(A/N: Well, this is my first FanFic in a while...
Oh, this is a crappy chapter, just so you know. It'll get better when you go along, and... When I actually learn how to write better...
Kay, thanks, read on, darlings~)
「Ricordo」
Numero Uno
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~Recuerdo, Mi Amor?
Recuerdo, Por Favor...~
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Life was bustling in the Roman night. Nobody knew why, though, probably just another big city thing. 'This is Italy...' Antonio thought to himself, 'Why isn't anybody asleep yet?' Just glancing around at the beautiful lights and buildings from the park bench made him wonder so much. Maybe they just took tons of siestas and didn't sleep at night... Then again, it was Saturday.
That made him feel dumb.
Feliciano had dragged him to the lively city, in which Antonio had taken along Lovino with him, to the older Italian's demise. They were planning to meet up with Gilbert and Ludwig, actually. But in the end, Francis wanted to come along when he heard both Antonio and Gilbert were going to be there. Mathieu had no choice but to go with his papa.
It left Lovino in an outrageous headache.
The only non-idiot that was coming was the Canadian, who wasn't recognized by anybody or barely spoke, either. The hazel-eyed boy sighed, and his hand and face meet to create a face-palm.
So here the three sat, in a park, waiting for the Bad Touch Trio to reunite and leaving their younger companions doing whatever with them.
"Ve~" Feliciano let out, "Too bad Kiku isn't coming..." Lovino glanced at his younger brother. It would be nice having another non-idiot here...
Antonio laughed, "Don't you think there'd be too many of us?" Lovino looked into his emerald eyes, almost glaring at him. He was right. There was already six- Uh, seven, people coming. But he still wanted another sensible person next to him.
"At least you two have each other~ Ludwig said he'd be coming late..." another 've' of a sigh escaped from his mouth.
Lovino blushed. He hated the fact that Antonio had to blurt out they were in love. But all the bastard did was laugh and reply with a, "Guess you're right!" he then hugged his love, whereas the older Italian changed to an even brighter shade of red.
Feliciano giggled at the sight, and then looked into the far distance of the city-lit horizon. He snapped out of space a few moments later, his eyes widened with glee. "Ve~ big brother Francis!" he squealed, waving at the Frenchman.
The blue-eyed man smiled, and continued walking over, "Bonjour, mon cher!" he gave a slight wave.
"Francis!" the Spaniard let go of Lovino and gave quite the manly hug to the Frenchman.
"Hi, mon bien-aimé Antonio!" he gave a bear hug back, "Long time no see!"
"Likewise!" the Spaniard laughed.
Mathieu smiled at the sight of his guardian being ever-so-happy, but oddly walked over to the bench and sat next to Lovino, almost completely unnoticed.
"Ciao." the hazel-eyed boy said, not even looking at the Canadian.
"A-ah, hello... Feliciano?" the blonde responded.
Lovino gave a hard slap to his forehead to keep his anger pouring out, "I'm Lovino. The happy idiot over there is Feliciano."
"O-oh!" the violet-eyed boy stuttered, "I'm so sorry! H-hello, Lovino..."
A menacing scowl only welcomed Mathieu, who shivered at the sight of the hard stare of the Italian."
So," Francis began, "We're just waiting for our dear Gilbert and his frérot, no?"
"Yeah!" the green-eyed man grinned, "Go take a seat, I'm gonna text him, see where he's at." he ripped out his cell phone, and typed away.
The Frenchman sat next to the younger Italian, who greeted him with a simple 'Ve~'.
Other than that abrupt noise, it was quite awkward waiting for Gil and Lud. Nobody spoke, nobody made a noise aside from Feliciano, who let out his odd noise from time to time. Mathieu sneezed, Lovino yawned, Francis complimented on how cute they were, which just led him to a curse from the older Italian.
'Such a perfect night...' Antonio thought to himself, 'Nothing in the least wrong is going to happen.' he chuckled to himself, 'I might jinx myself saying that...'
As a matter of ten minutes, the Prussian had arrived with his younger brother. More hugs and curses ensued, along with 've's and nervous laughter.
"Well, now that the awesome me is here," Gilbert proclaimed, "We can go do our junk and stuff, right?"
The Frenchman and Spaniard replied with a yell of, "Yeah!"
Mathieu smiled, as they shouted with joy, even if some people were staring at them. He then feasted his eyes upon the landscape, "This is quite the beautiful city..." he stated as his eyes began to gleam.
Ludwig nodded in response, also having a slight smile on his face, "It's very alive, if that's the right way to put it."
Feliciano giggled and hugged the German's arm, "Yeah! Now you see why I like going over my fratello's place?"
The blue-eyed man placed a larger smile on his face, "Yeah..."
The Canadian yet again beamed, and looked around at the scenery, "I bet you love it here, Lovino..."
The older Italian shrugged, "Yeah... But it gets boring when you live here most of your life.
They continued having a small chit-chat, surprisingly, until Lovino's head was... Noogied.
The Italian was surprised at first, but then realized it to be Gilbert, he was filled with rage, "VAFFANCULO!" he began to squirm out of the strong arm around him, and once Lovino was released, Gilbert had already dashed off, cackling in his own awesome way.
The hazel-eyed boy was so pissed. So. Pissed. He ran after the Prussian, screaming, "CHE PALLE! GET BACK HERE!"
Everybody else started laughing, snickering, or just sat there, grinning. "Don't kill him!" Antonio laughed, imagining the sight of a caught Gilbert, begging for mercy at Lovino's feet.
"Let's go follow them!" Feliciano gabbed, running off, dragging his boyfriend with him. Francis agreed, shouting "Rendezvous!" and ran off with them along with Antonio. Mathieu stayed, however, slightly confused. He sighed, as he realized he was alone.
Gilbert dashed out of the park, and ran across the street next to it. He glanced back to see if Lovino was close. The Italian was, but he was running out of breath, and becoming slower.
The ruby-eyed man let out a holler, "Hurry it up, cutie-pie!" he started laughing yet again.
Lovino's face turned a bright red, he growled, a sudden surge of energy rushed through him, and ran faster than before...
Into the street...
Whereas he didn't notice the blasting headlights of a large truck, speeding by.
... Didn't feel like a short time, before he came into contact with the large vehicle.
It felt like split seconds turning into minutes, really. He could turn his head back slowly and stare at the green, wide eyes of his love. He tried running the same direction, but his quick steps was like walking with cinderblocks on one's feet.
He didn't scream. What need was there? He had all the time in the world...
... And then it hit him.
All he heard was a loud crack, the feeling of floating, just for a millisecond, the noise of his head thumping the pavement. He cracked his eyes open. He only saw red out of one... The rest of the world was blurry. He tried lifting his hand to his face, but he was in too much pain... So much grueling, excruciating pain, he was completely numb. He tried to scream, but his throat refused, and all that came out was a pained moan
He coughed, his head spinning. He heard a desperate cry of his name... Slowly becoming stretched out, echoed...
And then all was white.
Nothing to feel, hear, see...
Just a white-walled room filled with white noise...
White...
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Gilbert was still for a moment, not really realizing what had happened until reality slapped him in the face. He dashed over to the motionless Italian, shaking his shoulder and calling his name over and over.
Lovino looked beyond horrible. His arm was bent the wrong way, his ribs were obviously broken, as the side of chest was bleeding. A possible piece of metal or something had gotten in his eye, it was pouring out blood like tears. He was suffering from a concussion, maybe, his dark brown hair was beginning to dampen with the crimson liquid.
"LOVINO!" Antonio soon joined the Prussian, grabbing onto his love's small frame, gently but tenderly. Tears filled his eyes as he glanced around the beaten body.
A crowd formed around the street, cars had stopped.
Antonio heard familiar voices around him, putting a hand on his shoulder, trying to comfort him
"Has... Somebody called an ambulance yet?"
"What good would it do? Nobody pulls over in traffic for an ambulance here!"
"Feliciano, calm down, please..."
Sobs... He heard sobs. Were they his own? Or were they somebody else's?
He couldn't tell...
He wasn't paying attention...
All there was was Lovino's broken body and him, holding his beloved. In a blank room. The background was nothing but nonsense, nothing but an irritation from his world.
All of his focus was putting his own life into Lovino's,if possible.
The older Italian slightly opened his one functioning eye, just a crack, just a little bit. He glanced around, and cringed in pain.
"Lovi..." the Spaniard touched his cheek, whispering words of comfort to his beloved, who passed out after a few seconds.
Oh. He went back to sleep.
He's asleep, right?
Right?
Another sob resounded.
Antonio noticed something else in this world. He looked up, only to see Feliciano almost bawling his eyes out at his older brother. He had seen the younger Italian's pain as well. Whenever Lovino was hurt, so was he. He wanted to hug the darling little boy, but he was too busy trying to make Lovi breathe more... Staring him down intently...
These hours of his world were only a few mere minutes.
He had realized the boy became more limp, and came back to reality.
"F-francis! Go get your car, now!"
He had jinxed himself.
(A/N: Yeah, see? Crappy chapter. If you want translation notes... um... Google Translate? And some are just... Obvious...
Flames are welcome! I use them for marshmallows...)