This is the first fan fiction I've ever published! Hope you guys like it!

How do they keep smiling and saying it's fine when it's not?
"Smile," they said.
I was always smiling and laughing in those pictures,
Now they are ashes,
Flying away in the wind,
Along with the rose coloured days of the past.
Help me.
I can not bear to smile ever again.
So I wore a mask that never showed what my heart wanted,
Could I always be like this?
Or should I take off this heavy concrete mask,
And tell the whole world who I am
No, that will be too dangerous.

Isn't it?"

"You are worthless - you aren't even my brother!"

His stepsister fired these words at him.

That was when he came.

He grabbed the boy's wrists.

"Sister!"

"Romano?"

"Sister! SOMEONE? HELP ME!"

The dark shadow clamped Romano's mouth shut, as he screamed and kicked.

Then he pulled out a chloroform soaked cloth and wrapped it around Romano's nose.

Not before long, Romano's body slumped forward and was thrown hastily into a van, which quickly drove off.

"Wait! - Romano?"

His sister realised what she had done,

It was too late,

He was gone.

Eventually, Romano woke, surrounded in darkness, in a place where he did not know of.

The floor was cold, and when he felt around, there was only smooth metal, nothing else.

His stepsister's image - her mouth mouthing the words "You are worthless" echoed in his mind.

"Am I really that unimportant?"

The lights flashed on.

He was blinded for a second, as the blaring white light tore through his eyes.

In front of him stood a boy - not older than he was. The boy's eyes were blank and lifeless, however, the colour of honey.

"Follow me, don't try to escape," he said in a monotone. "Call me Feliciano."

He followed reluctantly, with fear rising to his throat.

Feliciano pointed to an elegant dining table, lavished with red flowers and candles, there were baskets full of tomatoes and plates of Paella and Pasta - with basil and garlic.

"Sit."

Confused, Romano sat on one of the chairs, at the furthest end.

Why was Feliciano treating him as a guest, instead of a prisoner?

"Because we will never serve our toy with foul food."

Exclaimed Feliciano - as if he had read Romano's mind.

"There are others coming - to Boss as well," Feliciano went on "don't expect there is only me."

Romano shuddered at the thought of more people who wanted to harm him but kept a straight face and nodded.

A few minutes later, just as Feliciano, a stream of people came in.

One of them sat opposite to him. He had messy brown hair and spoke something that was clearly not Italian.

When he caught Romano staring at him - he winked - and mouthed something Romano can not make out. His face was too cheerful it felt... unnatural.

When all the seats were full - Feliciano stood up and began speaking.

"Look what I have brought today, a new plaything for Boss."

"We shall welcome him into our family, even if that is through force!" he smirked, a smirk that made your guts shrivel up.

The meal was delicious, the Pasta sauce was creamy and the Paella was well cooked, Romano thought there was something extremely odd. He was being treated too well. These questions pestered his mind as Feliciano showed him his 'bedroom' or so he called it.

Romano noticed that the house - or rather - mansion, was covered in red, including the walls, ceiling and floor.

The bedroom was massive - with a personal bathroom and a walk in closet.

A king size bed in the middle of the room was draped in fine red silk, and elaborate designs of golden lions adorn the canopy.

His face remained blank - however on the inside, she wondered if this was a trap, making him loyal to those... Men. Did they really CARE for him?

However deep in his heart, he felt an emotion he has almost forgotten.

It was warm.

But it's gone again.

Feliciano broke the silence.

"Don't get too obsessed over the bed, go and take a warm bath and meet us downstairs"

He departed - humming quietly a sad tune.

Romano found a bottle in the shower named 'Shampoo for ultra sensitive curls', he wondered how those people knew he had a curl that was... special. Feliciano seems to have one - but he doubts it was like his own. The shampoo was coloured red, but smelt like oranges, a smell that brought Romano back to his childhood. He shook his head - pushing the memory back.

Later, when he went downstairs, he found them all seated around the dining table, with everyone sitting as they were in the evening. Romano glanced at the brown haired man, who was still wearing a huge grin on his face, he had deep green eyes which seemed to glitter regardless of the conditions. It also had a dangerous glint to it

"So, here we are" Feliciano began "Start introducing yourselves to our prize"

"Starting with me, I am Feliciano Vegas"

A blonde man with slick blond hair and crystal blue eyes interrupted with "Ich bin Ludwig Beilschmidt and my brother here is-"

"Ich bin Gilbert Beilschmidt!" a man with silver hair and blood red eyes exclaimed. "My little bird here is called Gilbird - he's fluffy, and you can come and pet him, but you have to ask the awesome me first!" He pointed to the tiny bird atop his head.

Romano wondered why he was here.

"My name is Arthur Kirkland, and it's a pleasure to meet you." Arthur interrupted. His eyebrows were in need of a trim, and his English accent was just as thick. The emerald eyes pierced into Romano's head.

"The Frog - I mean, Francis is not here today, he is extremely sick - ha! Serves him well!" Arthur finished off.

"Ah, don't be like that Arthur." The brown haired man who sat at the foremost end spoke. He smiled. "My name is Antonio Fernandez Carriedo, you can also call me Boss! Welcome to the mansion, I cooked the food today! - how was it?"

Romano muttered a "Nice."

"What is your name?" Antonio asked.

"Romano is my name, Bastards."

"You'd better watch that mouth, boss might-" Feliciano abruptly stopped. "Now, enough talking today! Let's go to bed."

Everyone departed to their rooms, leaving Antonio and Feliciano alone in the dining hall.

"Now, Feli~ The Nordic brothers are coming tomorrow."

"Ok Boss."

Feliciano wondered why it was always him who had to stain his hands red. Why did that selfish man steal away his innocence? He hated the way that those huge Emerald eyes looked at him, he hated the smile on his handsome face, he hated...

"Feli~ Come on - you need sleep as well, right?" Antonio grabbed Feliciano and they departed into the unknown.

More to come later! Stay tuned and leave a review - I really want some feedback on how interesting it is!