Alaric kept his gun pointed at the man on the ground, hovering over him with a smile full of excitement and malice. Romulus was beneath the blond man, struggling to get up. He had several wounds on his body and one on his head from being hit with a pipe by Alaric's Russian right hand man. He knew he was slowly dying, but he was positive that Alaric would kill him before he could bleed out.
"Well Romulus, it looks like I've finally won. And don't worry, I'll take good care of your grandsons." He said evilly. Romulus growled and glared up at Alaric.
"If you lay one finger on them I swear you will die." Romulus said weakly, but still managing to seem menacing. Alaric chuckled and grabbed Romulus' shirt collar, bending over to look him in the eye.
"I don't think you're in any position to be threatening me." He growled out. He then pointed the gun at the man's head.
"Now, goodbye Romulus." A loud bang resounded through the air as he pulled the trigger. He dropped the lifeless body and walked over to his car, telling his men to clean up the "mess". Ivan stood by Alaric's car, opening the door for his boss.
"Ivan. I want you to go to Romulus' house and pick up his boys. Drop them off at my house when you do." He said. Ivan smiled and nodded.
"Da, of course." He said. Alaric paused before climbing into the car, looking at the odd smile on his henchman.
"And don't harm them." He added. The smile on Ivan's face faltered slightly but stayed ever present. He nodded once more and Alaric sighed and got into his car. Ivan watched his boss leave before taking his own leave and heading for the Vargas household.
Ivan knocked on the door of the large house, waiting patiently. He heard two voices inside, one very high pitched like a girl and the other a bit deeper.
"Ve~ Grandpa's home!" The high pitched voice squealed. Ivan could hear quick footsteps headed for the door.
"Feliciano! Don't open the fucking door!" The other voice yelled. Suddenly the door swung open and Ivan quickly slid his foot between the door and the frame to keep it from being closed. The boy before him had short auburn hair parted in the middle with a stray long curl that sat on the left side of his head. He had a dozy look on his face, and was staring up at the large Russian questioningly.
"Ve?" Was all the young boy could say. Then another boy, looking very much like the other one came rushing in. His hair was parted to the right with the same stray curl but to the right. His hair was darker than his brothers and he had hazel eyes. He looked quite angry and immediately started to scold his brother.
"Dammit Feliciano I told you not to open the goddamn door!" He yelled. He then saw the Russian man in the door way and grabbed his brother, pulling him away from Ivan and standing in front of him protectively.
"Who the hell are you?" He asked.
Ivan smiled at the two boys.
"I'm Russian. You're coming with me!" He said cheerily.
"Fuck no! We're not leaving with some fucking creepy bastard like you!" Lovino yelled. Ivan continued to smile, then grabbed the two boys wrists and dragged them out of the house toward the car. Feliciano cried the whole way as Lovino cursed the man in Italian. He tossed them in the back of the car, locking the doors immediately then started to drive toward Alaric's home.
Alaric stood as Ivan came walking through his doors, dragging two boys behind him. One of them was following silently with tears in his eyes and the other was trying to wiggle out of the man's grasp while muttering curse words at him.
"Thank you Ivan, can you please go fetch my grandsons before you go?" Alaric said.
Ivan nodded and released the boys from his grasp.
"You stay da? Or I will punish you." Ivan said to the boys with a creepy smile. Feliciano squealed and hid behind his brother. Lovino cringed slightly but glared at the man and cursed at him. Ivan walked away, closing the doors behind him to allow Alaric some privacy with the two boys.
Alaric looked over the boys for a moment before speaking.
"Okay, You're Grandpa had to go away to some where. He asked me to take care of you boys because he wasn't sure if he would come back. So you'll be staying with me and my grandsons from now on." He said. Feliciano nodded in understanding, though Lovino looked at the man suspiciously.
"How do we know you're telling us the truth?" Lovino asked.
Alaric opened his mouth to answer when the doors burst open and in ran a young boy with red eyes and white hair.
"Haha! The awesome me won again!" He cheered, throwing his arms in the air in his victory. A boy with blond hair and blue eyes walked in behind him, shaking his head slightly in exasperation.
"Gilbert! Ludwig!" Alaric said, quickly gaining the the two boys attention. The pair looked up at their grandfather with curious eyes.
"This is Lovino and Feliciano Vargas. They will be staying with us from now on. Please show them around the house, and don't be rude." He said, looking intently at Gilbert as he said the last part.
"Ja! I will give you the most awesome tour ever!" Gilbert said, running over to the door and waiting for the other boys. Feliciano seemed to perk up quickly and ran after the elder, though Ludwig and Lovino followed behind at a slower pace. When the doors shut again Alaric sighed and shook his head before moving back to his seat to continue his work.