoke up. “Martín, will you two ever get married?”

Martín was about to reply “of course,” but he held his tongue and muttered.

“One day.”

“Martín, it has been five years and you keeping saying ‘one day,’ ‘some day,’ or ‘eventually. I know you two are busy, but five years is too long. I’m not trying to pressure you into anything, I am just stating what I see.”

“I know Mama, it’s just that one thing has popped up and then we get busy or something else distracts us.”

“Martín, I said this to Luciano five years ago when you two traveled to Spain. I asked him, ‘do you really love my son?’ And he said yes. Martín, I don’t want to doubt him, but I am afraid he has given me no choice.”

“Mama, we do love each other, very much I promise. I will make sure we have a serious talk as soon as he returns home.”

“When will that be?”

“Well, he’s Costa Rica right now. I think he said he would be back in a week from now. “

“All right, I hope everything goes well for you two. I love you so much Martín.”

“ I love you too Mama.”

“I will talk to you later baby.”

“All right, take care Mama.”

Martín smiled when he heard his mother blow a kiss into the receiver as he ended he call. Martín sat on the couch, pondering over his mother’s words.

“When is definitely the question.” Martín thought, as he got up to do some chores around the place.

I am at a payphone trying to call home

All of my change I spent on you

Where have the times gone

Baby it’s all wrong, where are the plans we made for two? Martín was pleasantly surprised by a phone call he got from Sebastián the day after the call with his mother. Sebastián and Daniel decided to come up to visit him and would be arriving the next day. Martín was very excited for he had not see the since he and Luciano went up from when they were still living in Argentina to announce their engagement.

The next day rolled around ad Martín arrived at the café Sebastián and Daniel said to meet them at. Martín looked around for a bit until he saw the unmistakable forms of his cousins near the back. Martín hopped along over to the table and his cousins spotted him. Daniel was the first one to get up and put Martín in an awfully tight hug. Sebastián too came up to join in the embrace.

“It’s great to see you guys again.” Martín proclaimed, enjoying his cousins’ hugs once more.

“We’ve missed you too.” Daniel said, flashing Martín a bright, joyful smile.

“Daniel was bouncing up and down in the car with excitement, he was so eager to see you again.” Sebastián commented. Daniel looked back to Sebastián with a pout.

“So was not,” he uttered.

“Ah cute as ever.” Martín said, ruffling Daniel’s hair.

“Hey…” Daniel complained, putting his hands on top of his head.

“But I am just stating the truth.” Martín replied.

“He’s right.” Sebastián added. Daniel mocked a deafeted look.

“Now you two are just ganging up on me. “

“Awww, if you keep going cute things like that, me and Sebas will still keep calling you cute.” Martín remarked.

“Fine then. I guess I won’t do cute things from now on.”

Martín laughed at his cousin;s antics as they sat down at the table. Martín felt content being in the presence of his cousins once more. Even though they may have had a lot of drama when they were living together, the three truly loved each other and would never change that. Sure they had their arguments here and there but they were family, always and forever.

“So how have you two been?” Martín asked. Sebastián motioned for Daniel to go first.

“Nothing much has happened lately. I have been enjoying camping, and going on nature walks. Stuff like that. I have a new article out in a nature magazine that was featured as the cover story though.”

“That’s great.” Martín said proudly. “Congratulations.”

‘Thanks. I was really excited when I got the news. Oh, and I also got a new phone.” Martín sighed.

“And what number are we on for this month?” Daniel huffed.

“This is only number 2, thank you very much.”

“Wow a world record.”

“Tin is so mean.” Daniel whined.

“Let’s face it Dani. You and technology are not friends.” Sebastián commented.

“Well if technology wasn’t always trying to kill you, I would have a better relationship with it.” Daniel stated.

“Aww, are the scary machines out to get you?” Martín teased.

“Why must you always hang that over my head? It was only one time! And the air conditioning had another thing coming after it spewed water out at me.”

“Yes, yes the big, bad air conditioning was plotting to take over the world.”

“I will never do anything ‘cute’ for you again.” Daniel mumbled.

Martín chuckled. “Sorry Dani, you are too precious for your own good.” He then turned his attention to Sebastián. “So what have you been up to nowadays?”

“Well,” Sebastián began, clearing his throat. “Not a lot has happened since we last talked. Work has not been as stressful, which has been nice. Otherwise, it has been rather calm in my area.”

“No news is good news as the saying goes.” Martín remarked.

“How has Luciano been?” Oh no, the dreaded question once more. “From what I can tell, he’s been doing well. I’m sorry you guys weren’t able to meet him this time around.” Martín answered. “Where is he now?”

“Costa Rica. His boss wanted him to go to a meeting there to discuss some important business deals.”

“He seems to be constantly traveling nowadays.” Daniel observed.

“Yeah, but he’s got a job to do.” Martín justified.

“It’s seems as though he’s not talking any time to be with you.” Sebastián muttered.

“Of course he does when he’s at home.” Martín remarked.

“At home at least.” Martín exhaled a harsh sigh.

“He doesn’t ignore me of that is what you are implying.”

“No, that’s not what I meant.” Sebastián retorted.

“Tincho, Sebas, let’s not argue.” Daniel suggested.

“I wasn’t arguing.” Martín claimed, getting annoyed. The air became more uncomfortable the longer the silence lingered around the cousins.

“Martín, I don’t mean to out a damper on anything, and you have probably heard this before, but have your ever considered Luciano may not be ready for commitment?” Sebastián proposed. Martín’s eyes widened.

“What?”

“Think about it. You tell us that when he and you try to discuss the wedding, he either gets distracted or something else pops up. And it’s been that way for 5 years now. I don't mean to play devil’s advocate, but in all honesty, I don’t think Luciano is serious about marriage.” Martín fell silent at Sebastián’s words, contemplating them.

Luciano had always been nonchalant about discussing wedding plans. At first it was not a big deal; things were hectic at the time, it was understandable why they would barely discuss wedding plans then.

But this was now.

They were financially stable, independent, had jobs, a place to live, they had all the positive factors to be married, heck, they have lived together for five years now. So it begs the question, why haven't they married yet? Martín absentmindedly toyed with his engagement ring.

“Martín.” Daniel piped up, trying to get a reaction for his cousin.

“I know. I would rather not think about it, but you’re right. We've been engaged for five years, more than enough time to plan and have a wedding by now. Luciano and I are just being very laid back about the subject so there is no pressure on either of us.”

“Basically, you both have not been very serious about the situation.” Sebastián concluded. Martín nodded his head. Sebastián sighed, sounding a bit sad.

“I’m sorry Martín. I know I am being upfront about this, but I hate seeing you suffer like this. You have been ready to get married from the start and Luciano has been making you wait for so long that I can see that his hesitation and indecisiveness s affecting you greatly. I don't want to see you hurt.” Martín bit lip, a tightness creeping up in his throat.

“Martín, Sebas is right. I don’t want to see you hurt either.” Daniel added. Martín gripped his hands together on the table.

“So what should I do?” he asked solemnly.

“Demand that you talk. Seriously this time.” Sebastían declared. “You must be imperative and clear whether he is ready to marry you.”

“And if it turns out badly?” “You can always find comfort with family.” Martín nodded, feeling a bit nervous.

“All right, I will do it. When he returns home, we will talk.”

“Sound like a plan.” Sebastián assured.

“Everything will be all right, no matter how many obstacles you have to conquer, you will always have mine and Sebas’ support, no mater what happens.” Daniel stated as well. “Thank you. You guys are the best cousins anyone could have.” Martín thanked.

“I will hold you to that.” Sebastián commented.

“Hey, don’t let your ego grow.” Martín chastised.

The three cousins went on to joke, converse, and have fun, not knowing what may happen to Martín and Luciano in the future.

If Happy Ever After did exist

I would still be holding you like this

All those fairytales are full of it

One more stupid love song, I’ll be sick

Now I’m at a payphone

Martín was seated at the kitchen table when he heard the front door of the apartment open. He got up to greet Luciano, who sported a thinly trimmed beard and scruff.

“Hey baby.” Luciano greeted tiredly.

“Hey.” Martín replied, enclosing Luciano into a “welcome back” hug. Lucianio sighed, satisfied with the welcoming committee.

“Can I make you some coffee?” Martín offered.

“Sounds lovely.” Lucianio said, trailing Martín to the kitchen. Martín put the coffee maker on as Luciano slumped into a chair at the table.

“How was Costa Rica?” Martín asked.

“It was actually very pleasant. The people were welcoming and super nice. The hotel I stayed at was marvelous. The company even paid for me to get a massage at the hotel’s spa, it was the best thing ever. I wish I could go back” Martín’s mouth twitched, hearing how Luciano was having such a great time without him. Whenever Martín tagged along with Luciano to go on trips, there was guaranteed to be some sort of conflict or complaint made along the way. So apparently Lucianio did absolutely fine without him.

Martín poured the coffee into two mugs and held one out to Luciano who happily accepted the mug.

“Thank you.” Luciano said, blowing on the hot beverage to cool it off. Martín sat down too, a look of intent on his face.

“Luciano we need to talk.”

“All right, what about?”

“Wedding plans.” Martín said simply. Luciano’s expression changed to one that appeared uncomfortable and nervous when this subject was brought up once more.

“Oh okay.”

“What? That’s it? All you say is, ‘oh okay?”

“I’m sorry, I’m a bit tired, you can’t blame me.”

“Hm…amyway, what were you thinking as an appropriate time for it?”

“I don't know, whatever pleases you.” Martín started to get annoyed.

“Come on, you have to give me more feedback than that.”

“Seriously, I don’t mind. You can pick whenever.”

“Luciano, be serious about this.”

“I am serous.” Martín’s annoyance started to morph into anger.

“From what I have observed all these years, no, you have not been serious. Whenever we even try to discuss wedding plans, you barely put in any input. That is not helping to make this happen!”

“What do you want from me?” Lucianio asked, raising his voice.

“I want you to be serious about this!”

“I told you I am serious.”

“You say that but actions speak louder than words Luciano. And from you, I have seen little to no action in contributing input.”

“Well I am sorry that I have been so busy trying to earn a living Martín.” Something in Martín snapped.

“Don't you dare use that excuse on me, Luciano da Silva! You know damn well we have had plenty of time to have a serious discussion and you have brushed it off every single time. I am tired of your carefree attitude and utter ignorance!”

“What? How can you say that? I have been busy traveling, trying to maintain a good, stable career so I can take care of us, and I return home to have you yelling at me when I am tired as hell!”

“Well then, I’m sorry that we can’t have a decent conversation because you are tired. Well you know what Luciano, I’m tired as well! I’m tired of your indecisiveness and carefree attitude. I don't think you realize how much you laid back attitude about this affect me, affects us.”

“Okay, how about this Martín. Let’s get married next week, No! Let’s get married this weekend. Even better, let's get married tomorrow! Yes, it would be very short notice, but-“

“STOP!” Martín yelled out. “Just stop it!” he felt the corner of his eyes start burning. “All those words meant nothing to me. They were empty, heartless, cold. How could you even suggest such a thing with such careless manner? They hurt Lucino! They hurt!”

“Martín-“

“You weren’t serious, you never were! Those business trips were a means for you to escape and not have to think about marriage. A means of escape from commitment, from being ‘tied’ down to me. I should have known.”

“Martín please-“

“No Lucinao. I have waitied five years for you to make a decision now, we might as well not get married at all.”

“Martín wait! I’m sorry!” Luciano’s words fell on deaf ears as Martín got up from the table and walked briskly to the bedroom.

“Martín!” Luciano called out to him, running to try and catch up to the tall blonde. Luciano got to their bedroom door to find out they were locked up tight.

“Martín! Martín! I’m sorry! I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were suffering so much.” Luciano shouted, hoping his words were getting through to Martín. However Martín ignored his words as he was curled up on the bed, hugging his pillow to his chest, tears silently falling down his cheeks.

“I should have known.” Martín said to himself. “I should have known he would just act the same way. I was so foolish to believe we could work this out. I wasted all these years, just blindly waiting on empty promises. It was all worthless.”

Martín heard Luciano’s shouts through the door, but ignored them. Luciano continued to call out to Martín through the doors for hours until he was too tired and slid down the door. He gathered up his knees to his chest and put his head on his folded arms, hoping Martín wouldn’t be able to hear his muffled sobs. Luciano’s wish was granted for Martín had cried himself to sleep.

I’m at a payphone trying to call home

All of my change I spent on you

Where have the times gone

Baby it’s all wrong, where are the plans we made for two?

The morning sun’s warmth woke Martín up the next day, feeling groggy and tired. He noticed that the covers had been put around him and he clutched them closer to him. Martín lay like that for a little while until he decided he had to get up.

When he turned to get up, he noticed a large bouquet of flowers on his nightstand. Martín sat up and smiled a bit at the beauty of the flowers. He then plucked the card from the bouquet, reading the message.

“My boss suddenly wanted me to go to Argentina for a few days. I’m sorry for what I said. I love you so much. Luciano.”

Martín’s smile faded. He looked back to the flowers then back to the card once more. He sighed sadly.

“Nothing will change when he returns, nothing ever will.”

Martín got up to do his morning routine and got dressed in some comfortable clothes. He went to the kitchen to make some coffee and cook up a small breakfast. Martín sat himself in front of the TV as he ate, not really focusing on the program showing. When Martín finished, he cleaned up the dishes and went back to watching TV.

Martín sat there for awhile, growing bored of whatever he was not watching when it hit him. He wouldn’t be able to stand himself If he kept being idle. Taking no action was not the answer Martín wanted and here, he would keep on waiting for something to happen, for Luciano to finally say or do something. Martín got up, he had decided.

He went back to the bedroom to fetch his cellphone. He browsed through his contacts until he found the person he was looking for. He pushed the send button, waiting for the other person to pick up.

“Hello?” a sleepy voice answered from the other line.

“Hey sorry for calling so early. I was wondering if you could do me a favor.”

If Happy Ever After did exist

I would still be holding you like this

All of those fairytales are full of it

One more stupid love

“Hello?” Luciano asked, rubbing his eyes trying to stave off sleepiness.

“Luciano, it’s Martín.” Luciano’s eyes went wide.

“Martín! Why are you calling from another phone? Is something wrong? “

“No, nothing is wrong.” Martín replied.

“All right, why are you calling so late if nothing is wrong?”

“Because I felt as though you should know.”

“I should know what?” Luciano heard Martín breathe out a shaky breath. “Martín?”

“I got to thinking when you have been gone. Thinking about what the future holds, for you, for me, for us. I no longer see us. There will never be an us.”

“Martín, what are you talking about?”

“I do admit, I was foolish in the beginning. Thinking that there would be a future for us. I continued to wait, to hope that, ‘yes , this time will surely be it. Surely this time.’ But I guess I was wrong. I’ve been wrong for five years.”

“Martín-“

“You are not entirely at fault. Yes, your carefree attitude and empty promises were a factor, but my foolishness and naivety also played a big role. And for that, I am sorry. It wasn’t your constant indecision and empty words, it was the wait that I had to go through that was the most agonizing to me. A wait that I knew would continue and when you would return, I knew nothing would change. You would go away and I would wait; it was our routine, A cycle that I saw no end to. But as I said, it is not all your fault, yes your job had a high demand, and I completely understood that. But it was a big factor for being a distraction for you, a mechanism for you to escape from what might be headed for you in the future. Something you were not comfortable with, were not ready for.”Luciano didn’t say anything and Martín continued.

“I would also like to thank you, for being with me for all these years. I don't think I could ever love someone as much as you. I have made some precious memories with you and I will never forget them. I won’t say I regret these years with you, I will never say that I did not enjoy your companionship, friendship, and love. I will always treasure them, no matter what.”

“Martín, what are you saying?” Luciano whispered. “I have had enough. I’ve realized that if I continue to stay with you, we will only hurt each other. My wait would have continued and we would have slowly wasted away. I don’t know if you are ready to move one, but I am.”

“Martín please-“

“I will never regret meeting you. I hope you can continue to live your life to the fullest and continue to pursue your own happiness. I am leaving Luciano.” A shock like sensation went through Luciano, paralyzing him to the core.

“M-Martín wait, let’s talk about this!”

“We have Luciano, we have multiple times, but you wouldn’t listen or seemed to care. Enough is enough; it is time that I move on. When you return to the apartment, I won’t be there. I’ve packed what necessities I needed to travel. Whatever else that belongs to me you can sell it or throw it away. The ring is on the kitchen counter; I hope you can get something from selling that as well. This is will be hard on both of us, Luciano, it will be, but eventually we will be able to move on with our heads up high and find someone else. Once again, thank you so much for taking care of me, I will still love you very much, as a dear friend.”

And with that, the line was cut. Luciano continued to hold his cell phone up to his ear, not moving from that position for a long time, in a trance about what had just happened. He finally moved once again when he fell back on the bed, covering his face with his forearm, over his eyes when tears threatened to fall once again.

Meanwhile, Martín hung up the receiver of the payphone, and exited the phone booth. He then fished through his pocket to take out his cell phone. Martín turned the device over to get to the battery pack. Martín wrenched the back cover open to get to the battery pack to rip that out and threw both the phone and battery pack in the trash can. The loud clank of the broken phone resonated, breaking the silence of the empty early morning, The only remnants of anything happening were the sounds of Martín’s clipped footsteps and wheeled suitcase that grew fainter and fainter.

Now I’m at a payphone…

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Living La Vida Loca-Episode Two- (Latin Hetalia)

Characters: Martín (Argentina), Manuel (Chile), Nicaragua (Ana), briefly Daniel (Paraguay), Sebastián (Uruguay) and Gregorio (Dominican Republic)

Rating: PG-13 Warnings: strong language, mild violence, possible OOCness, drug use, not Beta’d Summary: Martín Hernandez is looking for more out of life. As a wayward, bored detective with nothing to do, he wishes for something, anything to make his life exciting. However, he may regret his fervent wishes for some excitement when he learns the true meaning of living the crazy life.

Prologue

Episode One

It felt as though Martín just closed his eyes when all of a sudden his sleep was interrupted by his alarm clock. Martín groaned as he felt the kinks in his neck and back from sleeping in weird position flare up. Martín finally was able to reach over to the infernal alarm and shut it off. Martín continued to groan as he got out of bed and looked down to discover he was still wearing yesterday's clothes. Martín went to his closet and took out some new clothes before going to the bathroom to take a shower.

After doing his morning ritual, Martín traveled down to the hall to the dining table and sat himself down in one of the chairs in a daze. Martín wasn't paying attention when Daniel scooted over to him and set down a breakfast plate in front of him. "Good morning, sleepy head!" Daniel greeted. Martín tried to form a "good morning" back to Daniel, but all that came out of his mouth was a groan. Daniel giggled as he ruffled Martín's hair, getting his revenge from last night.

"Ow..." Martín whined as he felt Daniel tug on his hair a bit. Daniel chuckled as he went back to the kitchen. Martín held his head in his hands, and turned towards the door when he heard it open. Martín glowered at the person who just entered.

"You look like you're in a bad mood." Sebastián observed.

"Shut up, Sebas." Martín growled, rubbing his temples. Sebastián just returned from his morning jog and wiped the sweat from his brow with the towel hanging around his neck.

"You would feel better if you exercised more."

"I already get enough exercise."

"Sure you do. When you go outside to take a cigarette break."

"I have go outside, and then climb up and down the stairs. That's enough exercise to last me the day." Sebastián flashed Martín a look of disgust as he walked down to the bathroom to take a shower. Martín clicked his tongue and focused his attention on Daniel still in the kitchen.

"Are you going into work late today?" Martín asked.

"Not really. I will go at my regular time." Daniel replied. Martín laughed darkly. "You're lucky. You don't have to go anywhere unless you are called in."

"Well it is nice that I can somewhat determine my own hours."

"Yeah, you lucky duck." Martín responded. Daniel playfully stuck out his tongue at Martín. Martín smiled at him and turned to the breakfast plate in front of his. After a little while, Sebastián came out in clean clothes, looking refreshed.

"All clean?" Daniel asked. Sebastián nodded as he sat in the chair next to Martín. Daniel came over and set a breakfast plate in front of Sebastián.

"How can you get up so early just to run everyday?" Martín asked. Sebastián looked over at Martín with an incredulous look on his face.

"You would have more energy if you would go for a morning run, and didn't leave work unattended until the last minute." Martín scoffed.

"That wasn't my fault. If Chief hadn't given me that case to look over, I would have had a much better night's sleep." Martín finished up the breakfast plate, looked at his wristwatch, and gave an annoyed growl. "I'm late again."

"Better get going." Daniel piped up.

"Yeah, no need to tell me twice." Martín said, getting his coat from the hall closet.

"Are you going to get coffee before you leave?" Daniel called out before Martín completely exited the apartment.

"Dont' have time!" Martín called back. Martín walked fast to the coffee shop and entered to be pleasantly surprised there was no one in line. He rushed up to the counter and called out to get Gregorio's attention. "The usual." Martín called out to Gregorio.

"Gotcha." The cheerful barista replied. Martín looked back at his wristwatch in terror. No telling how late he would be. Hopefully Ana would be distracted by something or someone else and unleash her wrath on them rather than him.

Before Martín knew it, Gregorio was patting his shoulder, holding out a coffee cup. "Here ya go!"

Martín was about to fish for his wallet when Gregorio shook his head. "You're late! You gotta go!" he said frantically.

"I owe big time!" Martín called back to Gregorio, running out of the coffee shop. "No problem!" Gregorio called back.

Martín jogged to the police precinct, making sure he did not fall up the stairs as he made large strides towards the top. He jumped inside and noticed the receptionist was talking briskly on the phone. Martín raised an eyebrow at her usual actions but shrugged it off when he moved forward to The Hub.

Martín opened the door to find The Hub more chaotic than before. Phones were off the hook, people were yelling across the room, and the clicking of people's keyboards rang through the room. The Hub sounded as though it was in absolute disorder to say the least. Martín was walking towards his office when one of the detectives stopped him and said, "Chief wants to see you in her office immediately."

Martín nodded, his sense of dread growing. But first, Martín went to his office to set down his coat and then his sense of dread immediately spiked. He had forgotten the file at home! Martín cursed loudly as he already foresaw his demise; painful, slow, and absolutely humiliating. Martín was taken out of his trance when the door to his office opened. Martín turned to find Manuel looking at him with a serious expression on his face. Martín was taken back by Manuel's expression.

"What's up?" Martín asked tentatively.

"I don't know, but apparently we got something huge on our hands." Manuel explained. Martín nodded as he picked up his coffee once more. "All right so we are suppose to me Chief?"

"Yeah, come on. I best she is getting annoyed waiting for us." Martín asserted.

The two walked down to the Chief's office to find a note taped to her door. "Go to the conference room." Martín said, reading the note aloud.

"No shit Sherlock."

"Hey, no need to be moody." "Who said anything about being moody." Manuel retorted as they made their way to the conference room.

When Martín and Manuel entered, they were both surprised to see that there was no else in the room besides Ana. "Good morning boys." Ana greeted as she gestured them to sit down.

"So, I bet you are wondering why I sent you two down here." "Kinda." Martín replied, taking a sip of his coffee. Ana smirked a bit as she propped her feet on the table. "Well, because, we have a case."

Martín and Manuel blinked, "A case?"

"A case as in maybe the most mysterious one of your careers and possibly the case of the century." Ana explained as she slid a file down to the detectives. "The case of the century?" Martín perked up as they looked through the contents of the file. They saw a plethora of photos and paper flood out and began to read some of the details of the files.

"As you see, our sleepy city isn't so sleepy anymore." Ana began. "Last night, while you two were all tucked away in your beds." Martín gave a sarcastic bark of laughter and Ana glared at him, signaling for him to shut up.

"There was a heist at the art museum downtown."

"A heist?" Manuel echoed. Ana nodded.

"It happened around midnight is the guesstimate. The security guards were passing by one of the exhibits to find one of the most valuable necklace was missing from its case."

"So they didn't hear anything? No alarm?" Martín asked.

"No. Nothig at all." Ana said in a grave tone. "The silent alarms, heat sensors, temperature gauges, all of them did not trigger." Martín and Manuel's eyes widened.

"So, this is a pro we've got on our hands." Martín grinned. "More than a pro." Ana added. "They might as well be a ghost."

"Absolutely nothing, huh?" Martín asked, raising a blonde eyebrow."

"Yes Hernandez! When I mean nothing, I mean nothing! None, nil, zip, nada!" Ana exclaimed. She ran a hand through her hair in a attempt to calm herself down. "I already sent some people to search for clues; they didn't find a speck of dust to get us anywhere."

"Just nothing at all." Manuel mumbled under his breath.

"Yeah, I'm afraid so." The room was silent for a moment until Ana cleared her throat.

"I'm putting you two on the case."

Martin and Manuel whipped their heads up at Ana's announcement.

"Really?" Manuel asked, a bit suspicious. "Are you sure?" Ana nodded.

"I want my best on this case." Martín's grin widened and Manuel shook his head.

"Careful Chief. Your compliments will make his head bigger than it already is."

"Hey!" Martín said, jokingly punching Manuel in arm.

"I am aware of that." Ana reassured. "No more compliments until this case is closed." Martín pouted.

"Fine."

"You two will leave immediately to go to the museum. The people I have sent over should be checking over surveillance and looking over the museum for anything once more."

"Yes Chief." Martín and Maneul said collectively as they exited the room.

Martín was on Cloud Nine; he could finally do something to change his boring life.

"You look happy." Manuel pointed out. "We finally get something worth while and my boring life can end! Finally something else rather than paper work." Martín said ecstatic.

"You were saying that you wanted some excitement in your life, and now you have it."

"I know! It feels great!"

"You sound like you are on vacation."

"Vacation from that stuffy old office." Manuel had to chuckle.

"True, very true."

As they descended the stairs, Martín an Manuel were ushered into an awaiting car in front of the precinct. They climbed in and headed towards the art museum. The art museum was massive; one could get lost in the dizzying labyrinth if they weren't careful. Once the car came to a complete stop, Martín and Manuel were greeted by one of the museum's security guards.

"Good morning detectives." "Morning." Martín replied. Manuel nodded.

"Come with me." the security guard said, motioning them to follow him.

The three past by tall open galleries. Exotic sculptures and classical paintings lined the halls and large vaulted windows brought light into the colossal hallways. The echo of the three's clipped footsteps reverberated as they walked to the scene of the crime. They arrived at the hall with artifacts and jewels and saw that the gallery was bustling with activity.

"We have searched the premises and so far, we have no leads." the security guard clarified.

"That is what the Chief told us." Manuel said as he watched some of the others search around the room.

"I have never seen such attention to details in order to cover one's tracks." the guard admitted, "it's quite eery when you think about it."

"Can you show us what was exactly stolen from where?" Martín asked.

"This way." The security motioned as they walked near the back of the gallery.

When they turned, Martín and Manuel could figure out which display the thief had stolen from. The display without glass has a necklace holder, but the necklace was gone; no doubt taken by the thief.

"This display , as you see, has the glass off in order to gather finger prints, but we have been successful in gathering them, for there was none on the glass." the guard said.

"Was the glass tempered, or broken in any way when the guards discovered the necklace was missing from the display?" Martín asked.

"That is the most puzzling thing." The guard began. "When the guards saw the display case, they thought there was nothing wrong until they got closer to see the necklace was gone. They looked around the glass to see there was no forced entry. However, the culprit was obviously able to get the box open and take the necklace, the question is how."

"Does surveillance know anything else?" Manuel piped up. The guard shook his head.

"Surveillance watched the footage numerous times and yet nothing appears at the allotted time of when the robbery was supposedly committed. It is though it never happened."

"Weird." Martín trailed off as he walked up to the display case, looking around it, and up and down. One could see where the necklace had been, nicely laid out on the blue velvet holder, but otherwise there was no spec of evidence that showed the necklace had been forcibly taken out. Martín looked up and down the podium as well, trying to find any detail that may have been overlooked. Martín turned to Manuel and the guard.

"Thank you for informing us. We can take it over from here."

"Yes sir." The guard said, walking away from the two detectives.

Manuel walked up to Martín, inspecting the display box for himself. "Tsk, too fucking weird." he remarked.

"I know. Usually even the craftiest criminals would leave something behind, but this one left no tracks." Martín said, looking intently at the stand. "Someone who surpasses the rest of the ones we have met certainly."

Manuel laughed. "This one and the ones we've worked on aren't in the same league. Those petty robbers and break-ins would have given themselves up to the police if they saw how shameful their performance was compared to this one."

Martín laughed as well. "You are right. Manu, you start over there and I will go over here. I'm sure this room has been turned upside down to find nothing several times, but it never hurts to look again."

"All right."

As Manuel made his way over to the opposite side of the room, Martín stared at the display case in deep thought. How could someone just enter and take a high guarded piece without any sign of having been there. Martín was beginning to think the culprit was really a ghost. Martín started his search around the perimeter of the gallery, looking at the other display cases as well.

As Martín searched up and down, out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a piece of paper hat had fallen into one of the plants. The large leaves of the plant concealed the small, folded up piece of paper that one would have easily over looked it. Martín took the small piece of paper and opened it, wondering what the contents of the note would contain. Eye widened when Martín scanned over the text and he quickly walked back towards Manuel, calling his name.

Manuel turned when he heard Martín calling for him, a look of excitement painted on Martín's face. "Look what I found." Martín eagerly said.

"A piece of paper." Manuel flatly stated.

"Yes, a piece of paper, but look at what it says."

"Geez, hold your horses. You're more excited than a kid at Christmas." Manuel remarked, taking the note from Martín, reading it for himself. Manuel's eyes widened as well as he read the note.

"We need to report this to the Chief. She has to know about this."

"My thoughts exactly." Martín agreed.

The two detectives walked promptly towards the entrance of the museum, only to discover they had made no plans on how to get back to the station.

"Well, it looks like our ride ditched us. Looks like we need a taxi." Manuel declared.

"So it seems. Fear not! My taxi hailing skills are a gift from the gods." Martín flourished. Manuel laughed.

"I have never heard of such a talent like that."

"It's a gift." Martín explained. As he looked at the passing taxis, Martín whistled loudly and waved for one. Astonishingly, a taxi drove up and stopped right in front of Martín. He then looked back at Manuel with a smug expression, saying, "I told you so."

"Sometimes I wonder if you were meant to be a detective or a hooker." Manuel mused.

"You wish you could have this." Martín teased.

"No thank you." Manuel responded with an unamused glare as he got into the taxi.

"Where to champs?" the driver asked.

"Police precinct." Martín declared. "All right." the driver responded.

The ride wasn't too long when they pulled up in from of the stairs of the precinct. Martín gave the taxi driver the fare and said, "You can keep the change." The taxi driver waved in appreciation as he drove off.

Martín and Manuel ascended the stairs and went straight to The Hub. They passed by all the disorder and frenzy right to their Chief's office. They bounded for her door, quickly wrenching her door open, surprising their Chief in the process.

"Where's the fire?" Ana chided as she got up from her seat.

"While at the museum, we found something that might turn this case around." Martín said proudly, like a child looking for praise, handing the note to Ana. She opened the note, read it, and she too had the same reaction as Martín and Manuel; her eyes opened wide reading its contents. "This is-"

"A calling card." Martín affirmed. "Made by one called 'Bossa Nova'"

"Bossa Nova. What a strange name." Ana remarked.

"And what other lovely news we have is that they plan to return, but where and when, I have no idea. This Bossa Nova will no doubt return, like all pro-criminals would do if their calling card said they would. That's how professionals are able to taunt and play with the police. Knowing they are still free to do whatever they wish, being one step ahead of the law. It's a classic move, rarely seen though, mainly criminals only do this in movies. But sometimes, you can be surprised."

"You're something else." Ana deduced.

"I keep telling him that." Manuel added.

"So I see...So Hernandez," Ana said, turning to Martín," if you are learned in calling card, do you have any idea were this 'Bossa Nova' might strike next?"

"That is the thing Chief. Sometimes a thief might just outright tell you where they are going to be next, then other don't. Our lovely Bossa Nova only said they are going to return, which means one of two things. One, they could return to the same place, or two, they could go to another location entirely. And once more, we have no idea what time they would return. Maybe in the next hour, next day, next week, next month, you catch my drift. From what it looks like, the calling card is going to turn out to be a series of steps for us to take. The next heist might give a time and a location, another one might give us a time, location, and what they might take. However, it is up for grabs really."

"Seriously, where us ll this smart on a daily basis?" Ana uttered. Martín mocked a dramatic gasp.

"I've always had smarts."

"When they are turned on at least." Manuel commented.

"Geez, I have no friends here." Martín sulked.

"Anyway, we have no choice, but to wait for the Bossa Nova to make a new heist since all we have for now is the note." Ana said, looking over the piece of paper again.

"Well, it's almost lunch time! We should get going Manuel." Martín said, leading Manuel towards the door. "See you later Chief."

Outside of their Chief's office, Martín turned his attention to Manuel, "We should go out to eat."

"Sure why not." Manuel said, getting dragged along by Martín tugging his sleeve. The two detectives walked down to their favorite haunt, a small cafe called, "Paradise." To them, this little place was certainly a haven from the police station. The two entered and made their way to their favorite spot; the back corner which allowed smoking. A few minutes after they were seated, one of the waitresses came up and handed them menus.

"Well look who is back." the waitress said, giving the two a bright smile.

"Good to be here." Martín declared. "How have you been, Catalina?"

"Been pretty good. Nothing much has been happening lately."

"No news is good news as the saying goes." Manuel said, lighting up a cigarette. Catalina giggled.

"So, what will you two be having today?"

"The usual." Manuel said. "Me too." Martín added.

"You're not very adventurous." Catalina remarked, taking up the menus.

"Nah, we like our old and familiar."

"So it seems." Catalina replied as she walked away.

Martín also took the time to light up a cigarette as well. The two sat in silence for a while, enjoying their cigarettes, watching cars pass by, and listening to the relaxing lounge music.

"My dad called yesterday." Manuel said out of the blue. Martín's eyes went wide for what seemed to be the hundredth time that day, and whipped his head around to face Manuel.

"Really? Why?" Manuel shrugged.

"He said he wanted to say hi and see how I was doing."

"Tsk, he had a hidden agenda. No dad just calls up out of the blue just to ask if his son was all right." Martín claimed. Manuel nodded.

"That's what I said too. But he insisted that he just wanted to call to check on how I was doing. I didn't believe him."

"Because he's a rat bastard, that's why." Martín interjected. Manuel hummed as he extinguished his cigarette bud into the ashtray.

"Nerve of that guy." Martín muttered. "All of a sudden calling up like you two were all good buddies." Manuel sighed.

"Why do you keep in contact with him anyway?" Martín continued.

"My mother wanted me to." Manuel confessed. Martín's irritated expression turned to one almost resembling pity and sadness. "It was her last wish for me to remain in contact with him, no matter how horrible and neglectful a father he was."

"I'm sorry." Martín responded. "I shouldn't have reacted like I did."

"You did nothing. It's true I would rather not talk to him at all, but I can't ignore my mother's wishes. She would have wanted me to do this."

"I guess, but if you need a helping hand, you have my number." Manuel flashed a toothy grin.

"Thank, I know. He won't give me trouble if he knows what's good for him."

"That's my Manu!" Martín said proudly. Just then Catalina came over with some plates and bowls.

"Here we are. Enjoy you two."

"Thanks Catalina." Martín remarked as he immediately got to work eating the sandwich on his plate. Meanwhile, Manuel ate his corn soup slowly unlike Martín who was chowing down. Before they knew it, Martín and Manuel had finished up.

"I guess we should starts heading back to the station." Martín said, looked at his wristwatch.

"All right." Manuel resigned as the two set some money on the table, and got up. The two detectives waved farewell at Catalina who waved back as they left. The two returned to the station, not caring that they walked very slowly back or that they went to the break room and swiped some of the snacks from the cabinets.

The two went to their own offices and Martín opened his door to find a new file on his desk. He groaned, "I thought I was done with paper work." Martín made his way to his chair, and began to look through the file, about to get his pen to write for an eternity. However to his surprise, it was a file that was about the current case and all the writing had been done for him. Martín propped up his feet on his desk and started to read what were some of the findings.

Before Martín knew it he looked back to his clock and saw it was nearly 6 pm. Martín got his coat and closed up his office for the night. As he was about to leave, he bumped into Ana.

"So, Hernandez, where is the case you were suppose to turn in today?" she asked. Martín gasped. He thought she would have forgotten about it!

"Umm..." Martín began. "Well?" Ana chided.

"Oh, look at the time! I need to look over this somemore. Good night Ana!' Martín said as he ran out the doors of The Hub. Luckily Martín was already going down the stairs when he heard Ana screaming for him to "come back here."

Martín gave a sigh of relief as he headed home. When he finally got back to the apartment, Martín noticed there was no one home. Martín knew Sebastián had night shift at the hospital, as for Daniel, he was probably working late. Martín shrugged as he took off his coat and lit a cigarette, since no one was home to tell him that he couldn't. What a lovely evening.

Martín finished his cigarette and decided to lay on the couch and watch some TV in the meantime. After awhile, Martín got up to heat up a frozen dinner for himself. Sebastián always gave him flak for eating them, but they were easy to heat up and fast. Once Martín was done with dinner, he took the last cigarette in the pack and lit it up while going back towards his room. Martín whined when he saw the file he was suppose to bring in and forgot to as he opened his door.

Martín threw himself on his bed and opened up the new file to continue where he had left off. Tonight's reading would be quite interesting.

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