-x-x-x-x- Lovi –x-x-x-x-

I looked over at my brother, taking deep breaths and pants. Had we really lost another damn fight? How many times has this happened?

Fuck, I don't even think I have enough fingers to count. All I know is that I'm getting tired of this shit. We aren't strong enough, thats all I know.

Feliciano looks over at me with this depressed look, tears filling up his big brown eyes.

"Don't you shed a damn tear, fratello." I hissed, taking his wrist in my hand. "I swear, the next fight we get into, I swear we'll win it."

He nodded and sniffled, dropping his gun down to his feet and wiped his eyes. "M-Maybe Ludwig and A-Antonio can help us. I-I mean, they might teach us a few things."

I shake my head. "Do you really want them to think of us as being that weak? Hell no. We don't need their help."

"B-But Lovino…" He dragged out the last letter of my name, which is really fucking annoying. It's more annoying when you're as pissed off as I am.

"Damn it Feli!" I drop his wrist and push him. "I said no!"

"But you didn't even listen to me! They are a lot stronger than we are, and if we just sit around and don't do anything, we won't get anywhere!" He cried out.

I sigh. Shit, he's right. He's really right this time.

"Alright, fine. D-Damn." I pick up my brothers gun. "Just come on. Lets get out of here."

Feliciano nods, and we make our way away from the field where thousands of our lifeless soldiers still lay.

-x-x-x-x-

"Now, the both of you need to take this training seriously."

I can't believe I'm here right now. I just cant fucking believe it.

Squished between my brother and Antonio, I'm trying to listen to what this potato bastard has to say. I nearly groan when he mentions the training that we have to do.

"Any complaints, Lovino?" He looks at me with his bright blue eyes.

I wave my hand. "No,No. I just can't hold in how much fun this will be." I grumble and sigh.

"I wouldn't be complaining. I mean, it was your choice to get training from me."

"Ahem, I'm actually getting training from Antonio. And it wasn't my choice, it was my damn brothers!"

"I didn't mean a choice like that." He looked at me, his eyes half closed like he was bored. "I mean, it was your choice for your army to be so weak."

I jump up, laughing. "So that's what you think, you damn bastard? You think it was my choice to be this weak? You think I want to be so fucking weak?"

"Fratello!" Feli calls.

"Lovino." Antonio says at the same time and pulls me back down to sit. He smiles at me with one of those it'll-be-alright smirks. "Calm down, okay?"

"I can't just fucking calm down when this damn stupid potato sucking bastard that my brother loves so god damn much is here making fun of our army because it's bad!" I glare back at Ludwig. "And you can't just be saying it was only my choice. It was my brothers choice, too! It's the both of our faults that we cant stand up on our own!"

Feli looked up at me. "It wasn't any of our fault's Lovi! Our army just happened to be bad, there were nothing we could do about it!"
"Alright, Alright. I've obviously started something here." The potato bastard pinched his nose before looking at us. "Alright. Lovino, you go with Antonio and the both of you will practice for a little while. Feliciano, you come with me. Got it?"

I nodded and hissed under my breath, getting up and leaving before Antonio even stood.

Once he came outside his sighed, looking over at me. "Okay, I know you're angry—"

"Hell yeah, I'm angry! He can't just say that about us!" I turned to Antonio, taking a deep breath. "He doesn't know why we are weak."

"And do you?"

I stay quiet. "What the hell do I have to practice?" I roll my eyes and fold my arms.

Antonio shakes his head slowly. "I guess we could start with showing you how you can actually throw a grenade, since you have problems with that."

"I nod and shrug. "I don't care what the hell we do, as long as I can get away from the potato bastard."

The country bumpkin nods and goes inside to get a few grenades, coming back over to me and lead us away from the house.

He then tosses me one and I juggle it around before catching it. "Alright, you at least know how to get it to go off, right?" He asked, dropping the other ones except for one that he would use.

I nod. "You take the pin out and throw the pin, right?"

Antonio face palmed. "Actually, you take the pin out and throw the grenade… If you throw the pin, you'll probably die…"

"S-Shut up, bastard!" I hissed. I bit the pin of the weapon and pulled the grenade, both of the items separating. I threw the grenade as far as I could. Which wasn't that far.

The explosion happened and I ducked, afraid that something might have shot up in the air.

But all I felt was Antonio's hand on my back and his happy laughter. "Don't worry Lovi. You didn't hit anything. But you may want to throw it harder if you want it to get anywhere." He does the same thing that I did, except throwing his grenade a lot farther than mine went.

Stupid show off…

I roll my eyes. "Well I'm sooorry if I'm not good at throwing something." I fold my arms and Antonio sighs.

"I'm glad I didn't let Ludwig take you and practice with him." He mumbled. I looked over at him. "What do you mean?"

"I was going to let you practice with Ludwig. But I know how much you don't like him… so I said I'll train you."

I almost roll my eyes again but stop myself.

Damn it, why does he have to be so nice?

I look down, my face turning a light shade of red. "L-Let's just continue this damn training." I said stubbornly.

Antonio smiled again. "What do you want to practice on next?"

I yawn and stretch my arms. "Do we really have practice on anything else?"

He nodded. 'Are you good at shooting a gun?"

I nod. "That's the thing I'm actually good at."

Antonio nods, tapping his chin and smirking widely. "How about you show me?"

I glare at him. "Damn bastard, I can shoot a fucking gun, alright?"

He holds up his hands and laughs. "I'm sorry Lovino. I just don't want Ludwig to get angry if I don't train you correctly."

"Whatever." I bark and look away, my arms still folded.

After a moment of silence, I feel Antonio's hand cup my chin and turn my head to look at him. I squeeze my eyes shut so I don't see his face.

"Hey! Open your eyes Lovi!" He wines.

I shake my head. But I know he's smiling.

"Do I have to make you open your eyes?"

I shake my head, letting my eyes snap open. "Damn it, just leave me alone." I grumble and turn away.

"Lovino, you're not going to get any stronger if you ignore me."

"God damn it!" I cried, turning back to him. "What if I don't want to get stronger! Fuck! My army is shitty, alright? I already know that! You and that potato bitch have to stop reminding me about that, okay!"

And with that, I turn around and leave.

The only thing that pisses me off more is that Antonio just watches me walk away from a distance.

Fucking bastard.