"Everybody please welcome Mashup DJ artist _________!" the host shouted, "Welcome, it's great to have you on the show…"
"It's great to be here," you said.
Romano, or Lovino as he liked to be referred to, watched the TV his eyes wide. She was beautiful, when he heard about this DJ (last name) he expected some teenager with 4 o'clock shadow and his pants halfway to the ground. Instead he saw a smartly dressed young woman with (h/l) (h/c) hair and bright (e/c) eyes.
"Feliciano!" shouted Lovino.
His younger brother ran into the living room with a bowl full of pasta, "What is it fratello?"
He turned to look at his brother, "Does your friend that potato bastard still own us."
"He can clear his debt if he can get his brother to get her," he pointed at the TV, "to his club."
"Really, why he-." Feliciano stopped when he saw the DJ. Now he understood. "Ok."
Lovino Vargas, head of the Italian mafia always got his woman.
Three days later…
"Ah, another night of music," you smiled
You grimace at the hat, not wanting to put your hand in there. Slowly, you reach in and pull out a...
You stare at the thing blankly before dropping it back in. "I don't think I want to play." you say, sounding bored.
"Oh, no," Prussia huffed, "you're going in there if you want to or not. Along with England."
You drag your feet as the Prussian leads you to the closet, glancing at France happily pushing England in before you. "Have fun~!" he sings and you sneer at him as the door slowly closes. You cross your arms and face the man that you loved.
"England." you say sharply, causing him to cringe.
"Hello, l-love." he replies.
You glare at him, hoping that he would catch fire, "Don't use that name with me."
"(Y/n), I-" he reaches a hand out but you slap him away.
"And keep you hands away from me!" you shriek, on the verge of tears, "You cheated on me, England. With some band groupie. Some gentleman you are." You feel your knees weaken as tears began to roll off your face. You cover you face with your hands and begin sobbing uncontrollably. "And somebody open this damn door." You shout, voice cracking.
You feel yourself wrapped in a warm embrace as the door cracks open, allowing a little light into the room. Carefully, England lifts you, holding you like a small child as you sob into his shoulder. He walks through the door and pushes past the crowd as the look on, mourning. He finds a quiet room and sets you on the bed, trying to let go but you won't. Sighing, he moves you around so that he's sitting against the head board and you're sitting on him, hiding your face in his shirt as your tears dry.
"Here, love." he says quietly, leaning you back slightly as he rubs the tears away with his calloused fingers. "I'm so sorry for what I did to you." he whispers, slowly leaning closer again. You breath sharply as his lips gently connect to yours. You realize you missed him. For some reason, you knew that he wasn't the same man you had loved. No, he was someone you could grow to love and mend your heart.
"I forgive you," you whisper, slumping back against his chest, tired from crying, and falling asleep while he stroked you hair.
America looked all around the house for his five year old daughter, (name). Right now, America wasn't enjoying the feeling of being defeated in a game of Hide-and-Seek.
"Geeze... I never lose at this. Dear Lord... I'm getting beaten at a game of Hide-and-Seek by my own kid..." America suddenly realized. He then face-palmed. "Out smarted by a kid... I guess that's what England's been trying to tell me whenever he told me I needed to study more so that things like this wouldn't happen- AAAGGH!!!" America yelled in surprise and shock as something leaped onto his back and knocked him to the ground flat on his stomach. He suddenly knew who did it when he heard a little giggle.
"Got ya, daddy!" (name) told America. America felt (name)'s weight come off of him and he got up. Scooping (name) into his lap, he playfully whined at her.
"Hey! That's cheating, (name)." America told his little girl as she giggled even more. Deciding to take advantage of her being in his arms, America smiled and whispered to (name) just loud enough so that she could hear him. "And you know what the punishment is just for cheating in a game of Hide-and-Seek?" America asked (name). Her big (e/c) eyes widened as she answered him in the same whispering tone.
"What is it, daddy?" (name) asked her Dad as he tucked her long (h/c) behind her ear before answering her. His voice then got in a normal tone and volume as he answered (name).
"The punishment is a large dose of," America wiggled his fingers on the one spot that always got (name) to laugh out loud, "A severe tickle attack!"
(name) squealed with laughter as her daddy mercilessly tickled her sides. The tickling and laughter between America and (name) lasted for about a couple of minutes before America gave into (name)'s pleads and begging to stop. After America stopped, he and (name) were still laughing and giggling. It lasted for about five more minutes before they settled to chuckles and smiles.
America then kissed the top of (name)'s head and hugged her. (name) hugged her father right back and smiled.
"I love you, Daddy." (name) told America. America smiled as his heart melted a little as he picked (name) up so that he could take her to the kitchen to make the two of them lunch. He kissed (name)'s forehead once more and replied right back.
"I love you too, (name)." America told his little princess.
Even though he was beaten at it, America thought this was by far the best game of Hide-and-Seek he had ever shared with his little girl. His little (name) was all that he would ever care about, and nobody could take that away.
“Okay, so I love you. Deal with it… idiota ragazza.”
You’d never been more worried in your entire life.
You continued to sit in that uncomfortable hospital chair, simply watching him, for hours. Though no matter how long you waited, he still wouldn’t wake up.
You had no tears left, your knees weren’t shaking anymore, and your heartbeat wasn’t thumping erratically. Not like it had been during the time of the accident, of course.
You sighed, and continued to watch his sleeping face. He looked so cute and innocent that way. The nurses had cleaned him up pretty well; so his body wasn’t covered in blood and dirt anymore.
The beeping of the heart monitor was what kept you from going insane. You feared for his life, yes, but that monitor kept your hopes up. It had maintained a healthy, steady beat, just as the doctors had told you it would.
It wasn’t too serious of an accident- in fact the doctors assured you he wouldn’t die from it- but you still couldn’t keep from worrying. Your mind was always set for the worst when it came to him; he was Romano, after all.
And being him, of course, he just had to do the stupidest things.
He’d only been trying to show off to you, Italy, and Germany again. This time it had almost cost him his life.
As you watched him- your crush since forever- you couldn’t help but feel how much you hated him at the moment. Why did he have to be so stupid, idiotic, stubborn, and reckless all the time?
Couldn’t he… just be more like his brother, Italy?
You smiled a bit, looked down, and shook your head. No. Romano couldn’t be like Italy. Mostly because, one, they were complete opposites, and two, because you loved him the way he already was. And part of it was for those irritating ways he acted—if you were gonna be honest.
As you thought more about him, you barely noticed the slight movement from the hospital bed in front of you.
Romano began to stir, slowly turning in his sleep. Just as the bed creaked again, your head snapped back up.
“It-… Italy… don’t eat my pasta…” He mumbled quietly in his sleep, turning his head a bit.
Normally, you would’ve giggled at his sleep talk; but at the moment, you were completely speechless.
The motorcycle incident seemed like years ago; although it had just happened this morning. The time you spent agonizing over his life, going through every mean thing you’ve ever said to him, and praying that he’d be alright had felt like forever. Italy and Germany had tried long ago to get you to leave, but you’d refused; saying you wouldn’t until he finally woke up.
He made another movement, and you quickly stood. You watched as his eyelids slowly fluttered open, revealing beautiful amber-colored eyes that you’d always loved, loved, loved.
Just as his eyes began to focus, you almost felt like slapping him. Who was he to make you worry like that? He could’ve died, and throughout the process he’d acted like it was no big deal. Before making it into the emergency room, he’d told you and Italy to shut up and leave him alone. Was it a crime to care for him so much?
He looked up at you and blinked. “_____...?”
He appeared so innocent and fragile—you couldn’t bring yourself to yell at him. Not right now, at least.
“R-Romano!” You squeaked, and hugged him tight. You didn’t care if you squished any of his injuries—for all you knew, he deserved it. Maybe a mega-tight hug or two would be better than simply yelling at him again.
Mostly because, he never listened to you anyways. He did what he wanted, whenever he wanted. Usually you were just a side annoyance rather than a friend trying to tell him he was gonna get himself killed one day—or so you thought. But on the you’re-so-stupid-you’ll-probably-kill-yourself-one-of-these-days part, of course, you knew you were right. Today was a perfect example.
“H-Hey! That hurts, idiota ragazza!” He whined, weakly trying to push you away.
You simply held him tighter; tears forming in your eyes. Nothing would’ve made you any happier than to finally hear his voice again.
“R-Romano… I thought… I’d lose you forever…” You stuttered, and began to cry uncontrollably.
Before he’d awoke, you’d felt like there were dark, heavy rainclouds surrounding you. Raining down, making sure to wipe away any happiness until he woke up. Now that he was warm and alive beneath you—the clouds drifted away and finally let the sun in your life shine again.
You continued to cry, letting out all your relief as you embraced him tighter. You wrapped your arms around his neck, and buried your tear-soaked face into his chest.
Romano blushed the tiniest bit, and pressed you tighter against his chest. Partly because he didn’t want you to see him blushing, and partly because he secretly liked having you so close to him.
He had a cute pout on his face as his blush deepened—his eyebrows narrowed and bottom lip jutted out. He wasn’t used to you crying around him, much less crying on him. He wanted to comfort you- let you know he was alive and happy to see you- but didn’t know how. All he could do was hug you close and let you listen to his heartbeat.
After a few minutes of comfortable silence, you finally pulled away from him. “Romano… I’m so happy you’re okay,” You said; your voice just above a whisper.
“Yeah, that’s obvious.” He stated, crossing his arms and looking away to hide his pink blush.
Not only had you been passionately embracing him, but somewhere in that time, you’d crawled into his lap and hadn’t even noticed yet. He on the other hand, realized right away and felt his cheeks burn at the close proximity.
Secretly, he’s always wanted to do that with you. Secretly, he wanted to do a lot of things with you. But being as stubborn as he was, everything he wanted with you was a goddamn ‘secret’. No one knew but him.
Another secret? He’s loved you forever.
You pouted, a bit annoyed at his lack of remorse. Why did he have to act like ‘the cool guy’ all the time? Couldn’t he ever let his true emotions out? “’That’s obvious’? Romano, don’t you understand how worried we’ve all been? Especially me, I’ve been worried sick! You have no idea how long I’ve stayed here waiting for you to wake up— Italy and Germany couldn’t even get me to leave this place. Why can’t you just…” You trailed off; your voice was getting higher and higher. You definitely did not want to start yelling here—while in the hospital with plenty of patients needing their sleep.
He kept his arms crossed, a scowl still evident on his face. He stayed silent; just as he always did when you began lecturing him.
He didn’t like when you yelled at him—but not because he simply thought it was annoying. It was just a reminder from his best friend/longtime crush that he wasn’t good at handling his temper.
He hated his temper. But it wasn’t something he could really control.
Whenever he saw you with another guy- one that wasn’t his own brother Italy- he got so insanely jealous that his anger would just go overboard. He’d blame it on something else, and wind up with another lecture from you. The same one he’d always sulk through, of course.
That was what always seemed to push you away, rather than bring you closer again.
“Go ahead, lecture me. See if I care.” He challenged, wanting to punch himself immediately after letting the words slip through his mouth.
You were used to his attitude by now and had grown accustomed to it. “No, not right now, Romano. You just barely woke up. I should tell Italy and Germany, too. And… I-I’m sorry,” Your voice dropped to barely above a whisper, and you avoided eye contact, “I was just so worried for you. I… care about you so much, Romano. I couldn’t keep myself from worrying. I lo-”
You paused just in time. You wanted him to be aware of how much you cared for him, but you weren’t quite yet ready to let him know you cared ‘that’ much. You simply weren’t ready to confess.
Somehow, the tears came back. They slowly began streaming down your cheeks as you looked down, avoiding his face. For all you knew, he would probably be embarrassed to hear you say such a thing to him.
Though what you didn’t know was that your words had gotten to him far more than you ever thought they would.
He didn’t think it was possible for you to feel the same way he did. In fact, most of the time he thought you hated him. He had no idea how to act upon these emotions; so he usually resorted to anger and frustration.
But what you admitted to him- that beneath it all, you cared for him deeply- made him completely rethink your relationship. You were always making sure he was okay, lecturing him if he wasn’t—that couldn’t mean that you hated him, right? If anything, it meant you cared.
And besides, he could’ve sworn he heard you say what almost sounded like ‘I love you’ in your last sentence. He figured it was probably his imagination, but he loved to think you really said it.
Well then, it’s now or never… He thought to himself. All of the things he realized about you and him simply made him more determined to finally let you know. You deserved to know, after all this time. He couldn’t handle keeping it in anymore.
You sniffled, and rubbed away your tears. He still hadn’t said anything yet, and you began to feel embarrassed. You contemplated leaving—you had wanted to see him wake up, and you did. What else was there to do? Italy and Germany were probably more worried about you than him—since you’d been waiting in the hospital for so long; not even eating a single meal.
As you finally made a move to leave, you felt a hand on your wrist. You looked down, and saw Romano had grabbed onto you.
Nothing could have surprised you more than when he reached forward and hugged you again, now sobbing. You couldn’t believe it—you’d seen him cry hysterically around his brother many times, but never when it was just you and him.
“Okay, so I love you. Deal with it… idiota ragazza.” He grumbled, face once again blushing and in a stubborn Romano pout. “It’s your problem now.”
You were stunned speechless. ‘Your problem’? …Was that how he really thought of it? That his love for you would just be a minor annoyance in your life?
He couldn’t be more wrong. You loved him. All you ever dreamed about in your life was hearing him say those words.
Your heart was now hammering in your chest; almost as much as it had been when the accident first occurred. It pounded in your ears; your face burned. Am I dreaming?...
It wasn’t too long before you became overly aware of your surroundings. In other words, you finally realized you were still in his lap—and blushed bright red.
You slowly glanced at his face, and noticed it was burning just as much as yours; if not more.
You almost teased him about how it looked as bright as one of Spain’s tomatoes. But he had that same pout on his face; he wouldn’t let you tease him and get away with it.
His pout looked so cute that you just about wanted to kiss his cheek. And, since he’d just told you the very thing you’ve wanted to hear since you met him, you did. Just a short, quick kiss on his cheek as you blushed furiously.
He gasped slightly, and turned to face you.
“It’s not a ‘problem’ for me, Romano. It’s the opposite. That right there was just about the stupidest thing ever,” You almost felt insulted, like one of those moments when you hated his guts, “because I love you too, idiot.”
He was silent for a moment. He simply stared at you, and this was the first time you caught him genuinely speechless. This is too good to be true… you thought to yourself.
You watched his face, to check for any signs of getting a response soon.
Then before you could say anything more… he leaned in and gave you a quick peck right on your lips.
The feeling sent a jolt through your body, and made your face burn once again.
As he pulled away, he was blushing furiously again. “Just don’t expect me to be all sweet or anything, dammit. It’s not like I love you back or whatever…” He murmured; too shy to make eye contact.
You giggled at his stubbornness. He always had a tendency to act bipolar. And get angry easily. And completely contradict himself. But it was just all that made him Romano.
You grin, and lean forward to give him a quick kiss on his lips in return.
When you pull away, he smiles a bit; eager for more. He pulls you closer again, wrapping his warm arms around your waist, and then gently caressing the side of your face. He slides his fingers down to your chin, and uses his thumb and index finger to slowly bring your lips to his once more.
You kiss him back, still straddling his hips. It was a long, lingering kiss, one that you’d keep in your memories forever.
He began kissing you more roughly; bringing out his romantic Italian side. You felt his warm tongue slowly glide over your bottom lip, asking for entrance. You complied and slightly parted your lips, allowing him to slip in his wet tongue. He began feeling you all over, while brushing his tongue lightly against yours. You nearly moaned into his mouth, and he smirked through the kiss.
You soon begin to feel something hot and stiff beneath you, and you break the heated kiss to look down.
He pouts, “It gets like that a lot… Usually only when I’m around you, though…” He admitted, cheeks burning.
You giggled, and removed your arms from around his neck to push him down on the bed. Visiting hours would be over soon, but you were definitely not done with him yet.
A.N.: Oh Romano, you’re such a tsundere XD
I hope you liked the ending. I tried to make it extra romantic, since Romano’s that kind of character. Not all of my one-shots will have a kiss, you know .__.
This one turned out to be pretty short, along with China’s… I’ll try to make the others a bit longer. At least 3,000 words. Anyways, don’t forget to review… idiota ragazza.
“I’m…” He flinched, and a single tear made its way down his bruised cheek. He quickly tried to wipe it away and continued, “I’m breaking up with you.” Despite his battered state, he forced himself to stand up.
“Hey, wait! You can’t walk; you need to see a doctor!”
He was already trying to limp away. As you stood up and tried to follow him, he turned slightly and shot you an icy expression. “Leave me alone, idiota. Didn’t you hear me say things between us are over?”
Wincing at the strain on his body, he cut in, “-You’re annoying. You’ve just been a burden to me and nothing else. Did you really think I could be into a girl like you?! If you really care about me, do me a favor and leave me the hell alone!”
…Stunned by his words, you couldn’t bring yourself to follow him as he disappeared down the alley.
Anyone would think you’d be heartbroken after hearing those words.
And anyone would be wrong—because you were angry.
You weren’t angry at Lovino, but at someone else.
How dare they take Lovino away from you.
Now they’d be getting your wrath.
They had no idea that you weren’t one to mess with.
This was it—you were going to do it.
You knew Lovi hadn’t meant what he said.
Even if Seborga hadn’t told you how things really were, you would have gone through with this anyway.
It must have been a God-given talent for one group of people to infuriate you to the point of destruction. Props to Gotti—he’d done a marvelous job of pissing you off. And not one person had ever reached this point in your book of hatred.
They had successfully brought out the wicked monster in you.
You readied your supplies. It wasn’t much, but you had to make sure everything was perfect.
This was the right thing to do, even if you weren’t qualified to do it. You weren’t just doing yourself a favor, or just Lovi, but the whole world.
Gotti was a criminal. He had killed countless people. He needed to be sentenced to death.
“Did you check the safety switch? Oh, you did. Nice! Y’know, I’m so happy that you decided to continue our practice. It shows how much you…” Tino paused. Since his face was visible on your laptop screen, you saw him blush. “…it shows how much you miss me.” He smiled shyly.
You didn’t know what to say. “Well… I do miss you…” But probably not in the way he was thinking.
He grinned cheerily, “Okay. So remember everything I taught you about sniping?”
You were on the roof of a building.
You were trying to be calm, but it was difficult with Seborga panicking right next to you. “I can’t believe you’re gonna do this! Gotti’s reign of evil will finally be over! Th-This is so crazy, cazzo-! You’re… You’re gonna shoot him? Are you really gonna shoot him? What if you miss and they detect where we are?! I can’t go to prison; do you know what they’d do to a boy with a pretty face like me?!”
You tried to keep your hands from shaking as you looked through your large gun’s magnifier, “That’s the beauty of being a sniper. No one will be able to know who shot the bullet; we’re too far away. Don’t you know this is how most US presidents were assassinated?”
Seborga was still trembling. “I-I’M STILL SCARED!”
You rolled your eyes. “Please try to calm down, Romeo. I’m nervous too,” You shot him a look that showcased your widened sleep-deprived eyes (a.k.a absolutely insane expression). “I-I’ve never killed anyone you know?!”
“W-Who taught you how to do this again…”
You shrugged, and turned back to lie on your stomach. “My Finnish friend. He taught me while I was still living in the Nordic region.”
Seborga facepalmed, still obviously terrified. His voice was shaky as he commented, “H-How did I know he’d be Scandinavian…”
You inhaled sharply. “Is that him?” You were looking down on the same alley where Gotti had beat up Lovino. You hadn’t seen your ‘ex’ since that day, and he didn’t call. He was probably still recovering from the gang-up.
“That’s him,” Seborga clarified.
Your fingers were quivering. You were about to take the life of someone.
But this person had murdered innumerable others. He was feared throughout the mafia. Because of him, Lovino and many others were living in constant terror.
Lovino. Just the memories of him beaten up and broken were enough to lower your eye down to the magnifier.
There he was. Gotti was laughing while reloading his handgun. The small ‘x’ marker aimed at his forehead, his whole body was in radius of the magnifier’s visible circle. His colors were degraded to a light blue shade due to the weapon’s glass aiming device.
“Do it.” Seborga’s voice was unflinching. You couldn’t see his face, but you could imagine its determination.
…You pulled the trigger.
Inside your house, you were pacing.
Seborga was hanging out with you, resting on the couch with his arms casually hanging over the headrests. “Bella, I calmed down already, why can’t you? Want me to rub your shoulders a bit?” He cooed, “You look tense. You could look so much more beautiful without that panicked expression on your face.”
You stopped pacing and glared at him, “It’s hard not to when there’s this!” You snatched up the remote and turned on the TV; it was on a news channel.
“…They must think you’re a hero. No one knows it was you; we made a clean escape. There are no searches being done either. It already said the mafia’s been disbanded.” He shrugged, “How boring. I wonder if I can still do my auctions…”
Your eyes widened. “The auctions,” The day of the assassination was yesterday. Another auction was supposed to take place today. You hadn’t seen Lovino, and something told you that he’d be there. You just needed to find him.
You looked closely at Seborga, the mafia boss. “What are you staring at? Have you finally realized that you’ve fallen for me?” He teased.
Your stream of thoughts instantly broke. “Huh?! No. You’re too young. And besides, I’m with Lovino.”
His flirty grin fell to a scowl. “You don’t know that yet. What if he actually did want to break up with you?”
You glanced down at the carpet, heartbroken at the memory of when he said he didn’t want to see you again.
“…You love him, don’t you?”
Inhaling sharply, you looked back up. “W-What?”
He got up and sauntered over to you, an easy-going smile on his handsome face. “You love my fratello. Why else would you risk your life—and innocence—to kill the man who was hurting him?”
“He wasn’t just hurting him. You said Gotti remorselessly murdered even his allies on a nearly day-to-day basis.”
“Indeed, and I wasn’t lying. But, would you have done so if you never got with Romano?”
You stared at the ground again, teeth clenched. Of course you would have never gotten involved if Lovino wasn’t in danger. If you’d never met Lovino? You probably would’ve moved back to Northern Europe after finding out about the auctions.
“Of course, if you don’t love him, you can always love me.” Seborga winked playfully, shattering the serious atmosphere.
You actually managed a laugh. “I’m too old for you, Romeo. But it’s cute that you’re trying.”
He gracefully threw an arm across your shoulders and brought you in to his chest, “I can be more than cute~” He whispered into your ear, grinning.
“You’re, what, seventeen?” Chuckling, you moved away from him. “And I’m twenty-four. You should go back to high school, dear. It’s not good to be a dropout.”
“Hm? I never went to school,” He plopped back down on your couch. “And heh, okay~ I’ll win you over later. Maybe when I’m a little older.” He smiled gently.
After about a minute, you thought back to the auction that was supposed to start today. “Oh, that’s right!” You reached for Seborga and grabbed his hand. To your amusement, he actually blushed when your fingers wrapped around his wrist. “Come on,” You giggled, and began pulling him out the door. “We’re going to one of your auctions.”
“B-But…” He stammered, “It’s not until tonight, and you’ll stand out among the millionaires, and you don’t have a mask…”
You paused, and looked down at his designer suit and fashionable hairstyle. “Well then…”
He winked, “I know what you’re thinking, and it’s a lovely idea. Let me give you a makeover.”
“This dress is heavy…”
“You look gorgeous.”
“This mask is uncomfortable…”
“You look mysterious.”
“This makeup is thick…”
“You look like a millionaire.”
“Romeo,” You stomped your expensive foot—clad in a strappy stiletto, so it probably wasn’t a good idea, “You’re complimenting me too much…”
He continued to escort you arm-in-arm into the auction house, “What can I say? I made you into a masterpiece. Your hair is perfection, is it not?”
You had to admit that he was better at fixing your hair, applying your makeup, and deciding your attire than you would ever dream to be. He was like an artist with a dazzling eye for fashion. “I guess…”
He sighed, “I just don’t want those stuck-up millionaires to make fun of you.”
At that moment, the auctioneer began the event. “Ciao, ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to the Italian mafia’s weekly black market auction!”
As the crowd of mask-clad men and woman cheered animatedly, you felt a tap on your shoulder. “Hey bella, look who’s here.” Seborga pointed over to a dark corner.
You turned and, as expected, noticed Lovino guarding one of the exits. With a gasp, you subconsciously took a step back, to which you bumped straight into Seborga’s chest. “Don’t run away now… I’m sure he wants to talk to you too.” With a push, Seborga got your legs to start moving.
I hope he’s not angry… was all you could think as you walked up to him.
You hadn’t even noticed that Seborga had stayed behind. Lovi looks so much better… I’m glad… you thought with relief. He had healed quite nicely from the one-sided fight. The only sign of it you saw was the small white Band-Aid across his nose.
He was looking off in another direction, smoking a cigar. His hands were in his black suit pockets, and his back was against the exit. His shiny red tie stood out from the dark shadows, but his fedora hat shaded his eyes from view.
Once you got closer, you managed to stutter out, “L-…Lovino…”
He turned at the sound of your voice, and surprise immediately took over his expression. “…_____?!” His jaw literally dropped, causing the cigar to fall from his lips.
The cloud of smoke disappeared once the source was gone. You stared at him, and he stared back. He was undeniably speechless.
“Um… are you okay?” You meant it as in are we okay, relationship-wise, but it came out sounding more like a normal question.
After about a minute of silent shock, he finally composed himself. He coughed lightly, and then eventually let out a laugh.
“What’s so funny?” You watched him carefully, but fiddled with the front of your dress. You felt nervous as ever.
He looked right at you and chuckled, “Is that even you? I’m gonna kill my stupid brother for getting his hands on my perfectly normal girlfriend.”
You glanced down at your extreme makeover, “You don’t like it?” You’d asked before it computed in your mind that he’d just called you his girlfriend.
“I love it. I just don’t feel like it’s you, but that’s okay.” He stepped forward. “…Your inner beauty is still there.”
“Oh…” You blushed. This time, you were the one who was rendered speechless.
He grinned and stepped forward a bit more. “I missed you, _____.”
You felt as if the weight of the world had just been lifted off your shoulders. So you were right—he’d only tried to push you away for your own safety.
With that in mind, you took one last step closer and embraced him tightly. “I-I missed you too… You don’t even know…” You squeezed him even more.
He winced, and you noticed his arms were still at his sides instead of hugging you back. “Oh, I’m so sorry!” You’d forgotten about his wounds—no doubt they were still hurting him.
He groaned, “It-It’s okay… just don’t squeeze me, dammit…”
You laughed; he looked too adorable. He was so weak and fragile right now. “So… everything’s okay now?”
He pulled back and nodded, “Yeah. Since someone finally killed Gotti, everyone’s free now. We’re all okay, now that the bastard’s gone. The mafia’s not even ‘organized’ anymore, and after this, I don’t have to guard any more auctions.”
Upon hearing his words, you grinned brightly. “Really? That’s great!”
He smirked, “I know. We can finally live a normal life.”
Once the auction ended, it was time for the after-party.
As usual, it was more like a ‘masquerade ball’.
You and Lovino were currently by the long, white table-clothed refreshment area. It was covered with various wine bottles, original Italian biscotti, and several other types of snacks. The platters they sat upon were made of silver and carved with mask designs.
“I wonder who murdered Gotti…” Lovino mused as you both sipped from wine glasses.
“Um—” You dropped your glass in surprise. It spilled over the rows of fancy European chocolates, but only about two passersby noticed.
“You’re so damn clumsy.” Even if his words were rude, he gazed at you gently, a smile tugging on his lips. “…And you could never seem like a millionaire even if you tried.”
“Well, m-maybe I don’t want to be one of these fancy people…” You glanced around the ball, full of large gowns, tuxedos, and gold-trimmed masks. “Maybe I just want to be with you, and…” You should tell him. Yeah… you were gonna tell him. “I just want to be with you and literally shoot anyone who gets in my way.”
He tossed you an odd look. “…You’re so fucking weird.”
Offended, you punched his shoulder. “Ouch! You hit one of my bruises!” Despite the anger in his voice, he was chuckling. “Okay, okay! You’re not so weird.” You’d get his true answer out of him eventually.
“So you’re saying you wouldn’t kill anyone for me?” You murmured after a few seconds.
“Well, maybe if someone was threatening you.”
“Like the way someone was threatening you?”
He fell silent. “_____...”
“I would do it for you.”
He simply repeated your name, except more sternly. “_____.”
You took in a deep breath. “I killed him, Lovi.”
He was quiet for a minute; he stared at you with an expressionless look on his face.
Soon, two new voices broke the silence. “She’s right you know. I was with her the whole time.”
“And I saw the whole thing~!”
One voice was a familiar Italian one, while the other sounded… vaguely… American?
Seborga walked up with some blonde-haired, blue-eyed man that you couldn’t quite recognize. “Accept it, big bro. Your girlfriend has more balls than you.”
“And she’s more of a badass than you too!” The American grinned cheekily.
“And you are…?” You asked him bluntly. “And… what do you mean ‘you saw the whole thing’?!”
Seborga gestured to him carelessly, “This is Alfred ‘Hitman’ Jones. As you can assume, he’s a fellow assassin. He was on the same rooftop as us and I guess we never noticed him, cheh?” He laughed nervously.
‘Hitman Jones’… that name rang a bell. So did that white dress shirt and black bow tie.
…He was on the FBI’s Ten Most Wanted list.
He smacked your shoulder playfully, “So where did you get those mad sniping skills? My mentor Gil taught me how to shoot, but I’m still learning long-distance!”
…It just barely hit you right now that you were technically an assassin now. “I-I’m not gonna do it again!” You shouted furiously.
As the infamous hitman continued to fanboy over his new favorite assassin (“You’re amazing! You might just be better than Kirkland!”), and you continued to tell him this was the last time you’d ever snipe, Seborga took this opportunity to pull Lovino aside and inform him, “…It really was her. She did it for you, Roma. She only knew how to snipe because a friend taught her for fun before she moved here.”
Lovino was quiet for another minute or two—until he saw the hitman throw an arm across your shoulders. “…Hey Alfred?” He started.
“Huh? Call me Jones.”
“Jones. Can you get the fuck out of here please?”
“Sheesh, work on your manners—or else next time I might just stab you, ‘kay?” He smiled cutely. “…Sure, I’ll be by the food table.” He skipped away, and you noticed many Swiss army knives clipped to his back pockets.
The steaming Italian looked to his younger brother—into similar eyes of a nearly identical light green. “You too. I need to talk to this idiota alone.”
“Of course~” He stuck his tongue out at him, “tell her you like her accessories.”
“Alriiiight, alright.” Hands up as if in surrender, he strutted off towards a group of young women.
You cautiously looked up to your hot-headed boyfriend, “Lovi…?”
“You’re an idiot, you know that?”
“I’ve been informed.”
“You could’ve gotten in serious trouble.”
“He would have gone after you if you missed.”
“You and me would both be dead.”
“But we’re not, and he’s gone forever.”
The edges of his lips twitched up in a smile. You could tell that you’d won. “Oh, so no ‘thank you’ from you?” You asked without thinking.
He smirked, and forcefully grabbed your wrist. “…Get your ass over here.”
“Lovino—” He tugged you all the way to the dance floor. “But, we can’t do this! Your wounds—”
“-I’m fine, quit worrying.” Once in the middle of the floor, he held onto your waist. “Now just dance with me.”
Surrounding you were elegant couples in dark ballroom gowns, feathered masks, and classy tuxedos. Lovino wasn’t wearing a mask, and it felt like he was all you could see. The spotlight seemed to shine on only the two of you, though it wasn’t. His smile after enduring the torture of living in fear was the brightest thing you could see, and from now on, it would be all you’d ever see. Thanks to you, the darkness in his life would be over.
On that dance floor, you clumsily tried to follow his lead, also stepped on his foot with one of your stilettos a few times, as well as suffered severe mortification, but it was still a memory you’d cherish for the rest of your days.
Slow dancing to the music, you tightened your arms around his shoulders and pressed your head to his chest. “Thanks for not being angry with me.” You mumbled softly.
“Are you kidding?” He pulled back to face you, and gently took off your mask. Staring into your eyes, he blissfully whispered, “I never thought a girl like you would come to rescue me…”
You blushed lightly, just as he closed the few inches of space between your lips and his.
“I think this is the place~!”
“We really shouldn’t be doing this.”
“I agree. W-We’ll be catching her off guard…”
“Yeah! And what if she’s not even home?!”
“…Just knock, my wife.”
“I-I’m not your wife!” Tino blushed furiously, and then knocked on your door. In his other hand was a bouquet of fresh Mountain Avens.
To the group’s surprise, you opened up right away. “…Tino? Everyone?!”
The Finnish boy smiled, “We thought we’d drop by for a surprise visit!”
“Yeah, how long has it been?! A year already?” Mathias grinned at you.
“Uh…” You began.
Lukas stared straight at your face; his soulless eyes felt like they were nearly burning a hole through your head. “…Is that an engagement ring.” He asked—tone of voice more like an emotionless command.
You continued wringing your hands, “Yeah…”
Emil’s round violet eyes widened a bit as he blushed, “Y-You’re married?”
“No! Soon to be; we don’t know the date yet.”
“…D’we catch you at a bad time.” Berwald mumbled.
You heard footsteps down the hallway. “No, I just—”
“Who’s at the door?”
Your cheeks reddened as Lovino faced your beautiful friends. He’d known that you had once been interested in Tino, and you didn’t know how he’d react to meeting him face-to-face… along with your other sparkly, pale, light-haired Scandinavian friends.
“…You must be South Italy,” Tino politely handed him the flowers that were obviously meant for you. “I’m Finland; we are the Nordic Five!” With a grin, he gestured to the group behind him. “Sweden, Denmark, Iceland, and Norway.~”
Lovino was expressionless. You, on the other hand, nearly choked on your own spit. They were countries too, and they never told you?!
“Yeah,” Lovino looked down at the flowers, and then stared at Tino.
You braced yourself for his next comment. Would it be a string of curses, perhaps?
“…You needa teach me how to fucking snipe sometime too-!”
A metal sound brought you back. You opened your eyes wide and closed them slowly. Your heart beat faster and louder than ever. What made it beat like that? Someone surprised you? No, that’s not it..., you thought. You looked around you. You were in a room, an office to be exact. You knew this room. You had been called here several times. It was your boss’ office.
You didn’t remember when and why you were there. You could not remember what happened in a few minutes earlier. You tried to recall but you could not. You stepped forward little by little and your feet bumped to something big. You almost fell but you regained your balance. You looked down to see what prevented your feet to go on. You screamed at the second you saw it. A body covered with blood and its blood was still fresh and flowing through the stab on its chest. Come to think of it, something reeked of iron and now you knew where it came from.
You knelt beside the lifeless body and you noticed that it or he was your boss, but who did this? You reached out your hand to touched his body and that was when you realized that your hands were tainted with blood. It felt like your heart jumped when you saw them and you wanted to scream but no voice came out from your mouth. You looked at your hands then to your boss, to his chest. You looked surround you and found a bloody big scissors. You recalled everything now.
Today, you were forced to work until late by your boss. Your boss was the one who took you from the street two months ago and he, in the beginning, was very kind. He even lent you a room in his house and a job in his company. After you came to his company, however, everything’s changed. A while ago he called, wait... he dragged you to his room, you knew what he wanted to. You were just in that company for a month and your boss would want to sexually harass you. Of course you refused and what you got was an abusive type of boss. That happened again and today, your mind went dark and you ended killing him.
You were terrified now. It’s as if someone choked you. You could not breath normally. You stood and stepped backward slowly, getting away from your boss’ corpse. When your back hit the wall, you quickly reached the knob of the door, slammed it open and ran from the building. You went to the back door and ran in a small alley behind buildings. That way, you were sure that no one would see you in that state.
You ran and ran… You didn’t want to be caught. You didn’t want to be jailed. You wanted to be free. Free from your boss, free from the police, free from everything….
As you ran, the sky seemed to help you another way. The rain poured down from the sky. The heavy rain made you soaked, but it rinsed your body and your hands from blood. The alley was wet and the rain made you hard to see what was in front of you. You just ran and didn’t know that a pile of trashes hindered your way and you tripped over them. You used your arms to shield your face. You fell pretty hard and because of the wet condition, you slide a few centimeters.
It hurt. Your body felt hurt from the falling. You can feel your arms and legs were wounded but you couldn’t do anything. Even now, you began to feel tired from running. Your feet ached. Your head also ached and you felt dizzy. You began to lose your consciousness and before it completely devoured you, you heard someone speak loudly.
~ Someone else’s POV ~
“Oh, it’s time to close the shop~” I said as I went to the door and changed the sign. As soon as I changed it, the sky grumbled with thunder and heavy rain poured. “Oh, I hope Luciano gets home safe.” Then I went to pick my trashes for today and went to my back door. It’d be for a sec, I wouldn’t need an umbrella, I thought.
I opened the door and strong wind blew, “Gotta get this done fast.”
I ran a bit to the left of my shop and threw the trashes there. I was getting soaked so I wanted to get home real quick. When I was about to run, I smelled something… Blood and it was nearby. I turned my body and looked behind a pile of trash.
There was a girl, lying on the ground. I approached her and shook her a bit. She didn’t respond. The iron blood smell was from her, but I didn’t believe it. Anyway, I had to bring her to my house~
~ Normal POV ~
You opened your eyes slightly. The sunlight wasn’t that bright so you continued to slowly open your eyes. You looked at the ceiling; you weren’t familiar with it. Where am I? You scanned the room you were in. It was painted brown and yellow. The bed you were in was green and the rest were blue and green stripes. One thing also caught your attention… there were three closets in that room. You tried to get up but failed miserably as your arms were injured. Your back ached and even your legs too.
Suddenly, the door creaked open. You set your eyes to see the person who brought you here. A man was standing there with a smile plastered on his face. He was wearing a red T-shirt, a white jacket and a red scarf along with matching sunglasses. His hair was blonde and he had a curl hanging to the right of his hair; and his eyes were red. What a combination of color he had. He brought a first aid kit.
“You’re finally awake!” he said with cheery voice.
He approached you and put the first aid kit beside you and went to the bathroom. He filled a bowl with water and took a piece of cloth and went back to you. He took a chair and sat beside of the bed and he began to treat your wounds. First, he dipped the cloth to the water, squeezed it then cleaned your wounds. You winced and moved your hand away from him. Your arms had more scars than you expected.
He was a bit shocked when you did that and said, “Oh, sorry, bella. I’ll be careful...” he strecthed his hand. You looked at him. His eyes softened and you slowly took his hand and nodded. He smiled and said, “It’ll hurt a bit, I’ll try to be careful.”
“It’s alright…” you whispered.
You didn’t know if he heard you or not but you didn’t care. He continued to treat your arms and legs. You winced a bit when the cloth came in contact with your wounded skin, but it was not that hurt again. He bandaged your wounds and then he looked at you. You felt him staring and turned your face. You locked eyes with him. As soon as you did, you felt your face hot, but you kept your cool, “Yes?”
“Do you remember what happen?” he asked.
“Well, in short you fainted at the back of my shop and I brought you here. Have somewhere to live?” he continued.
Your mind immediately struck with what you did last night. Your face paled. You shook your head as an answer. He clasped his hand and said, “Oh, then you should live here, dear!”
You looked at him. You didn’t believe it. Someone who had just found you fainted on the ground offered you a home to live. It was the same as your previous experience. Your former boss also took you from the street, he had a company then he offered you to live with him. You wanted to say no for you were traumatized, but you didn’t have anywhere to go. You could not go back to the company for sure. So you planned to live here. For a while.
“Can I?” you asked.
“Of course!” he smiled.
When he wanted to speak again, your stomach growled loudly. You covered your stomach with your arms as if to reduce the sound. You looked down, blushing. How embarrassing, you thought. “Oh, are you hungry? Let’s go down, I’ll cook you something.”
He stood, then he uncovered the blanket from you and picked you up bridal style. You were surprised and you circled your hands around his neck, in case he was just joking. “Your feet hurt; I think this is the best way, bella.”
You blushed, but you didn’t say anything. He brought you outside his room and put you on a chair. Then he went to the kitchen and cooked something. You waited and when he finished he put the breakfast on the table for both of you and started to eat. You moved your arms carefully as to not hurting them again. You ate slowly but you were able to do it.
That man finished his food first and now he was staring at you. You glanced at him and you knew he was staring at you. That’s why you kept your gaze to the food.
“By the way, I haven’t known your name. My name is Flavio. Flavio Vargas. Yours?” he asked.
You swallowed the food in your mouth and replied, “(name) (last name).”
“Aww~ Your name sounds cute~”
You almost choked your food when you heard that. Anyway, you finished your food and he picked your plate and his and began cleaning up. After cleaning, he looked to the clock, “Oh my, I have to open the shop in half an hour.”
Then he looked at you, “(name), do you want to accompany me in my shop? It’s just downstairs.”
You thought for a while. You didn’t know what kind of shop he had but if you accompanied him, you would definitely meet people and worse your co-worker or someone who knew you. You really didn’t want that. You shook your head, saying, “No, thank you. I prefer to stay here.”
“If that’s what you want then, okay!” He said, “Do you want to stay in bed or watch TV, dear?” he asked you. You were kind of confused when he asked, but in seconds you understood what he meant, “Oh, no. I’ll try to walk by myself, thank you.”
“But your feet hurt...”
“It’s okay, Flavio. I’m fine. I can eat earlier so I’ll be able to walk on my own,” you assured him.
“Oh.. okay,” he grabbed some keys and went to the stairs. Before he descended he stopped and told you, “If you want to change, just choose one from the closets in my room. Just don’t push yourself!” with cheery tone. You just nodded. He then went downstairs.
You sighed when he was out of sight. Flavio was really nice towards you. It was awkward. You just met him and now he was kind and nice. It really repeated what you had experienced. You wanted to believe that his kindness was not fake, but you still had doubt in your heart. You looked at your clothes, it was rather dirty. And one think; your hands still stunk of blood. It’s not strong but if you held them near your nose, it’s clear. You decided to go to his room, changed, and washed the stink from your hand.
~ time skip ~
“(name), where are you?” Flavio asked aloud. It was night time again and he had closed his shop. He then turned to look for you in the kitchen. Yes, he found you there, staring blankly. “(name),” he called again. “O-oh, you’re back, Flavio. Sorry, I’m day dreaming.” You quickly replied.
“It’s fine. Now aren’t you hungry?”
He cooked then you ate together. The rest of the night passed peacefully.
~ time skip again ~
It had been five days since you lived in Flavio’s house. Your wounds were completely healed and you could move everywhere around his house but you prevented yourself to go down, to his shop. You didn’t want to show yourself just yet. Every night, every day, you were worried that someone had known about your boss’s condition and asked the police to look for you.
In these five days, Flavio was really nice. He was blunt but in a good way. He always smiled and you never found a person smiled that much. Whenever he smiled, you felt something strange in you, but you didn’t really think about it. Now, what you had to think was how to get out from his house. You had planned to go from his house ever since. That time, you were afraid that he gave you fake kindness. As time passed, now you were afraid that he got involved with your case. You got to go from his place. The sooner the better and you decided tonight, you would run away from this house.
Night came. It was about time Flavio closed his shop and went upstairs to meet you. You would run in the middle of the night, so no one would see you and Flavio would not know that you went. You waited for Flavio to meet you. A few minutes passed and you could hear something you dread; Sounds of police car nearby. You looked outside the window, oh no, the police visited each places to confirm your whereabouts. You began to tremble. What if they came to this shop and asked Flavio.
“Oh, is there something wrong, sir?”
You could hear Flavio’s voice from downstairs. The police officers had come to get you.
“Excuse me, sir,” you heard the police said, “Do you know this woman? Her name is (name) (last name).”
There was a pause before Flavio answered, “Oh, yes I know her. She’s upstairs. What about her?”
Oh God, now you could not run anymore. Flavio was blunt, you knew it. You wanted to scold him but he didn’t know your current situation. “She murdered (boss name) a few days ago and we have to arrest her.” With that, you could hear the police officers ran upstairs, ignoring Flavio’s voice. You froze. You didn’t move a bit. Maybe if I surrender, Flavio will get away, you thought.
The officers arrived and quickly arrested you. Your hands were cuffed behind you. You didn’t struggle, you wanted to end this quick. Before you were brought to the stairs, Flavio was there and stopped them, “Wait!”
You looked at him, embarrassed. You were a murderer and he was a normal shop owner. If he got involved, it’s your fault.
“Sir, we’re go