Prologue

"Boli bolli pentolino-"
BANG
"F-fa la p-pappa al mio bambino-"
CRASH
"L-la rimescola la m-mamma"

The small prince held his younger brother in his arms. Trying to keep his breath as steady as he could. They jumped every time a new noise was heard outside their closet doors. The eldest brother tried to focus on singing the lullaby and keeping his sibling safe.

"Mentre il bimbo fa la nanna-"
SLAM
"Fa la nanna g-gioi a mia-"
SCREAM
"O l-la pappa s-scappa via"

Once the song had ceased, so had the noise outside their door. All that could be heard, was their un-even breaths. It had been the middle of the night when they were woken up by their panicked mother and placed in the large wardrobe. Tears ran down her pale cheeks as she kissed both their heads. She looked into the wide amber eyes of her oldest boy. "Keep him safe Lovi." she whispered before closing the wardrobe doors. Surrounding the two in complete darkness.

The Italian brothers were startled once again when they heard the bedroom door slam open. All they could make out was muffled voices and furniture being thrown around. "Fratello...I-I'm scared" the youngest whispered pressing his small hands over his ears. "Shhh" the other cooed "Its okay Feli. I won't let them hurt you. Just...stay quiet. Okay?" He repositioned himself, better hiding his brother behind him. He refused to let anyone touch his brother, he refused to let his mother down.

The footsteps and muffled voices seemed to stop in front of the thick oak doors. The prince prepared himself for the worst. As the two doors swung open, instead of being threatened (or worse: killed) on the spot. They were greeted with two familiar faces and broken smiles. "Lovino...Feliciano...Grazie a dio so sta bene!" The older of the two men exclaimed with tears in his eyes. He scooped up the shaking boys in his strong arms, holding them close.

While his brother sobbed uncontrollably, Lovino quickly scanned the room. But the only other person he saw in the room was their 'nanny' of sorts Roderich. He was leaning on the wall, with his glasses resting on top of his dark brown hair and his bruised face buried in his hand. "Nonno" Lovinos voice cracked as his eyes met his grandfathers. "...where is mama and papa?" He was breathing heavier, trying to hold back as many tears as he could. He was scared of the answer that he knew deep down he was going to receive.

Feliciano looked up, his crying reduced to sniffles as he was curiouse for the answer as well. "Boys...I-..." Their grandfather was at a loss for words "I'm so sorry"

The young prince had never cried so hard in his life.


Why hello there. This is my first story and I hope its okay so far ;w;