The house was quiet, for the time being. Vash knew that it wouldn't last long. He was having a guest—one who came quite frequently now—for dinner. He had asked his sister to go stay with Roderich. He hated the man, but he really needed the alone time with Feliciano.
He had fallen for the young man, back in his high school years. Well it was Feliciano's high school years, it was his personal second year of University. This made all of his hopes of pursuing his feeling for the young man illegal, so he waited. Alone, with the only memory of Feliciano being that one month.
5 Years earlier
All he knew was that he had to keep running. The blond haired man had told him to run south, to his brother's house, that he would be safer there. So he ran. He ran as if there was an army of millions trailing him. It wasn't as if he had to run that far. His brother lived—well lived most of the time—pretty close to where he was. In fact they had, at one time, shared a house with their grandfather. But since his untimely death the two had split apart. Feliciano, the running boy's name, had arrived at his brother's home. And he was in luck! There was obviously someone home because of all the lights on.
Feliciano reached the door and starting rapping on it loudly, hoping that someone would hear him inside. He was following the blonde man's orders. Why? He hadn't really ever followed what people said, but yet he did now. Why now?
There was a muffled shout at the door. "Toni! Get dressed, it's Feli. Just as Vash said." He heard a few clicks and bumps on the other side, and then the door swung open, reveling his bare-chested brother and a warm inviting house.
"Fratello! The scary blonde man—" Feliciano sputtered. He was out of breath. He didn't know it was possible to run so much.
"Get in here you idiot, before that potato bastard gets closer." His brother said, cutting him off harshly. He pulled Feli inside roughly, shutting the door and swiftly locking it behind them. "Sit down and rest, Vash will be here soon." He ordered, pushing Feliciano towards a couch not to far away.
"Lovino! Wait…who is Vash? And why were people shooting at me?" Feli started to panic. Panicking led to crying. And that is exactly what he was doing when Lovino made him sit.
Lovino sighed. It was hard enough to deal with Feli when he wasn't crying, so he knew it would be that much harder to explain everything to him while he was crying. "Vash, our guard. And they are trying to get to me through you. They also tried to get Antonio, which is why he is here…" he trailed off, looking over his shoulder. "Antonio? You perverted idiot! Come out here." He yelled toward an open door.
Feliciano looked up from the floor he was staring at. He looked at his brother, then the open door—which now had a Spaniard standing in it. Luckily the tan man was fully clothed, unlike Lovi. "Lovi~! I was just getting dressed, just like you asked. Don't fret over me!" He suddenly said, rushing over to the older Italian. He flung his arms around Lovino with such a passion it made if wasn't apparent about what they had been doing earlier, it was now screaming in everyone's head.
Lovino shoved the Spaniard away. "Get off of me you dim-witted lover. Can't you see Feli is crying?" He questioned bitterly, trying to shove the touchy-feely man away.
Antonio frowned, but slowly relinquished his hold on the Italian. "Aw, Lovi~! Why do you have to ruin all my fun…?" He trailed off as the noise from outside quickly came to a silent end, well three gun shots and then silence. All of the yelling and clanking had ended rather suddenly. The three young men all turned to the door just in time to hear a swift knock that would never have been easy to miss.
Antonio, not taking it into effect that this wasn't his house, ran to the door to answer it. Lovino couldn't help but jump up in protest. "Toni! This is my house! I will answer the door." He said loudly, projecting his voice. Then mumbled, "Fucking idiota, and he says I don't have manners…" He walked over to Antonio quickly, unlocking the door slowly as if he expected the person on the other side to be dangerous.
