A/N : guys, I just want to say don't expect much from me. I've got a lot of ideas but since my grammar was not good enough, I wasn't motivated much to post a multi-chapter fic. However, I'm going to try my best to get this fic done.
Warning : Lovino's language, suicide attempt, broken family issue…( I don't really know where this fic going, but if there will be more warning then I would add some more)
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Lovino's P.O.V
The morning breeze was chilling. I wonder if I wear the clothes thick enough, I wasn't use to be this early. The train station is almost empty save for a few people, and the sky is still dark. I pull my beg close to my side again and let a soft sigh as I stared at my feet again.
'come with us. We will take care of you.'
"I see you pick up a new habit, Vargas" a familiar voice startled me.
I look up to find my uncle stare at me with a unreadable expression, that maybe because of his white mask he always wear no matter where he go. I give a small grunt as a reply. He gave me a small smile and sit beside me. He draped his hand behind the chair and stare at the dark sky, lost in his thought before start a new attempt of chit chat again.
"I'm sorry, kid"
In all of thing I could imagine, I didn't expect for him to apologize. Why would he? He done nothing wrong. I didn't lift my gaze from the floor. I don't even know how to react.
"I…I don't know what to do anymore. I didn't mean to let you down, kid."
Fuck…I'm not good at this. It's getting awkward, say something! C'm on! Say something!
A large hand grab mine, forcing whatever my hand do to stop. He give me a sad look. Why? I look down and find my wrist red from my unconscious scratching.
"you always scratch your hand when you nervous." He say in a quiet tone.
"make sure to get rid of that habit, kid. Now that you're moving away, I can't help you that much anymore."
I turn my head away from him.
I'm not ready to talk. I don't want to talk.
"I would do whatever I can to help here and from here. So, don't worry about the apartment or anything else. Just focus on your study and the treatment, make some friends as well."
I can hear his teasing tone in it when he talk about me making friends. Its not I'm bad at making friends, I just prefer being alone. Oh shut up you.
"Kaplan"
I lift my head at the nickname he gave me. He smile at me, its not his teasing smile nor the devil smile. It's the smile he always gave me when he want me to cheer up, it's the smile he gave me when I'm not crying at the funeral. His comforting smile that always promise me it will all be fine.
"live well"
I chocked back a sob.
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I wonder if this is correct, Kaplan means Tiger in Turkish.
A/N: yes, that is Turkey as Romano's uncle. I read the wiki and the trivia saying that Romano have a Arabic blood in him. I thought it will suit Turkey better to be his uncle rather than other middle east personification. It easier for me to wrote a character that we all know. I will also write about Romano having an older brother, can you guess who? And don't worry about Seborga. He will be in this fic.