Hi guys! I've finally finished this! It's not a one-shot, and a little long, so I'll update once a day or so. But the whole thing should be up in around a week or so. I started writing this a while back, but I never finished, and eventually re-wrote it all with more descriptions. It's SpaMano, though it's not all that obvious. There's quite a bit of cursing (Lovino) and of course, there's killing and blood (it's a mafia fic...).
This is also inspired by the song "The Last Revolver" by mothy (sung by Gumi). This prologue is a taste for the END of the story. I am not fluent in Italian, so if there are any mistakes, please let me know. This is also published on my Quotev account, so don't freak out if you see it there. Anyway, please let me know if you like it! I appreciate everything!
The gun clicked as Lovino pulled the hammer. He held the revolver at arm's length, pointing it in the direction of the handsome Spaniard in front of him: Antonio Fernandez Carriedo. Their eyes met each other's, lingering in a silent warmth for longer than the Italian man would like to admit.
Lovino's heart hammered inside his chest. Taking in a deep breath, he tried to steady his rapid breath and racing pulse; trying to at least somewhat calm himself down. And it was all to no use.
The revolver still hung in the air, pointing at Antonio's head and ready to fire. Though Lovino had always had a steady aim, his arm strangely trembled slightly yet uncontrollably.
Perhaps the gun would disappear, Lovino thought grimly, if only I wished for it hard enough.
The Italian man squeezed his eyes shut, wishing with all his might that the small yet heart weighing object in his hand would fade away into nothing. Yet as he blearily opened his eyes once more, the scene turned out to be unchanged – in fact, it was more real than ever.
If I could fix it, Lovino thought, his eyes already starting to water against his will, I'd want us to see the fireworks festival once more, okay? …I'm so sorry for everything.