Story Name: Wings.
Author: Yukikosnow139
Rating(overall): M
Rating(Chapter): T+
Characters: N. Italy- Feliciano, - Lovino, America- Alfred, Canada-Matthew, England- Arthur, France-Francis, Russia-Ivan, Spain-Antonio, Germany-Ludwig, Prussia-Gilbert, Austria-Roderich, Hungary-Elizabeta, Japan-Kiku.
Main characters: S. Italy-Lovino, N. Italy- Feliciano, Spain-Antonio, and Germany-Ludwig.
Pairings: GerIta, Spamano, RusAme, PruCan, FrUk, and AusHun.
Main Parings: Spamano and GerIta
Summary: Five years ago, a horrible incident happen. It destroyed a clan and sent two brothers across the ocean. One brother, broken and damaged. The other, hoping for a better future with his brother. But just as the possibility of healing arises, enemies from the past have come back to destroy everything built.
Warnings: Homosexual relations,inappropriate words, Rape(glistened over), Mafia, and bad translations,
Author note: So welcome to Wings! This will be fic that focuses mostly on Lovino and Antonio. I hope you all enjoy and please review! ^.^
Chapter 1
He had to escape, he wouldn't be caught. Run. Run pass the broken alleys. Pass the broken people. Pass the streets full of trash. Run away from them. Away from those that wanted to hurt him. Run even as the cold air nips at your cheeks and nose, as the wind slices in to delicate skin. Even as his lungs protested and legs threatened to give out, he ran. Keep running. Ignore the shots. Ignore the pain in his arm. Ignore the betrayal that left a foul taste. Ignore the salty tears. Men were not supposed to cry damnit!
A searing pain, one that he thought to be the worst ever, bloomed in his leg and he met the wet asphalt in a hard kiss. As he laid there, his hazel-green eyes clouded over in pain, he could tell by the warm liquid traveling down his leg that he had been shot. This time he wouldn't be able to escape. Neither his brother nor his henchmen were here, he had been so stupid for going alone. However in his defense, he thought this was just a simple meeting between a capobastone(1) and a erede(2). That was such a stupid thought, Nonno had always told him to be careful, even if it was said more or less said flippantly. His brother was the one that always got care-filled scolding's from Nonno and the clan to be careful. Huh, he was going to miss those bastardos. He wondered if they would miss him and much to his chagrin, tears gathered. Damn it! Men were not supposed to cry, especially members of the mafiusu(3). He heard some laughter and the heavy footfalls that crunched the gravel below their fat bodies.
"Ciao piccolo erede. Come stai? " He recognized that voice, it made him want to throw up. The man laughed and pulled on his dark brown chair, the wounded male was thankful he missed the curl. He was pulled face to face with the familiar scarred face of a raven haired male. The man's face was deeply sun kissed and looked to be more like a dried patch of land that had cracked and split. Though the raven haired males one good brown eye, his eye showed triumph.
"Andare all'infern!" He shouted and spat in the raven haired male's good eye. Like hell was going to answer a betrayers question. The scarred man wiped the spit, his expression one that scared the wounded male. It wasn't angry, instead it was blank.
"I had hoped we would be able to make this easy. Oh well erede, this was you choice." The raven haired male kicked the brunet in the head and hazel-green eyes dropped, his body going limp.
"Ah, little Lovino. I was truly hoping that you would make this easy." Two men dressed in black picked up the limp male's body and easily threw him in a white limo, the raven haired man stepping in too. With a soft rev, the only sound on this cold dreary night, the white limo disappeared.
No…. It hurt. Please stop! I was wrong, THIS was the worse pain I have ever felt. Stop! Stop! STOP! No one listened. No one would listen. They laughed, their faces disoriented beast that had slobber everywhere. Hands were everywhere, on my hair, my face, my hips, my chest, my ass, and….. They were violating me. Over and over, I tried but I couldn't stop them. I hate them. I hate their hands on me. The violation of my body, of my spirit.
"Per favore, Dio, nostro Padre, mi perdoni. Mi scuso per questi... agisce. mi perdoni per la ..." The men laughed and my begging, they laughed as they committed a sin. A sin that would send them to hell, but they didn't care when I told them. The laughed, violated my body, humiliated me. I hate them. But…..i hate myself more. As much as I tried not to, my body responded to the violations. Their shrill laugh rang high as my essence came out for the third time. Their hands had grabbed at my curl, the one area no one besides my brother had ever touched. And that was because we had been children and sometimes our curls got caught.
Their essence was buried deep in me and I cried, they laughed some more. They whispered soft words into my ear. Some were disgustingly gentle while others were soul cutters.
Whore
Slut
Bitch
Dog
I don't know how long the violations happened, I tried to black out as much as I could, but I remember what HE said when they were done with me.
"Ti Amo."
"Ve~, Luddy!" A cheerful voice called over the murmurs of conversation going on in the restaurant.
A tall, almost six foot male, with slick backed blond hair and intimidating cold blue eyes turned around. His cool blue eyes softened and warmed even as he frowned when he spotted his fiancée running to him. The male was smaller, around 5'7' and had a more lithe body, he was wearing a simple long sleeve dark blue shirt with black skinny jeans. His brown hair with a curl on the left that defied nature made the blond smile. His eyes were closed but 'Luddy' knew when they opened they would the most amazing brown he had ever seen; a large smile graced the shorter males face.
However when he was less than five feet away from the blond, the carpet slid and he fell with it. Strong arms wrapped around the brunets waist and saved him from the rather nasty fall that would have occurred.
"Feliciano, I've told you many times to not run. Especially as you seem intent on trying to break something." The blonde's voice was deep and strong, something Feliciano loved very much.
"Dispiace~ But I knew Luddy would catch me!" The man whined with a smiled and kissed his fiancée on the cheek, the pale skin tinted pink as the German cleared his throat.
"Kesesese….Aww what an adorable scene!" An annoying voice said loudly, interrupting Ludwig before he could say something. The two fiancées turned around to see Gilbert, Ludwig's brother, standing there with a giant smirk on his face, his red eyes smirking too. The Prussian, he insisted that was what he was, wore a white dress shirt with a blazer over it, black slacks too, it went well with his pale skin and snowy hair.
"Gilly~ Ve~ so happy you're here!" The Italian threw himself at the albino, giving him a giant hug. The Prussian hugged back, enjoying the happy atmosphere.
"Aww…Feli, I think Luddy's jealous." Gilbert smirked, his brother blinked at him in confusion.
"Does mein bruder want a hug from his awesome big brother?" The Prussian had let go of the Italian and was advancing on the German. Ludwig backed up, really not wanting to get hugged by his brother in public.
"Gilbert, stop harassing your brother at his engagement party." A soft voice made the albino pause and pout before grabbing his boyfriends' hand.
"But Mattieeeeeee….. " said male rolled his violent eyes behind gold framed glasses. His wavy blondish hair with a curl that fell to the side, shook as he also shook his head.
"Try to be nice to your brother tonight, eh?" The Canadian smiled at the Prussian, making said albino pout even more.
"I'm always nice. My brother is just not awesome enough to see it." Gilbert defended himself, a smile on his face too.
"Ve~ let's go find the hall!" Feliciano grabbed Ludwig's arm and Gilberts, dragging the two which also dragged Matthew with him to their reserved hall for the party.
The party was in full swing. The hall was truly beautiful. With a roof that had to be over 100 feet above the ground, sparkling chandeliers that seemed like stars in the black covered ceiling, large glass windows that showed that night truly had fallen, a large marble floor with enough space to hold over 1,000 people, and painted cathedral like walls, it was hard to not call it beautiful.
A large long table sat 12 people, both friends and family. At the end, on the left sat Ivan, a Russian big boned male that was smiling pleasantly and indulging in his lover's jokes. His lover was Alfred, a loud American that was studying to be a lawyer. Next to Alfred was Francis. Francis was deep romantic French but could come off as a pervert; he was Feliciano's placebo brother. His husband, Arthur, sat next to him and was politely making conversation with Kiku. Kiku was the last person on the left side of the table, he was both Ludwig's and Feliciano's closest friend. Kiku was a small Japanese male that was a video game designer. On the right side of the table, across from Ivan, was Elizabeta, a Hungarian. She was the only female but a good friend of Feliciano. Next to her and across from Alfred, sat her husband, Roderich. Roderich was an Austrian composer and pianist. Next to Roderich and across from Francis was Antonio, a friend of both Gilbert and Francis. He was a happy-go-lucky Spanish male that was also good friends with Feliciano. Next to Antonio and across from Arthur was Gilbert who was suspiciously conspiring with Francis and Antonio. Matthew sat on the other side of Gilbert and across from Kiku, seemingly forgotten.
At the head of the table was Feliciano and Ludwig, Kiku on Feliciano's left side and Matthew on Ludwig's right side.
While Feliciano was happy, so very happy, that all his friends and their significant others were here, he was troubled. Ludwig noticed when he was trying to speak to the Italian, the amber-brown eyed younger male would be distracted and lag in their conversation. While this seemed to be typical Feliciano behavior, Ludwig noted that the Italian barely touched his pasta. That had to be a crime in Feliciano's opinion, if he wasn't distracted.
The Italian bit his lip when he saw the time, 8: 25. Butterflies literally felt like they were flying in his stomach. Worry started to eat at him, his eyes never leaving the clock, making Feliciano gnaw his bottom lip.
'Is he OK? What if he got into an accident? Or what if he was mugged? Or kidnapped?' The last thought almost had the brunet jumping out of his chair, wanting to go home and check on him. 'No. Don't do that Feli, he did say the latest he would be here would be 8:30. Which is still-' Feliciano's eyes bulged out when he saw it was 8:45 already.
"Feliciano?" Ludwig had been watching as his fiancées countenance went through a myriad of emotions. They all ranged from worry, to sadness, to fear, to worry again, to panic, which it was currently set on.
"V-ve? Oh Ciao Ludwig. What's wrong?" The Italian was clearly nervous and looked down at his phone in his lap. 8:48.
"Well-" A loud ringing cut the blond off. Feliciano scrambled to grab the phone. Looking at it, Ludwig saw as he sagged with relief.
"Fratello. Fratello? Siete Ok?" Feliciano spoke in rapid Italian, only pausing to listen.
"….."
"Sì, sì... IO sono alla festa."
"…." Feliciano tensed and bit his lip, glancing at Ludwig
"Eh? No, io vengo. I sarà presto."
"….."
"I sarà presto. Addio fratello." The Italian closed his phone and looked at Ludwig who was looking back with worry.
"Luddy….I'm so sorry!" The Italian burst into tears, throwing himself at his German fiancée.
"Calm down Feli, What is wrong?" The Blond ignored the audience they had gained, simply stroking the brunet's silky soft hair. The Italian just sobbed harder, the room was silent. Most of the guest was worried about Feliciano, never seeing him this worked up. Especially over a phone call.
"I….I got to go Luddy. Mi dispiace. Ti Amo." The Italian pulled away and gave Ludwig a kiss before gathering his things and hurrying out of the room. No one said anything, all very confused.
"Whoa , West. What did you do to the kid?" Gilbert tried to lighten the mood by making a joke.
"Bruder, This is not one of those times. Please." Indeed it wasn't. The group fell into a small silence. Each hoping that whatever had happen, it would work out in the end.
Translations:
Nonno- Granfather
Bastardo- bastard
Ciao piccolo erede. Come stai- Hello, little Heir. How are you?
Andare all'infern- Burn in Hell
Per favore, Dio, nostro Padre, mi perdoni. Mi scuso per questi... agisce. mi perdoni per la- Please, God, our Father, forgive me. I apologize for these ... acts. I am sorry for the-
Ti amo- I love you
Dispiace- Sorry
Mein bruder- My brother
Fratello. Fratello? Siete Ok?- Brother, brother? Are you Ok?
Sì, sì... IO sono alla festa."- Yes, yes…I am at the party
Notes:
1. Capobastone. It mean underboss, which falls directly below the boss in the mafia.
2. Erede. It means Heir. While in the mafia, the title is not passed down by blood, in this fan fiction it will be unless the boss says otherwise.
3. Mafiusu. It means mafia, but us the Sicilian word for mafia.
If any of this is wrong, please tell me! I hope you enjoyed this chapter and please review. Antonio and Lovino should meet next chapter. If you guys have any ideas please leave them in a review.
Thank you,
Yukiko~