War.
War had torn apart people and lands.
Almost every country in the world was at war with either another country or even itself. Civil war and bombings were now an almost an everyday occurrence. It wasn't unusual that people were almost living inside bomb shelters and basements. There was no true safe place left.
Many people were calling this the end of the world. Other people were trusting their government to fix it. But if we're being honest here, their government was probably all dead at this point anyway.
At least that's what Lovino Vargas thought.
He was taking refuge in Venice, with many other people. There had been an underground base secured there, where Lovino could stay. But even he knew he would probably die before he got out. Like he was going to get out. He wasn't kidding himself on.
His home was under siege and it was only a matter of time until they found him too. Some people prayed to God, praying that they would be healthy and alive when this was over. Lovino stopped believing in God when Antonio was taken from him. Sure, the guy annoyed him to the brink of anger, but he was like a brother to Lovino, and he was taken by force to fight for his country.
He had been gone for 6 months. He was probably dead. Who knows? Lovino certainly didn't.
Soon, the army would come back, complaining that they needed soldiers in the field, and would do the same thing as they done with Antonio. Maybe Lovino could leave this time. He'd rather die in war than stay in the base. It was boring as hell and nothing ever happened. All that happened was people bringing them the latest news of who was dead and who was still in battle.
He knew who was in battle. They didn't need to let him know every day. Lovino had painted almost every wall in this goddamn place. It's not because he's lazy, not this time. It's because he lost all inspiration to even paint anymore.
Yeah, it was boring.
And everyone pissed him off.
Everyone was too hopeful about this. They all believed they would get out and live normal lives again.
Lovino wasn't buying it.
Long story short,
Lovino Vargas wasn't stupid.
Yeah, there's nothing wrong with being a little hopeful but it was ridiculous at this point. It had almost been a year since they had all came.
Lovino didn't even remember what his brothers looked like.
Okay, to be fair, he had a couple of faded Polaroid photos but they weren't clear enough for Lovino to recognise them as his brothers. They were nothing but a forgotten memory now.
He couldn't lie and say that he didn't have time to call them; he had all the time in the world.
He didn't want to call them.
His brother, Veneziano had left the country with a German soldier, and his other brother, Romeo had went to his home to aid soldiers on the field.
But they left him.
They left him.
They left him and Antonio to run halfway across Italy just so they could get in even more issues.
And that's where we start.
In the base, in Venice, with an abandoned Lovino Vargas.