Feliciano had Lovino in a vice grip as he yanked him around the school. Lovino did not like this, but since Ivan had brought him home after his 'attempted' suicide, his stupid twin just wouldn't let him be! Everyone was staring at him! He knew that any second, someone was going to try to trip him. Any second.

Lovino was exactly right. Just the second someone's foot shot out and he fell flat on his face. Of course it was none other than Gilbert Beilschmidt who was now laughing his ass off at the boy on the ground.

"Poor lovino... I guess you should watch where you're going, huh? Kesesese~" Alfred chuckled and grabbed lovino by the collar and yanked him up. "We will have to teach ya a lesson now won't we?" He pulled his fist back, only to have it grabbed by a certain Russian. "Save your energy. No use wasting it on this... F-Fag. I hear Kiku has a new camera. If you can find out where he is I bet it would be fun to smash it. Maybe we can knock around Arthur a bit too." He saw the Quarterback visably flinch at the mention of his secret crush. "Y-yeah... Kiku... Great idea..." He muttered before turning away from Ivan. "Come on guys... Let's just go."

Once they were all gone and out of eye shot, the Russian grabbed Lovino's hand and dragged him and a stunned Feliciano to a janitors closet. Once they were inside, he shut the door and grabbed his crush by the shoulders. "Are you okay? They didn't hurt you... Right?" He quickly looked him up and down as he spoke.
Feliciano's face lit up at the scene and he jumped at the Russian, hugging him tightly.

"Grazie! Grazie! Grazie! I knew you weren't scary!"

Lovino scowled and shoved him off. "Fuck…you. Leave me the hell alone." Feli frowned and let go of Ivan in favor of grabbing his twins arm. "Ve…but he just saved you from Gil and Al."

"I don't give a shit." He yanked his arm away. "Ve! What if they would have hit you again? What if they hurt you really, really bad this time? What if you…died?" Lovi froze and glanced at Ivan, narrowing his eyes. The look clearly read 'if you say a word about the bridge, I'll kill you.' before he turned back to Feliciano. "So what? No one would give a shit anyway. Your pea brain would forget after five seconds and this bastard wouldn't do anything that would get him found out by his 'friends'. So fuck you both. Especially you, Feliciano."

He shoved his brother back, making him fall into cleaning supplies. Feli's eyes were wide and quickly filled with tears before he pushed past and ran out of the closet. Lovino watched him go with a saddened frown. It needed to be done. Maybe if Feliciano hated him enough, when he died, the other wouldn't be as affected. That was his plan at least. He glanced at Ivan. "And you can go fuck off after him. I don't want your help and I don't fucking need it. It's your damn fault I'm still here so you should just sit the hell back and watch."

Ivan growled and grabbed lovino by the collar, pulling him closer so he could look into his eyes. "Don't talk like that." He hissed quietly. "I made a promise to your grandfather that I would keep you safe and Dammit that's exactly what I'm going to do. I'm not going to sit back and watch you gets your ass kicked because your to fucking stubborn to let anyone help you! Can't you see I actually care about you?! I want to help but I can't if you keep pushing me away!" At the point he was shouting at lovino. He pushed the Italian against the wall and growled dangerously. "So say what you want, but you're not going to destroy yourself. I won't allow it."

He smirked but it fell the moment he heard Lovino whimper quietly. He let the man go and stared in horror at him. He looked terrified...Dammit... If there was one thing he got from his father it was his anger. In a split second he could go from calm to insane. He turned away from Lovino and buried his face in his hands. "Oh god... I'm sorry... I didn't mean... Jesus."

Lovino trembled, wrapping his arms around his middle. He didn't even realize he was crying until a tear slid down his face and landed on his arm. He stared down at it then up at Ivan. The Russian wasn't even looking at him anymore, but had his back to him. He seemed to regret yelling at him, but Lovino couldn't be sure. In the back of his mind there was always that…sense that Ivan was faking. What if Gilbert or Alfred put him up to this? Kat was his sister. She could have too. They seemed to back away rather quickly. Lovino had been expecting a fight between them all. No one tromped Lovino for torture. No one. Especially not Kiku or Arthur. What if Ivan was just 'playing' nice to him in order to make a huge show out of it? What if, in this moment, he was showing his true colors?

Either way…Lovino wasn't going to stay in this closet with him. Fuck that! He was in enough pain already. Gilbert and Alfred, he could handle, but one of Ivan's hits? That would surly put him in the hospital for good. He silently moved towards the door and ran out before the stupid Russian could realize what happened. He ran down the halls, erratically making turns before he came to a stop and tried to think of where to go. Not the bathroom again. He'd seen the video on Youtube for that. Never again. The art room…Ivan knew where that was so…no. Arthur hid out in the band room. Kiku; in the English wing. He had nowhere else to go. He sighed. "so the art room it is…"

Ivan sighed and ran his hands through his light hair. God... He fucked it all up. Maybe he should apologize... What if he doesn't want him to?

He sighed and stepped out of the closet before walking down the halls. The hallways were virtually empty which meant class already started. He might as well not go, it would be easier than explaining why he late. He walked down the halls for a few minutes, going to no particular spot, when he found himself outside the art room. Was Lovino in there? Couldn't hurt to check. He peaked through the glass window and sure enough he was there, sitting at a desk with his head in his arms. His shaking shoulders were the only evidence he was crying. Poor guy... Before he could stop himself Ivan silently opened the door and stared at the Italian. He leaned against the door frame and watched him for a moment before finally speaking up. "I... I saw the video..." Lovino lifted his head up and turned to Ivan with wide eyes. Said blond closed the door and walked up to lovino, kneeling down next to him. "Kat showed me the second it got posted... I saw what they did to you..." His hands ghosted over his clothed upper arm where a burn now lay. "I dont blame you for trying to..." He didn't want to say it. A lump grew in his throat and he had to swallow hard before he could continue. "But not everyone is like that... Your grandpa is a very kind man... I'm sure your parents had to be wonderful for having raised you... Your brother just wants the best for you, even if he is sort of absent-minded. And... I'm not all that bad. If you give me a chance."

Lovino flinched away from his touch and looked away. "D-Don't to-touch me…" he didn't like being touched. He didn't like being looked at. He didn't like being spoken to. He didn't like being interacted with in general. "No…" he shook his head. "I can't. I can't do it. S-Stop…just…leave me alone." Ivan tried to reach for him again, but Lovino jerked away, almost falling off his seat. "F-FUCK YOU!" He stood up and faced Ivan, the distraught look on his face enough to keep Ivan frozen in place. "Don't you get it, you stupid fucking Russian!? I don't want this anymore! I don't want to be helped! I don't want to give you or anyone else a chance! I'm not supposed to be here!" He grabbed his chair and shoved it back so he could grab Ivan roughly by his scarf. "I'm supposed to be dead, you fuck! All these Goddamn years of sitting back and watching like a good fucking jock, never doing shit! Now you want to help me? Now you want to cure me? Well, fuck you! Too little, too fucking late!"

He shoved Ivan backwards and walked back him towards his drawer. He paused, staring down at it, almost robotically taking off his hoodie and letting it fall to the floor. His shirt hung off his frail body; his pail skin riddles with scars and bruises. He opened the drawer and pulled out his exacto knife, popping off the cap and observing it in the light. "This came in a set of art supplies from my parents…heh…it's still so sharp. They don't know what I use it for. Never did and never will…they'd just be disappointed. Everyone else is disappointed in me…" he smiled sadly. "That's ok…I won't be seeing them ever again anyway…"

Ivan couldn't take his eyes off of lovino if he had wanted to. Now that he took off the hoodie it was clear that cutting wasn't the only thing he had been doing. He was starving himself. Before it was the cuts he had focused on but... God. He looked terrible. "Lovino... What have you done to yourself..." It wasn't really a question. He stood straight and peeled off his lettermans jacket and placed it on the table before going over to the shell of a man that was standing across the room. He was going to show him his scars. Show him he wasn't the only one being beaten on a regular basis. You could see many scars, brusies, and burns that ran up and down his arms but 80% of them were under his black t-shirt.

"You need to stop this... Please. Just stop this. I don't want to see you like this." He went to grab the exacto knife at the same time Lovino decided to move it away from him. The result was a deep gash in the linebackers hand. Both boys looked down at the cut in shock before the pain set in. Ivan doubled over and choked back a scream of pain. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!" He was used to pain like this in other places, but he was never abused on the hands so this pain was something new entirely.

Lovino's hand released, the knife dropping to the ground. He stared at the hand before looking down at his own. They trembled. He hurt Ivan. Why did he feel bad about that? It was the stupid bastard's fault! He shouldn't have bothered! He should have just left when Lovino started screaming at him! He shouldn't be such a stupid idiot! "I-I-I-" He couldn't even talk now! Weak! Weak! Coward! Disgusting! His hands flew to his head to stop the loud screaming reverberating in his skull. Wait? Was he screaming? He closed his mouth and blinked shock that the yells stopped. Why was he screaming? What was wrong with him? His heart was racing and he was starting to get clammy. Ivan's hand was bleeding all over the floor. He was half entranced by the red liquid, but a part of him knew the process to cutting oneself. He turned and ran into the back storeroom, ignoring Ivan's yells for him. He scrambled to find a cloth, a clean cloth. All he found was his cloth full of his dried blood stains. He really didn't care and ran back to Ivan, wrapping the material around his hand to stop the bleeding. His hands were shaking terribly and his vision was slightly unfocused. What was wrong with him? Lack of food probably. "S-Sorry…" Why was he even apologizing? "S-St-stupid, fuck. D-Don't you know you're n-not supposed t-to grab a kn-knife by the sharp end?"

The door opened and a teacher from next door came in. "What is going on in here? Mr. Vargas? Mr. Braginski?" "S-Sorry…it was m-me. I have class in here n-now and Ivan came in to give me homework. He…he cut himself on my exacto knife." The teacher nodded. "Mr. Vargas, please take Mr. Braginski to the nurses office then." "O-Of course, signora." Thankfully, the teacher didn't comment on the sight of their bodies and left them to their own devices.

Ivan put pressure on his hand and stared down at the now dark red cloth. Damn this was a deep cut. Hopefully he didn't cause any permanent damage or anything... God what if he couldn't move his hand anymore? What if he couldn't play football? He started to panic slightly but after a few deep breaths he was fine again. He looked down at Lovino and smiled even though he was obviously in pain. "It's not too bad..." He sighed. "I'm not going to the nurse. She'll just make me call home... Explaining this to my dad isn't even an option." He looked at the rag again and saw he had bled right through it. Good thing he wasn't scared of blood or this would be even worse. He unwrapped the rag from his hand and placed down on the counter. With one hand he pulled off his shirt and wrapped it around his wound. He grabbed one end with his free hand and the other with his teeth and pulled it tight, making sure it will stay in place. "There! G-Good as new."

Lovino didn't hear him. His eyes were trained on the other's chest. Scratches, cuts, burns, scars, welts, bruises…everything lay on his pale skin. None of them looked self-inflicted. Alfred and Gilbert were his first thoughts because of everything they had done to him, but neither of them would dare to hurt the six foot, bazillion pound Russian like that. They would shit their pants just thinking about it. Who would have hurt him like this? What had Ivan done in his entire life that would deserve such punishment and abuse? He himself had created the greatest sin of all by being homosexual so his abuse was justice in a sick kind of way. Yes…Ivan said he was also gay. Plus he had kissed him and shown him a pity that was unheard of, but theses scars and marks looked older than that. Older than him realizing he had feelings for another man. They had nothing to do with his sexuality. Why then? He looked down to his hand, now surrounded in the black material, then over to the wet, red cloth that lay innocently on the table. It was hard to tell that it once held his own Italian blood on it now because it was so thick with Ivan's. He'd done that. He'd cut Ivan. Given him another scar. "I…I…I'm sorry…" His weak legs gave out and he feel back onto his butt and leaned against the cabinet. "Who…who did that…to you..?"

Ivan raised an eyebrow at the man and kneeled down next to him. "Who did what?" He followed Lovino's eyes and noticed they were fixated on his chest. Oh. That. He forgot that when he took off his shirt he would expose his scars. "Well... M-Most of them... Are from my f-father..." He sighed and ran a hand down his scarred chest. "He's a good guy. Really... He just gets angry. Like I did earlier... only difference is I can stop myself... He can't." Ivan traced a few of his scars with a sad smile. He stopped being ashamed of them long ago and began to accept then as a part of him. Each mark showed a different a hardship he endured. "Most of them aren't even my punishment... Like this," He pointed to one on his right bicep. "This was for when Natalia snuck out if the house... And this," He pointed to his side where a long, fairly new looking, horizontal scar lay. "When my father caught Kat and Gilbert having sex." He smiled like he was remembering the time with fondness.

Lovino frowned. That…didn't make any sense. "Why would you…take their punishments?" He knew Yekatrina was a bitch and would have deserved every hit, but he didn't really know Natalia that wall. She seemed rather…evil, much like her sister. Lovino would have let them take the scars if they were his sisters. "I mean…I would have done the same for Feliciano, but…Feli would never do anything like that. I mean, he and Luise still haven't even talked about fucking yet. Your sisters both seem to deliberately bring on his wrath…it's stupid Ivan. Maybe if Kat knew what it was like to be hit, maybe she would-" He stopped himself and looked away before he could say 'stop hitting me'. He didn't know what went on in their house, obviously. Maybe she still did get hit, but Ivan took the worse punishments for her. He shouldn't being saying anything like that when he had no idea. He had no right to comment on their home life. "S-Sorry…I…I didn't…" he cut off again and wrapped his arms around his middle, sliding his hands down each clearly defined rib. "I don't understand what kind of idiot would want to be hit in place of another."

Ivan was silent for a moment before a small smile formed on his lips. "Love." That's all he said. Lovino looked up at him with wide, confused eyes. "Love... That's why I take the hits... I love them. They are my sisters... They weren't always the girls they are now. Those cruel things they are now is what my father has forced them to become." He sighed and looked down at his lap. "I've never told Anyone about my father. The football team thinks I was in a car crash when I ease younger... Except for Alfred who is convinced I was part of some crazy alien experiment. He's such an idiot..." Ivan reached out and touched lovino's ribs also, his fingers just ghosting up and down. The other flinched but not as violently as last time, he also didn't lush him away. That was a good sign. "What I don't understand is why you would do this to yourself... I mean, I kind of understand... But i still think It's stupid."

Why did he do this? He'd stopped eating in the cafeteria because that's where they found him. He moved to the art room but he was sure they told on him…so he stopped eating all together. Now he just wasn't hungry. He was tired a lot and light headed, but he never craved food. He only ate because of Feliciano. The Idiot would make all this food for him and he didn't want it to go to waste…the end. So he ate as much as he could, which was usually only a bite or two. There was more to it though and only he understood.

"I need to. I need to look in the mirror and remember that I am a fucking sinner. I need to see that I am a disgusting gay freak that can never be loved." He looked at his wrists. "I'm numb, Ivan. I've stopped feeling the hits. I've stopped feeling hunger. I've stopped feeling my art even. All I feel is the knife sliding through my skin. It shows me I'm still alive and as long as I am…I can never be happy." He swallowed and blinked back tears. He didn't want to talk about this anymore. He couldn't. He looked back at the other's hand. "Is there…um…can I help…with…that?"

Ivan barely even registered he had been asked a question. Is that how he felt? Is that what became of him after years of torment? Years of him not doing shit to help him. Because he never stood up for him he thought he was a 'disgusting gay freak'. God he had to fix him. How? "Wh-What?" He asked after he realized he was asked a question. "Oh... Well..." An idea hatched in his mind and a grin threatened to show itself, but he had to keep to sad, puppy dog expression to make this work. "Well there is one thing that might make it better..." He paused for a long time as he thought. Lovino leaned in like if he got closer he could read the Russians thoughts. "Listen lovino this is important... It's the only way I can get better... I need you... To... Go to dinner with me." He saw panic flood Lovino's eyes as he backed up against the counter again. "Just me and you, Lovi. We could go somewhere outside of town, where no one knows us. There can be no siblings, no parents, no bullies... Just us. How does that sound?"

His first reaction was to yell 'fuck you!' and run out of there. Just as he was about to though, he looked down at the long, deep gash that he had caused. Of course the fucker was lying. How the fuck was a dinner supposed to help his hand? If anything, holding a fork and knife would make it worse. There was obviously another meaning behind it. Lovino wasn't stupid. Sure he was a gay freak that couldn't even stand right now from dizziness, but he knew Ivan was fucking with him. He was probably planning on taking him to this 'dinner' and humiliating him there in front of strangers…or he really wanted to go out with him, which was fucking weird. Ivan was absolutely beautiful though. His entrancing eyes of so many shades. His beautify fit body. Then there was that deep wanting to agree. To go out with Ivan. Plus, he could practically hear Feliciano in the back of his mind urging him to say yes. "Ivan seems so nice and he cares about you, fratello~ Do it! Do it! And then tell me all about it~~~~~!" Stupid twin. How bad could it really be?...don't answer that… He sighed. He might as well agree. It's not like he'd ever get asked out twice. He wasn't worth it unless it was going on Youtube. "F-Fine…bastard…but if you're fucking with me, I'll…I'll kick your ass…"

Ivan smiled and wrapped his arms around the man, pulling him into a gentle hug. "Thanks, Lovino. You won't regret it." He pulled away And stared into Lovino's eyes before leaning in again, this time to make their lips connect. It was only their second kiss but it was still absolutely wonderful. Well if you asked Ivan it was. Lovino pulled back in shock before making a sour face. Ivan cocked his head to the side before he realized what he was doing. "O-oh! vodka, right? Or sunflower seeds? Sorry... I'm told the mix of those is forever stuck in my mouth..." He blushed and looked away, slightly embarrassed. He opened his mouth to speak but was interupted by a loud bell. "Guess thus period is over... I should go. But... I'll see you soon." He smiled at the stunned boy and hurried to his back pack and began to dig around in it.

He pulled out his gym t-shirt and through it over his head, followed by his lettermans jacket. He rummaged through the bag again until he pulled out a pen and paper. He quickly scribbled on the paper before handing it to the silent Italian. "My number... You can call... Whenever. If you want..." He coughed awkwardly before blushing again. "I'll see ya around." He through his bag over his shoulder and rushed out of the room, feeling ridiculously embarrassed. Had he really just asked lovino out? Did he seriously ask a boy out?... Did that boy seriously just say yes? Ivan smiled brightly as he walked down the hallway. Maybe this would work out after all.

The piece of paper was crumpled at the foot of the bed. Lovino sighed and went to it, carefully opening it and smoothing it out. He stared at the numbers written on it and slowly pulled out his cell phone. He pressed a number. Then the next. After six digits, he groaned and turned his phone off, re-crumpled the paper and threw it again. Why couldn't he do this? It was seven numbers. Just seven tiny fucking numbers and he just couldn't dial them! He was so scared Ivan was only doing this as a favor to Alfred or Gilbert. What if it was all fake? What if they were just going to…what if it wasn't? Was Ivan suddenly gay and interested in him of all people? Impossible. Just…impossible. He put his phone down and went to leave his room, but that fucking paper was right there at his feet. The thought of Ivan's kiss was still fresh in his mind. "dammit…" he grabbed it and went back to his bed. After almost eight different attempts at dialing and throwing his number away a dozen times, he was finally doing this. The phone rang and rang…and rang…and rang. It was fake, wasn't it? Oh well…better this than-oh Dio! He answered! It was him! It was Ivan! His body trembled and he tried to bring forth his courage. "C-Ciao, I-Ivan…" he swallowed. "I was-was wondering what you were…iwaswonderingifyouwerefreeto night?" Dammit! Dammit! Dammit! "I mean…fuck…dinner? T-Tonight?" /Ugh…why tonight? It's Friday…everyone is going to be out tonight…stupid…/

Ivan smiled from the other end of the phone. He really hadnt expected Lovino to call, he assumed he would have to track him down again. "T-Tonight... I... No! Wait, no i mean... I'm not busy. I wou-would love to go to dinner." He climbed off his bed and held the phone between his shoulder and ear so he could search for something decent to wear. "How about that nice Italian restaurant right outside town... What is it called? Bella... Bella something. Right?" Before the Italian could answer he fell over and dropped the phone as he scrambled to put on pants. "Черт! Идиот! Ебать!" He sat up and shimmied his pants on before grabbing the phone again. "S-So! How about seven thirty? Sound good? Should I pick you up? It wouldn't be a problem..."

"Wh-what? Uh…n-no…no bastard. I can walk…" twenty minutes wasn't that long…he could do it. Besides…that's twenty minutes he'd have to change his mind. "I'll…I'll see you there…" He hung up and fell back onto his back. Two hours. In two hours he'd find out if Ivan was being fake or not. He smiled…at least they were going to a good Italian restaurant. Why Ivan thought that would make him happy…oh fuck it. it did make him happy. Oh…oh Dio! He had two hours to get ready! "Fuck! What should I wear?" He sighed in annoyance. Now what? He wasn't any good at this…and that's how forty minutes later, Feliciano was sitting in his room, going through all his cloths and trying to make him look 'presentable' enough. It actually wasn't that bad. Feliciano was being helpful and, Dio forbid, they were actually bonding right now. "Don't worry, Fratello. Ivan seems nice enough. Besides, he's taking you to Bella Notte! That place has pasta that could almost rival mine!" He giggled.

Lovino sighed. "It's expensive. I just…"

"I know you're nervous, but it will be fine. If he asked you out to dinner to such an expensive restaurant, then he probably really likes you." He approached his twin and hugged him, smiling as Lovino actually hugged him back. "It'll be fine and if there are any problems, I'll be right here and Luise is coming over so…we'll text you and see how it's going." Lovino nodded, "grazie, Feli."

"Anytime."

Ivan looked at himself in the mirror and smiled. He looked pretty damn nice. Black dress pants and black button up all topped off with a dark red tie. He hoped he hadn't over dressed... But this was the only thing he owned that wasn't a t-shirt it blue jeans. His smile fell slightly as he remembered why he bought this. His mothers funeral. It had been much to big on him but now, luckily, it fit like a glove. He chuckled sadly as he admired himself. It was almost fitting, he wore this to say goodbye to his mother and now he wore it again to start a new relationship with Lovino. With a sigh he turned and stepped out of his room. Kat was out tonight so he didn't have to worry about her but he had to sneak past his father. He creeped through the living room quietly until her finally reached the door. He smiled as he opened it, thinking he made it out alive, until he heard his fathers slurred voice behind him. "Whersh the Fuck do ya think yur goon..."

"Out." He went to step out the door but a strong hand on his shoulder stopped him. "Nu ya don't. Not wish out a gudbye..." He punched his son in the gut hard enough to make the jock double over in pain. Usually he would have just left at this point but tonight he wasnt going to back down. "That... All you got? You're supposed to be some great ex- general yet... You can't even throw a punch." His father growled and punched him again directly in the chest. "Get out." Ivan caught his breath and smirked before walking out of the house. He climbed into his truck and glanced at his phone. 7:20. It was about a fifteen minute drive... If he sped he could makes it on time. He started the car and silently began the drive to the restaurant. He was so busy alternating on worrying about his date and thinking about how awesome he felt for standing up to his dad, that he didn't even notice the needle on his gas meter hit E. But he did notice when his car sputtered a few times and stopped moving. Oh shit.

Lovino made it to Bella Notte fifteen minutes late due to him constantly trying to turn around and skip out and then deciding a few blocks later that he needed to go through with this. When he got there, there was a light coat of sweat all over his body, but after the first glass of water, he had cooled off. Now it was just the nerves. Ivan hadn't been there when he arrived, which was weird since the bastard was going to drive there. Lovino had checked his phone only to find absolutely no texts or calls from him or anybody else. Luise must have been dropped off by Gilbert because not even Feliciano bothered to text him like he said he would. Of course. Not that it wasn't anything different than what he had expected.

After the first hour though, Lovino started to get nervous. Where was Ivan? Half hour late, maybe, but over an hour? The Italian wanted to cry. He'd lied about all of it hadn't he? He wasn't coming. Still slightly determined, he continued waiting and even tried calling him. Nothing. Straight to voicemail. When the second hour started to roll around, he gave up, threw a five on the table for the waitress who had felt sorry for him and gave him some free bread rolls that he hadn't even touched and went for the main door. What a miserable night. He noticed that it was even raining now. Life hated him. "Well, well, look who it is? Guess we came just in time, huh Kat?" Ok…Life had a grudge against him. He looked and saw Gilbert and Kat smirking at him with the rest of the crew standing behind him. Fear traveled through his body and he took off running.

Kat gripped Gilbert's hand tightly as she watched him run. "Well I guess we can have a bit of fun with him before we spy on Ivan and his date. Come on." Lizzy pulled out her camera and grinned. "Let's do this." The group ran after lovino and chased him down an alley with a brick wall at the end. "Silly boy. You're trapped now." Alfred stepped up and cracked his knuckles. "Make sure to get all this Liz. Now that we're out if school their is a whole new set of rules." Elizabeta started her camera and held her sleeve over it so it wouldn't get ruined. Alfred gave the camera his cockyest smirk before turning back to the shaking Lovino. "Oh lovino you look so nice tonight. What a freak like you wearing somethin' nice like that." He stepped up to him and lightly flicked the collar of his shirt.

"Were you meeting someone?" He mocked in a dreamy voice. "Were you waiting for your prince to come and sweep you off your feet?" He barred his eye lashes at the Italian before they all broke out into hysteric laughter. "Oh yeah! But youre not a princess! Just a worthless little fucking fairy. Did you honestly believe someone would want you?" He snorted as he started to laugh again. In the middle Of his laughter get, very randomly, punched lovino in the gut before backing away slightly. The American was to busy laughing about how he thought he was special to actually abuse him properly, better let someone else have a go.

None of the others could tell that he was crying. They didn't care enough to notice the warm tears that contrasted with the wet rain sliding down his face. The image of Ivan hugging him filled his vision. The taste of the vodka on his lips. It really had been a lie. Everything had been a lie. A right hook caught him unawares and clipped his cheek making him fall to the ground. Gilbert scoffed. "Now, now, come on faggoty Ann, take it like a man." He grabbed Lovino's collar and slammed him against the wall, holding him there while another punch smacked his head against the wall. Another punch and he was back on the ground with a split lip. "Why the fuck are you so quiet? You're not making this very fun you know!"

Lovino ignored him. He was numb. He barely felt the pain. No punch could hurt him as much as Ivan had. He'd pretended to have feelings for him. He'd saved his life and then left him to the dogs. He was cursed. He was a fag and this was the torture for it. Gilbert growled. The Italian was almost silent except for gasps oh each blow, but that was more from natural reaction than actual pain. The fuck? He turned away from him and scowled at the others. "The fuck is wrong with him? This isn't very fun…totally unasweome." Antonio smirked and shoved Gil aisde to stare down at Lovino. "We'll just have to keep trying until we get a good reaction, si? It's all for the fun and the camera." The Spaniard pulled his foot back and kicked Lovino in the stomach. Lovino gasped and whimpered in pain as he foot came down again and again until there was a loud crack followed by a scream of anguish from the Italian. Antonio jumped back and looked to the others for help. "I…I think I broke something."

Alfred ran up to where Antonio was and stared down at the Italian. "Shit... I think you did." He smacked the Spaniard on the back of the head. "Dude! We could like... Go to prison now! Way to go!"

"I'm sorry!" Antonio said with a frown. Kat turned to Elizabeta and put her hand over the camera. "Turn it off." The girl nodded and flicked the off button before shoving it in her pocket. "Lili go check and see if he broke it." Lili poked her head out from behind Kat and frowned. "What? Why me?" "Because youre the youngest." The small blond sighed before trotting over to lovino who was now laying on the ground. She slowly and nervously lifted his shirt and stared at his ribs. They were all clearly defined except for one which only looked half there. "Eww eww ewwww!" She shouted before backing away from him. "It's broken! It's so so broken!" She got up and ran back to hide behind Kat. The older girl sighed. "Let's go before someone calls the cops... Fucking run!" They all exchanged looks before running like their asses were on fire.

They left him. They fucking left him there. His chest felt like it was on fire and it hurt to breathe. Whether a good thing or not, it was a lower rib and his lungs weren't hurt. It wasn't good. It meant that he would probably survive. No. He wouldn't. Not this time. The plan was back in motion. Ivan wouldn't save him this time. The bastard didn't care. No one cared. Even his own twin forgot about him. No more. Lovino gripped his chest and stood onto weak, shaky legs. One foot in front of the other. Left. Right. Left. Right. He was only vaguely aware of his surroundings. His feet were carrying him home on their own. His body was in anguish while his heart was shattered and his mind spun. Ivan really had been working with Alfred and Gilbert. How else had they found him?

'Were you waiting for your prince to come and sweep you off your feet?'

He had been…but Ivan never showed.

'Did you honestly believe someone would want you?'

For a second there…he had. He'd let himself believe Ivan cared. He was weak and because of that he was in this position. Ivan didn't care. Ivan never cared. No one ever did or ever will. Everything has been a lie. His body shivered. He was soaking wet and beginning to get chills. Oh…how sad. He was going to get a cold. He didn't like colds. All the sneezing and coughing…Feliciano making all kinds of soups to make him better. He didn't want any of that this time. He was done with it. He was done with everything. A cold breeze made him shiver and he realized the rain had calmed down. That was nice of it. he finished his agonizingly slow walk home just as the rain was beginning again. He opened the door and was assaulted with the smell of pasta and his twins giggling. He and Luise were making pasta. This late at night? Oh whatever. He took off his shoes and shut the door before take the stairs as slowly as possible. "Fratello? Is that you?" He didn't answer. "I'm sorry, Feli…" he muttered before slamming his door shut.

Feliciano frowned and put the spoon down. "I should go talk to him, ve." Luise shook her head. "He's probably tired though. You can always talk to him in the morning." Feli sighed. "He just seemed…odd. He should be yelling."

"What if he had a good time though?"

"That would still mean yelling though." She sighed. "Fine, but please finish cooking this first. Last time you left it to 'talk' to someone, a small fire had started." He giggled. "ok."

Lovino let the tears fall down his face in full swing now. They weren't coming so he still had time. This had been a last resort for him, but he was desperate and it was all he had. He opened his closet and moved his chair so he could reach the top shelve where he pulled down a wooden box and placed it on his bed. He opened it and pulled out the loaded gun and the note he'd written months ago. The cool metal felt oddly warm against his right temple. This was it. "I'm sorry, Feli…" He pulled the trigger.

Feliciano jumped, a scream tearing from his throat as the pot of hot water dumped from the stove and burned his leg. He didn't care though. "N-No…L-Lo-Lovino!" He and Luise took off for his twins room and opened the door. "LOVINO!"

His twin lay still and pale in a pool of his own blood. The now empty gun lying innocently in his lax hand. "LOVINO! LOVINO! NO! PLEASE! NO!" He ran to his side and held him as he sobbed and wailed for him to come back. Through his tears and sorrow, he couldn't help but notice that, despite the hole in his head…for the first time in a long time, Lovino looked at peace.

Ivan looked at his phone again as he walked to the restaurant. "It's only... Three Fucking hours past your date. No big deal or anything." He huffed. Not only did his car have no gas, oh no it gets better, he had absolutely no service on his phone! None! So he couldn't call anyone for help or tell Lovino he would be late. Just Fucking great! Of course he couldn't just leave his car either, so he pushed the shitty truck to the nearest gas station which happened to be eight miles in the wrong direction of his date!

Finally he got to the station and filled his truck only to find out he hadn't simply run out of gas. The battery was dead because he left the lights om while he was pushing! After that he just quit trying. The truck was still sitting at the gas station as he hurried to at least See if lovino was patient enough to wait for him. Knowing him, probably not. The restaurant soon came into view and he broke into a full out Sprint. He entered the building and ran up to the nearest waitress. "Excuse me, miss?" She turned and smiled at him. "I was wondering if you have seen a small Italian boy around here anywhere? Dark brown hair, a small curl, really really bad temper..." The woman paused for a moment before nodding slowly. "Yes but he left about an hour ago. He looked really upset. Wait... Are you the guy that stood him up?" Ivan stared at her for a moment. "I-I didn't stand him up... Car troubles... Is that... Does he think I stood him up?" He didn't wait for her to respond as he turned and slowly walked outside. God he was an idiot. His first date with lovino and everything that could go wrong did. He would have to make it up to him, not that the Italian would ever trust him again. Maybe if he tried really, really hard eventually lovino would accept his apology. Yeah! He just had to let him cool off for a little. After that they could try again. Ivan began to walk back to his house, the faster he got home the better.

Liz sighed and was flipping through her camera. "You know…I hope the fuck heals quickly. He ruined a perfectly good moment." She clicked play on the most recent scene they had just recorded. He wasn't even responding to the usual taunts. "Besides, thanks to Antonio, we didn't get to spy on Ivan." She stopped the video just as the loud crack was heard. It made her shiver.

"That was disgusting…" She looked over at little Lili. "…and it wasn't just the one bone either. You can't see it in the video, but his ribs were practically ripping through the skin. He was so skinny! It was like…like those concentration camps. Then that broken bone was just…" she shivered and Liz wrapped an arm around her shoulder. "It's ok, honey. We'll make it up to you." She looked at Kat and giggled as she heard the front door slam shut. "I think Ivan's home! Let's go tell him about our night." The three girls jumped up and ran down the stairs to meet him. "Hey, Ivan~! How was your date?" She giggled, not giving him a chance to answer before she continued. "Guess who we ran into? Our little fag friend! You missed out! Antonio kicked him and-" she cut off, finally noticing the look on Ivan's face. "U-uh…a-are you ok, Ivan?"

Ivan tried to keep his breathing under control as he stared down at his big sister. "What did you do to him?" It sounded more like a threat than a question. "Wh-What? Why do you care-" He cut her off by grabbing her short hair and dragging her to his room, not even caring that the other two were nervously following him. Once they reached his room he shoved her against the wall and growled lowly. "What. Did. You. Do. To. Him." Kat sputtered as his anger took her by surprise. Why was he being do aggressive? "W-We... We saw him at Bel-Bella Notte..." Ivan felt his heart drop. "We went to go spy on you and your date but we found him instead... We chased him a-and beat him... Toni broke his rib on accident and then we left." She spilled the truth out of complete fear. Why was he so angry? It was just lovino.

Ivan let his sister go only to slap her across the cheek. "Maybe you need to remember what that feels like. Maybe then you'll stop doing it to others." He turned and ran down the stairs and out the door. "What was thay about?" A terrified Lili asked. "I don't know." Kat muttered while nursing her bruised cheek. "But we're going to find out." Ivan ran for what felt like hours.

The dread in his heart seemed to weigh him down more and more. Because his friends wanted to spy on him, lovino got beat up. Because he didn't show lovino was tormented yet again and Ivan didn't do shit to stop it. He turned onto lovino's street and froze. Their were ambulance and police cars parked outside Lovino's house. N-No... He didn't even try to swallow the lump in his throat as get ran as fast as he could for the house. A few officers tried to stop him but he just barreled past them and headed for Feliciano. He was leaning against Luise and sobbing hard. She seeemed to be crying too. "Feli! What happened? Is Romulus okay?" He glanced back and noticed said man was talking to an officer and crying hard. That only left... No. "No... No please... Tell me it isnt him.. no. N-Not... Feliciano, please tell me it isn't him!" The boy simply clung to Luise and sobbed harder. He turned to the German girl. "Luise... Please..." He pleaded. "It's not... Please tell me..."

Feliciano growled and smacked Ivan with all the strength he could muster. "Fottuto bastardo! Come ti permetti! Come osi mostrare la tua faccia qui!" He shoved Ivan back before his legs gave out and Luise tried to catch him, but they both just sunk to their knees. Feliciano wailed and screamed to the sky in absolute agony. Luise shuddered as more tears fell from her own eyes. She looked up at Ivan. "H-He…he shot himself…" Her voice choked and came out in a whisper, but she knew Ivan heard by the tears that started. Feliciano cried harder. "I-I-I th-thought y-you w-were help-helping him! You b-bastard!"

Luise tucked his head into her neck and weakly shushed him. "It's ok, baby. It's ok, liebling…" She looked up and through her tear stained eyes, she saw Kat standing beside Liz and Lili. A tear fell down the young girls face and Luise felt sick. Sure…now they felt sorry. It was too late. He was…Lovino was dead. He'd killed himself with his father's gun. A gun that…no one had even known he had. There had only been one bullet. A one chance shot. He had taken it. Then…the note. Reading that had been what made her German resolve break.

There was a crowd of neighbors that gathered around the Vargas house. Antonio was among them. He saw Feliciano with Luise and the twins grandfather a little off to the side. Ivan was even there, but…not Lovino. Where was Lovino? Kat hung up with Gilbert, who had already been on his way with Alfred to pick up Luise. None of them understood what was happening until Feliciano screamed. The coroner had finally come out with the gurney and on it, was a body covered in a black bag.

Feliciano screamed and attempted to grab the bag as it passed. "Lovino! Lovino! No! Please! He's not-He's not dead! No! Stop! Let me go!" Luise tried to hold her boyfriend back, but the Italian had a hidden strength that was rarely shown. Romulus ran over with impeccable speed and grabbed his grandson around the middle and held him back as Lovino's body was placed into the van. "Feliciano! Stop!"

"No! Let me go! Let me go! Lovino! No! Torna indietro! Don't leave me! Fratello! Non lasciarmi!" Romulus shook his head and buried it into Feliciano's back. "N-No, Feli. He can't come back. He can't come back…"

So yes...one more chapter. We finished RPing it last night. ya...i have nothing else to say...R&R