This may be triggering for some. Flavio is kind of a terrible person in this. But I would like to base it on how I think he would react.

1p Spain ( Antonio):

"So what movie do you want to watch bonito/a." We are looking through netflix and I am snuggling up to my partner. They are holding on to me.

"I guess anything. I need to really unwine from this unbelieve day." They say that while nuzzling there nose into my neck. "Make it something from your country. Suprise me."

As I sit here with my boyfriend and he puts on the movie. I just start thinking about my day and the fact that I have run out of my meds. As well I can not get more intill tomorrow, because the Pharmacy is closed today.

I would not be suprise if he pick a romance. That is what we normal watch, when he picks a movie.

"Ok, let me think." Antonio is going through the search bar and types up spain and goes through the movies. He get this devilish look on his face, he is up to something. "How about we watch REC."

"What is it about?"

"It a suprise." I give him this look of annoyance. "You said you wanted it to be a suprise." He say shaking his hands up in the air.

"Alright"

While we watch the movie. I immediately tell it is some sort of mystery. Like the news people (I forget what there called) go to interview the fire fighter and watch them work. It in the veiw of the camer.

"Is this a horror movie?" Antonio shakes his head up and down. "You know I get scared during these things!"

"Do not worry I will protect you." He pulls me closer to his chest. "You have to experience a spainsh horror movie. There the best horror movies."

"I do not like horror movies in General."

It get further and further into the movie. I am paying attention to the movie, but I am as well thinking about everything that went wrong today.

I start to over analyze everything. Oh my god. Whar is that? I throw up immediately, the first step of every massive anxiety attack I have ever had.

"Wow, it not even at the gross stu-"

I am start to breath deep and quick, I start to cry, and then I run to the opposite side of the apartment.

I go into a little ball, just start to go back and further. My boyfriend rushes in. I can tell his talking, but I can not hear I thing. But I do start to avoid eyes contact. I want to look anywhere but him. I just don't want him to see me like this.

I see after my partner throws up. That they stuble away, crying, and doing this weird breathing thing. "Wow, we are not even at the gross stuff. Hey are you alright?" They start to run across the apartment. I rush after them assuming they are going to the bathroom. But intead they go to the bedroom? "Hey, Bonita/o?! What the matter?!"

They crubble to the growned and go into a tiny ball. There hyperventilating. Oh god what have I done. When they mentioned that they had a bad day, they most havw thought I understood that they ment anxious.

I walk into the room. "I am sorry." There sill hyperventilating. "What can I do to help you?" They look up at the ceiling and around. They look at me but refuse to give me eyes contact. "Tesero?"

They put there head in there knees. "I want my mommy" I hear them whisper under their voice.

"I do not have your mamá number. What is it?" They do not seem to hear me. I go back to the living room for their phone. I see it by their wallet. I pick it up and I put in their password. I call their mamá.

2p Romano(Flavio):

We are just arriving from a fashion show. It was amazing. But all those models where nothing like me. I was thinking about this all throughout the night, that I was hardly even enjoying the show. I think Flavio wad able to tell. I was breathing deeply during the entire thing, just wanting to cry. But I know Flavio would be deeply embarrassed if I expressed these emotions.

Flavio opens the door for me, when we enter the car. Then he goes right next to me. "Drive us home." He orders the driver to do. I see Flavio turn to me "What made you want to cry during it?"

"Very funny. I did not want to cry. In fact I was quite enjoying the show."

"Then explain why you are at the break of tears right now." I give him these look of how do you know. "It in your voice, Bella/o."

I burst into tear and start to hyperventilate. "It just- I don't- hate... Body." Flavio start to close the window that makes it easier for him to contact the driver."

"What got you down about your body?" Flavio is looking at me and expects a answer. But I know I will not be able to talk right now. I try but I ened up barfing. "Oh my god. Are you sick." He open back up the window. "Get us back home ASAP!" He closes the window again. He doea not touch me. Probably because I am not as pretty/handsome as those models. "What do you want me to do? How sick are you? If you knew you were sick, why dis you come. Do you know how bad it would be for my reputation if my partner throw up in public."

I just look at him. He is right. I should have know I would not have been able to handle seeing all those models. He still is not touching me.

"Hey are you going to talk to me?" I look away from him. I am embarrassed for the fact he saw me throw up and currently have a panic attack.

"I am sorry!" I scream.

He gives me this puzzled look. "What are you sorry for?" He looks at me "Your hyperventilate. Oh my god. I am so sorry. Is that way you throw up." He start to go in foe the hug, but he stops. "I do not want to get my clothes dirty."

I start to move away from him.

"Why are you distancing yourself from me?"

"YOU WANT ONE OF YOUR MODEL FRIENDS DON'T YOU!" I yell, then I go back into a ball. "All you care about is how you appear to other people."

"NO! I do not!" He screams it too, but not has loud.

I just distance myself from him more.

"Fine you will not even look at me. What did I do wrong. I am the perfect boyfriend. You should not be having a panic attack right now."

Then he looks at himself. 'Am I the reason there crying'. "Is the reason you are crying because you do not look like those models?" I do not budge, I just start rocking back and forth.

He start to move closer to me. His shoes get into the throw up, but he still get closer to me. He then pulls me closer to him. "I will do anything you ask. Just tell me. And I am sorry for making it about me."

2p Italy ( Luciano): This talks about sexual assult. If that triggers you please do not read.

I fidle with my keys. I am trying to open the door. But I am on the urge on having a panic attack, which is making my vision blurr. I final get the right key, in the right way, and open the door. I walk inside and once the door is close, I crumble to the growned. I start hyperventilating even thought I already did this at my works bathroom. It does not stop me from doing it here. That man touched me again. I feel disgusting.

I see Luciano rushing in "Amore?! What is it?" He rushes over and start to hols me. "Is it your anxiety?" Luciano never acts like this. "You have been having a lot of these lately. Did you forget to take your meds? I will get them?" He say rushing through his sentace really quickly and then start speaking in italian "Cosa sta succedendo con lui. Sono così preoccupato" He say it under his breath.

"Luciano. Please do not get mad at me."

"Why would I be mad at you?" I hear worry in his voice.

"This guy at work... Well he has been... I do not know what he has been doing. But he grab me by my crouche and said this disgusting thing in my ear. I am sorry. I probably did something to ask for it. But I do not know wh-"

He see this look on his face. He is probably mad at me. "Who is this man?" He looks directly at me, I swear he is looking into my soul "And what did he say to you?"

"I do not want to repeat it."

"Do not worry. I will take care of things. Now stop hyperventilating."

" I can't, I want my mommy." I say under my voice.

I know Luciano is a little off topic. But it was the best I could do for him. I was running out of ideas. I was thinking about including school. But I like the idea that the S/O is a adult. I find it easier to write.

When I am having a severe anxiety attack. I throw up and I do not know how other react. So I pretty much base it on my personal experiences with anxiety.