A/n: Hello! I already have most of this actually written, I just didn't know if I should post it or what. Now I can share it and hope you guys who read it enjoy it! Reviews are highly appreciated! This is my first fanfiction I've ever written actually, so hopefully after this one, I do an even better one!
A/n 2: Also, I don't know for sure how many chapters this will have. Hopefully not too many.
~Chapter 2~
"Antonio!" Lovino's heart plummeted into his stomach as he rushed over and knelt beside Antonio. He watched Antonio wheeze and hold to his chest. "Antonio, hold on. I'm gonna call emergency services real quick, this could be really serious… I need you to lift your hand so I can see what happened." Lovino clasped his hand and moved it slightly causing a whimper of pain from Antonio. Lovino gasped at the revealed bullet hole. "Oh, dear god Espana!" One bullet? Lovino hadn't noticed exactly how many had hit him, or who shot him.
Who would shoot him? What if it was some assassin sent from another country, or even someone who knows what he is and, oh my goodness. Lovino's thoughts began to jumble, and he had to clear his mind. Lovino took a deep breath and grabbed his phone, quickly calling emergency services. "Shit! Oh yes, hello… my friend has been shot. Yes the address is… Please hurry!" He hung up and cradled Antonio's head in his lap. He found himself deeply staring into Antonio's emerald green eyes. Antonio smiled at Lovino, after all he didn't want the last thing Lovino saw from him to be a frown or tears. Lovino could tell Antonio was in great pain although he wasn't sure exactly how much. Antonio closed his eyes, and Lovino went into a panic.
"Antonio! Please stay awake, stay with me!" Lovino shakily said before grasping onto his face tighter, as if holding on for dear life. Lovino refrained from sobbing, even though he could feel tears well up to the corners of his eyes, by murmuring to him. "You're going to be okay…Damn it! What bastard would shoot you? Stay with me, I'm here, okay?" Antonio opened his eyes a little and struggled to speak, wanting to tell Lovino something.
"L-Lovi…I-I need to say… something b-before-" Lovino shushed him, and brushed some of Antonio's hair behind his ear. He refused to hear it. He refused to believe that he could possibly leave him.
"Save your breath bastard! Don't waste it…"Lovino murmured, beginning to hear the faraway blaring of an ambulance gradually getting louder. When they finally arrived they lifted Antonio onto a stretcher and into the back of the ambulance. Lovino, concerned and scared, asked them to allow him to accompany them even if he could only sit in the front with the driver. They nodded and just asked him to be calm. He nodded and jumped in, his head spinning, and hearing talking from the EMT's in the back. He glanced back through the little window every moment he thought too. When they'd finally reached the hospital, Antonio was rushed to the operating room. Lovino was greeted by a doctor who told him that it was procedure to report the gunshot wound, and Lovino would probably be asked some questions. Lovino nodded and took a seat in the waiting room. It had seemed like it was perhaps a random stray bullet or bullets. Lovino hadn't really seen what happened, what if it had been intentional? What if… what if Antonio had been trying to tell him what happened? Lovino put his head in his hands and sighed. He felt so stupid, like he should've listened. He now realized just how dangerous this situation could be. How dangerous it was to rush to his side and hold him, like he painted a target on himself. How bad had Antonio's injuries been? Yes, they were countries, but even they aren't invincible. Especially if he was shot intentionally…