Heyyy! I decided to add this chapter even though I only posted the first one earlier because this chapter should be as short as the other one so that I can move onto the next chapter quickly. Review if you want (it doesn't even have to be a nice review, I like constructive criticism!).

I woke up the next morning to my idiot brother jumping on my bed, yelling my name in what he said to be his singing voice. I accidentally fell onto the floor, but then pulled the covers off my bed and laid there for a while. I was still awake though, since Feliciano wouldn't stop 'singing'.

"Lovino! Oh, wake up Lovino!" He sang, his face moved too close to mine. I pushed him away and jumped up.

"I'm up! Will you stop screeching now!?" I yelled. I went down the stairs tiredly, doing my best not to fall, because if I did chances are I wouldn't get back up for at least another hour. When I went into the big kitchen I was greeted with the smell of pasta, as I was every other morning. Though we have someone else cook for us for lunch and dinner, nonno and Feliciano always made pasta together for breakfast. As much as I love pasta, it's a bit gross to have it in the morning so I end up not eating it at all or having a fruit or something.

"Ah, good morning Lovino!" Nonno smiled happily.

"Why the fuck are you so happy today?" I sat on the chair with an audible plop and put my head in my hands, trying to block out some of the sunlight that seemed to overfill every room in this house. Nonno was always cheerful, yes, but usually not as much in the mornings.

"I don't know. Why are you so grumpy today?" He stuck his tongue out. What a god damn child. He walked out of the kitchen and Feli wasn't in here in the first place so I was finally left in some peace.

I picked a red apple from the bowl of fruits sitting on the table and slowly took bites from it, too tired to eat it as quickly as I usually would have. Last night my head kept getting filled of thoughts of that boy. No matter what I did he just wouldn't go away. I ended up falling asleep somewhere around 3 in the morning so waking up at 7:30 AM wasn't exactly enjoyable.

"Sir?" A soft voice sounded beside me.

"Oh… uh, yes, Caterina?" I answered the assistant, as I called her (grandfather calls her a servant, but I don't like calling people servants). She was very quiet which sometimes resulted in people not even noticing her speaking, but she was generally very nice.

"I was going to go to town today with your grandfather to go shopping for food and such. Is there anything you would like?"

"No, thank you," She gave a small nod before turning to walk away. Wait! That's perfect! If grandfather let me go to town instead to get the things we need, I might be able to that guy again. Well that was if he was still there.

"Wait, Caterina?" She turned back around. "Is there any possible way that I could go do the shopping?"

"Well, that is not up to me. You should ask your grandfather, then tell me if he says yes or no, okay?" I nodded and went to search for nonno. I checked the dining room, to see if he was there for some odd reason. Knocked on his bedroom door, no answer. I reached his office door next and when I tried opening the door it was locked so I realized he was probably working already before he went shopping. I knocked lightly.

He opened the door a couple of seconds later and asked me what it was I needed. "You were going to go to town today with Caterina to buy some stuff, right? Well I wanted to know if I could go by myself and get everything instead."

"Sure." He said lightly, handing me money from his pocket. Wow. I didn't expect it to be that easy. I thought he would at least ask me why I wanted to do something nice.

"Thanks." I then went to my room to get changed quickly, put the money in my trouser pocket, and went back to the kitchen to ask Caterina for the shopping list. I told her to take a break and relax while I'm gone, which should be probably over an hour, and after putting on my coat I walked out of the front door.

It was extremely cold out today but it wasn't snowing like it was last night. All of the snow from the previous night had been pushed out of the way of walking paths. I hadn't caught sight of the guy even after I was done shopping, and I was starting to assume he was one of the scammers. I really don't know why I'm so fucking interested in him.

I had stopped dead in my tracks when I saw a body crumpled up in a corner of two buldings, wearing only a tank top and… the same shorts the boy had…

I speed walked over to him and saw him a bit bloody and bruised, shaking like a leaf, lips a kind of purple-blue. If he wasn't shaking as hard as he was, I would have thought he was dead. He could quite possibly be though, maybe from hypothermia. I studied his face closer to see it was definitely the boy from yesterday. I tapped his cheek gently.

"Oi, bastard, wake up!" I whispered as I continued tapping his cheek. When I tapped him a little harder he woke up and scrambled away from me. He looked petrified.

"H-hey? Are you alright? I'm not going to do anything to you…" It took him a few seconds to register this and his face cleared of fear.

"You're that little boy who was crying yesterday, aren't you?" He said softly, voice cracking as he tried to speak.

"I'm not a little boy damn it! I'm 19 fucking years old!" His eyes widened at this but then went back to normal. They seemed a little less green than they were last night, like they had dulled. He started shivering even more, his bottom lip wobbling. I can't tell if it was doing that because he was going to cry, because he was so cold, or both. Either way, I had felt so bad that I took off my coat that was way too big for me, and pushed it towards him. He had refused until I threw it over him and he sighed.

"U-um…" I started nervously. "You look really bad right now, and, well um, would you like to come to my house so I could help you? My name is Lovino by the way," I had whispered. It's hard being that nice. His eyes brightened a little.

"Really!? That'd be so nice of you! Gracias mi amigo, my name is Antonio Carriedo," He smiled, not caring that it was noticeably cracking his lips a lot more. He shakily stood up and almost fell so he grabbed my shoulder by instinct. I almost shook him off and told him to keep his fucking hands off of me, but I felt bad for the guy.

He had fully put on my coat and I led him to the big house I lived in. It had made him gasp, the same way it had made me gasp when I saw it for the first time. I really have no clue why I'm helping him, I really don't, but it wasn't as hard as I would have thought. It felt… right.