^^" My second fanfic :D
Le crap that I have written is awaiting you.
Lovino ran. Ran as far as his body could take him. Far from the nasty men that were trying to take his brother. Away from his murderous father that shrouded them in his darkness and hate. He gripped Feliciano's hand tightly and tugged. He didn't know where they were going, but he tugged. They were getting the hell out of there.
"Fratello, where are we going?" Feliciano's huge chocolate-colored eyes blinked in the dark as worry clouded his big orbs. Lovino ran faster, almost dragging the thirteen year-old.
"Fratello, you have to answer me!" Lovino said nothing as he shuddered. He felt them closing in. Lovino then stopped and hugged Feliciano, hitting him with big fat salty tears.
"F-Feliciano Vargas," Lovino drew away and smiled sadly, rubbing his eyes. "Promise me. D-Don't get caught by these men. Go as fast as your legs can carry you," Lovino dropped a golden cross necklace laced with diamonds and sapphires and a bag of coins.
"Live well Feliciano Vargas. And promise me to never use or speak of the name Vargas. For now, you and I are not brothers, and your name… Is Valerio," Lovino pushed him away as he heard the murmuring of the men.
"GO!" Lovino screamed in mock fury, tears streaming down his rosy cheeks. Feliciano stepped back, confusion showing in his eyes.
"GO AND NEVER COME BACK, YOU BASTARD!"
Feliciano ran, clutching the small bag of coins while shoving the necklace into his pocket. It was time to go. Lovino turned around and smirked, cocking his head and shoving both hands into his ragged pants. The men stopped.
"Heh, you thought you got my brother huh?" The men glared at Lovino. "Well too bad, you bastards. That was a faux. The guy isn't even Italian. Hell, I don't even know where he's from," The men grabbed Lovino's arms and bound him up with a rope. The Italian smirked as he glanced at one of the men.
"That's what you get, you little bastard,"
A blonde man shoved him into a small cage and slammed the rusted door.
"Been up to no good, haven't you?" The man slurred, speaking in a heavy British accent
"Well too bad, me good fellow. Yer getting' sold today, up in the market right next to the bar called…. What was it called again?" The man staggered out of the room in his drunken state and stumbled out the door. Lovino curled his hands around the metal bars, wincing as his wrist touched the cool metal.
"Where's the damn lock…" He mumbled, guiding his hand around the round bars. A loud thud made the Italian gasp.
"GAH!" Another slam and the creaking of metal was heard. Something slid towards his cage. A small, soft hand snuck its way between the bars of Lovino's cage and groped the air.
"H-Hello? Is a-anyone there?" A light was suddenly flicked on. Lovino shielded his eyes until they finally adjusted to the light, and then gazed at the person that held his hand tightly.
"F-F-FELICIANO?"
OHONHONHON Now what do you think of zat?