A/N:
In case y'all didn't know:
Lovino= S. Italy
Felicano= N. Italy
Vendor/Childern= not important
Stranger=...
Papa= Vatican city
Ok, second story. I've been wanting to post this forever. Hope y'all like it, Imma shut up now.
"Fratello, please don't go..." Lovino heard his little brother wine, pulling at the elders tattered shirt as Lovino loaded his pistol in front of the fire.
"You know I have to go Feli, we have to get food from somewhere don't we?" Lovino explained gently, not looking up from the weapon.
"But what if you don't come back?" Felicano protested weakly, tightening his grip on Lovino's shirt desperately.
Looking up, Lovino saw the fear painted across his brothers face as clearly as the tears rolling down his face. 'He always did cry too easily...' Lovino thought to himself as he finished loading the gun and slipped it into the holster at his hip.
Gathering the younger into his arms, Lovino began to rock them back and forth, whispering comforting Italian in Feli's ears.
After a few more moments, Lovino pulled back, looking his little brother in the eye. "This is gonna be like every other time I go out: you're gonna stay here and mind the fire..." Lovino leaned forward and let their foreheads rest togeather for a moment and the two took a moment to just breath in the other before Lovino pulled back, brushed the youngers bangs away from his face.
"And I will be back before you know it. Lovino promised placing a kiss on both cheeks. "Just a little longer, fratellino. I promise."'
Nodding, Felicano released his grip on the other and drew himself to the back of the cave, trying to put on a brave face for his brother.
Giving a rare smile, Lovino nodded. "Good boy. " he turned and walked to the edge of the rock formation stopping and turning back to his little brother. "I'll be back soon."
And, Lovino disappeared into the trees.
Slipping his way through the crowd, Lovino kept his head down and ears tuned the people around him, he could hear people talking about schools and prices and new news and old news, but Lovino didn't care about that.
Lovino cared about the open aired shoppe.
Not looking up, Lovino could smell cherries and apricots, he could smell zucchini and eggplant, and fresh-baked pastries.
He could hear the soft chatter in his own, smooth tongue making small talk and bartering prices.
Lovino could feel he could sence the presence of people around him, enough, he knew, to hide his movements but not too many to prevent an escape if he needed to, which he shouldn't but detection was always possible.
Slipping his way through the crowd, Lovino carefully selected his "perchance", tucking ripe tomatoes, and peppers, taking his time to check for color and ripeness.
He was just a careful in selecting fruits, letting nectarines and plums nestle themselves next to the vegetables in his pocket.
Finished, Lovino let himself just wonder around for a moment, so as not to look suspicious before stepping lightly out of the store, undetected.
But the stupid brats playing tag by the entrance had other ideas.
Getting themselves right under his feet, Lovino couldn't help tripping over the snot-nosed nuisances and just barely managing to twist his body and prevent the stolen goods from being bruised.
He couldn't, however, prevent the precious food from scattering across the street.
Scrambling, Lovino gathered as much as he could afford before the clerk saw him.
He didn't get far.
It only took a moment before the thick voice rang out.
"GET BACK HERE YOU INSOLENT BRAT!"
But, Lovino was already gone, racing through the crowd with ease and grace, tucking his prize into the folds of his pack before slinging the thing onto his back to let his hands free.
Chancing a glance back, Lovino almost couldn't smother a laugh at the sight of the oversized vendor trying to force his way though the crowd and Lovino thanked God that he was the size he was.
But, by turning his head, Lovino didn't see the man in front of him until it hit him.
Literally.
And they both ended up on their asses.
Lovino, again, managed to protect his stolen goods, this time keeping them in the bag, while the idiot he'd run into cracked his head against the ground with an audible smack.
"Ow..." he whined, holding his head tentatively as he pushed him self upright, eyes shut.
Lovino didn't know why he wasn't gone by now, until the idiot opened his eyes, and Lovino couldn't move.
Despite being tear-filled and confused, this man's eyes were the brightest green Lovino had ever seen, and they stopped him in his placed, memorized by a memory.
This idiot, this man, he was something else.
Dark hair, almost black, curled around his face in a bed-head style Lovino forced himself not to reach out and touch, if only to see if it was as soft as it looked.
His eyes were like emeralds, like fresh green grass, like his fathers had been, so many years ago.
Lovino glared, he would not fall for it. So what if their eyes looked the same? This man was not papa, Lovino wouldn't fall for it and forced himself to come to his senses.
And a good thing he did. Lovnio could hear the vendor closing in, the few seconds reminiscing had cost him precious time and ground he had to move.
Now.
Turning back to the man in front of him, Lovino saw the confusion in emerald-green eyes and he couldn't help himself from taking one, last, long look, one more look at the man that was not papa but was close enough-
NO!
Run.
Lovinio's body moved with practiced, unconscious ease, chest expanding, best to get air now, while he could, knees flexible and tense, light on his feet ready to run, to doge, to survive.
Lovino ran.
The stranger stopped him.
A single, tanned hand twisted itself around Lovino's shirt and the knife on his belt came to life in his hand.
It was survival, instinct.
So way did Lovino feel like he had betrayed?
'Papa...'
"Feliciano!" Lovino called, setting down his pack and looking around for his brother.
"Fratello!" he didn't have to look long, the energetic Italian jumping on Lovinio's back.
Taking a moment to just hold one another, Lovino breathed in his little brothers sent.
After the death of their parents and youngest brother at a break-in in their house, the two learned how to appreciate and love what they had, who they had.
Pulling back, Lovino placed a kiss on both of his brothers cheeks while his little brother reached up, framing Lovino's face with small, fragile hands.
"Are you hurt, Lovino?" Feliciano asked, eyes searching Lovnio's face.
Placing a soft kiss on his little brothers forehead, Lovnio gave a small smile.
"No, fratellino, I'm not hurt." leaning their foreheads togeather for a moment and closing their eyes, Lovino collected his brother into his arms and let them sink to the floor.
After a moment, Lovino broke the comfortable silence.
"You wanna see what I got?" he asked his brother, pulling back and lifting one side of his mouth up in a smirk.
"Yes!" Feli answered, jumping up from Lovino's lap.
"Alright." Lovino laughed as Feliciano began to dig through his bag, freezing when that strange man's eyes flashed past his eyes.
'Stop this.' Lovino commanded himself. 'He's no one. He's not Papa, he's not some guardian angel, he's not going to save you or Feli, so stop thinking about it. Now!'
"Fratello, are you alright?" Feliciano asked, moving away from Lovino's bag to reach out and touch Lovino again.
"Yeah, sorry Feli, I'm fine." Lovino said, ruffling Feli's hair. "So, what did you find?"
Fratello-Big brother (Italian)
fratellino-little brother (Italian)
A/N: before I forget: Hetalia= I don't own.
Anyway.
So, this fic was inspired by my love for Lovino(S. Italy) and the inner workings of his mind, so, Salvezzawas born.
Despite the fact that I've written, what 4 chapters for HeroeI still ended up typing this up, like three times because I keep forgetting to save it. ^_^;
So.
Like with all my other fics y'all don't have to leave three million reviews to get me to update, Imma be as constant as I can with updates.
Speaking of which.
Imma be working on this story for a bit till I get it caught up with Heroeso updates on that story'll be a bit slow.
Anyway, Imma shut up now, I think that's all I needed to say to y'all so Imma go work on ch.2, save this thing first, and see y'all later.
Ja ne (see you)!