Thank you everyone who reviewed chapter one, your reviews mean a lot. I know some people were left heartbroken from Antonio's part but some things have to happen and Lovino's "death" is one of those things. But don't worry lovelies, there will be Spamano or else I wouldn't put it in the description. Well, I hope you enjoy this chapter.

Chapter 2

Lovino quickly began unpacking his bags after being shown to his room. It was a large room on the second floor. It had navy blue walls that held a few paintings here and there, one, of which appeared to be the work of Pablo Picasso, was of a mother holding her child in her lap. The paintings did little to brighten the mood of the room; rather they seemed to add to its dark, depressing manner. It had dark wooden floors that matched rather nicely to the dresser and four-post bed. There was one wide window that allowed the sunlight to seep into the room. Below the window sat a trunk that seemed old with age, its dark wood weather worn, small cracks in its lid, and rust covering the lock. It had once perhaps been a rather beautiful item but now was nothing more than a reminder of how old the house truly was. Lovino sighed and lifted his second suitcase onto the uninviting bed before unpacking it like he had the first one.

"Ve~ Fratello, do you like your room?" His brother's overly cheerful voice pierced through any thoughts he might have been having. Lovino let out another sigh and looked back at his younger brother.

"Yes Feli," he answered then returned to unpacking. Of course Lovino would rather have his room from America, or his old room from when they lived in Italy. Hell, the room he really wanted to be back in was Antonio's where warm tan arms would wrap around him in the middle of the night and pull him even close to the Spaniard's warm body. The room where warm, chapped lips would lay soft kisses upon his lips when the other believed him to be asleep. The room where Antonio's happiness would radiate so much that even the sun turned away from him. It was the room where his lover slept at night, the room in which they first made love. Yes, it was that room which he longed to be back in. It was those arms and lips which he craved. It was that joy and happiness that he yearned for. It was Antonio who he missed.

"Ti senti bene?" Asked Feliciano. Lovino didn't stop what he was doing, nor did he look at the boy who had come to sit by his side when he answered.

"I'm fine; now stop looking at me like that." Feliciano let out a small whimper before wrapping his arms around Lovino and pulling him into a hug. Lovino growled and tried to pull away from his brother but the younger only tightened his grip. "Will you stop it with you hug therapy?" Lovino yelled when he knew he couldn't get away. Feliciano let him go and starred at him with saddened eyes.

"Why do you always lie to me?" the boy asked, his eyes becoming tear-filled. Lovino hated it when Feliciano cried, especially when he was the cause. He let out a sigh and pulled his brother close, running his hands through his hair to comfort him, an action which no other human was allowed to witness.

"There are some things better left unsaid, Fratello," answered Lovino calmly. The truth was that he was frightened of how things would turn out, frustrated with how things had gone, and stressed about what to do. But those were not things to bother his brother with. The child was always so happy and gleeful; it was like he held the sun in that tiny body of his and its passionate flames refused to die. Lovino didn't want that to change. He wanted Feliciano to carry those flames for as long as the world would allow him to.

"Is it about Antonio?" Feliciano asked softly, careful as to not upset him brother further more. Lovino turned to him wide eyed; shocked that his brother had even thought of the Spaniard what with all the more important things he should have been thinking about.

"I don't know what you're talking about, I haven't thought of that bastard since we left. I have more important things on my mind at the moment Feliciano," Lovino remarked, his heart aching slightly when he called his lover a bastard. It was strange how his feelings had suddenly changed. He once felt no problem calling the Spaniard a bastard but now he found himself feeling regretful and guiltily for the man wasn't truly a bastard or any of the other harsh words that Lovino would call him.

"You scream his name out in the middle of the night sometimes… then I hear you start to cry," Feliciano stated and squeezed his brother tighter as he buried his face further into his chest. Lovino wasn't sure what to say, he simply starred down at the boy who was clinging so closely to him.

It was true; lately Lovino had been having very vivid nightmares, all of which resulted in Antonio's bloody, gory, often torturous death. How could Lovino not wake up crying his name out after such dreams?

"I… I-I love him…" Lovino said softly more to himself than to his brother. Feliciano heard all the same and looked up at his brother with tear-filled golden eyes. This was the first time Lovino have told anyone about his love for Antonio. It felt good to be able to tell someone but it was torture to say those words while knowing he would never see the Spaniard again.

Feliciano frowned and wiped away the hot tears that were traveling down his brother's cheeks. "But fratello, if you love him then why did you leave? He could have come with us like Luddy and Gilbert," claimed the younger.

That was exactly what Lovino was trying to prevent. He didn't want Antonio to be involved with the Mafioso. Once you're in, you can't get out. Lovino wanted Antonio to have a normal like, one that didn't consist of the fear or possibility of being murdered at any second.

"I had to leave him so that he could have a chance at a normal life. He has nothing to do with what's going on and I wanted it to stay that way and now it will," Answered Lovino. "Besides, how am I supposed to take care of you and that idiota at the same time?" added Lovino trying to lighten the gloomy mood that had settled about them. Before Feliciano could answer his brother's question someone began knocking on the bedroom door. Lovino panicked and pushed his little brother off of him as the door opened. Feliciano fell back, hitting his head on the post of the bed, and began to pout about his brother's rudeness.

"Sorry for the intrusion but Viktor would like to see you in the library," Ludwig announced. Lovino glared at him for a moment trying to determine if Viktor's request was really something worth moving for. When Ludwig didn't budge Lovino decided that it was important in some way and stood to follow the large man to his destination. When they arrived in front of a large white door Ludwig opened it and moved to the side to allow Lovino to enter but did not follow.

It was a large room with bookcases as walls, all of which were filled with multi-colored books, dark brown wooden floors that sat underneath a red couch, two chairs, and a dark mahogany wood coffee table. A large chandelier hanging directly above the table kept the room well lit. It gave off a calm, serene feeling; it would be a great place to take a siesta. But that would have to wait, Lovino need to figure out what Viktor wanted first.

"Ciao," the man greeted him, the Italian word sounding rather strange coming from the German's mouth.

"I didn't know that you knew Italian," announced Lovino. Viktor turned to the boy with a slight smile though most people wouldn't quite call it a smile rather a twitch of the mouth that vanished as quickly as it appeared.

"There are many things which you do not know about me, Lovino," the German pointed out. "I know many languages; German, English, Italian, Hungarian, Norwegian, Dutch, Spanish, and some French. However, I didn't not call you down here to talk about me, I need to know what your plan is," said Viktor with a stern face. Lovino hadn't really thought of a plan yet.

"I don't have a plan yet. I don't have enough information to set one up. All I know is that I'm going to have to go up against the Don," answered Lovino. Viktor sighed and sat down in one of the red chairs. Lovino followed and sat in the one across from him.

"But you don't know who the Don it, correct?"

"Correct," Lovino said softly.

"The current Boss of the Vargas Family is a man by the name of Marcello DeVito. He is a young man, around the age of twenty or so, which is why people often under estimate him. He is guile, fearless, and determined to have your head on a platter. Do not under estimate him, if you do then you will lose," Viktor warned starring hard at the young Italian.

"I-I know Marcello… He was a close friend of mine when I was younger, or at least I thought he was," Lovino responded, his voice coming out softer than he had expected.

Lovino felt a sharp pain in his chest at the newly discovered betrayal. He could still remember the times when Marcello would come over to his house since Nonno wouldn't let him stay over at anyone's house. They hadn't talked in years but Lovino had trusted him and believe that they were actually friends, both of which almost never happened in Lovino's case.

"I know, that is why I am not sure if you can do this," replied Viktor. Lovino clenched his fist and glared hard at Viktor before responding.

"That bastardo betrayed my family and if trying to hurt the people I love, I will kill him for this, have no doubt about that," Lovino told him. He could already picture Marcello on his knees begging for his life.

"You talk as if it will be an easy task. Do you remember what it feels like to kill a man or have the past two years made you forget?" The blonde asked watching Lovino closely. "Do you remember the first time you pulled that trigger and sent a bullet flying through a man's skull?" Viktor added after a moment of silence.

"Of course I do," Answered Lovino. "But I didn't shoot him in the head… I shot him in the throat," Lovino corrected, cringing as his stomach began churning from the guilt.

He was 14 years old when he was given order to "take care" of a man who had wronged his grandfather. Marcello was sent as back up should anything happen to Lovino, it was thanks to him that the boy returned home unharmed. Marcello on the other hand was shot in the stomach by a bullet that was clearly meant for Lovino. It was in that chaotic moment that Lovino pulled out his pistol and shot the man in the neck. He fell to the floor and slowly bled to death. Lovino could still hear the harsh struggled sound of the man as he choked on his own blood.

"I'm sure that you remember that sickening feeling that came with those orders then, that feeling of knowing that you took away someone's loved one, someone's son, possibly someone's father. That feeling of knowing you spilled someone's blood, that feeling of guilt and self disgust. I'm sure you still remember that," Viktor said emotionless. Lovino remember those feelings and many more. "Look Lovino, I need to know if you are going to be able to go through with this. When it comes down to it will you be able to pull the trigger?" Viktor asked sounding more serious than usual, which was something which Lovino didn't think was possible.

"To be honest, I have no idea… I want to live and protect those I love and that means that I have to kill him… but will I be able to? I'm not sure. I will just have to see what happens."

"If you fight and you can't kill him then you know that he will, right?"

"You don't know much about me Viktor. I am a loud, violent, lazy man most of the time but when it comes down to my life or my brother's then I would gladly give mine up within seconds to insure that he lives. So yes, I know that he will kill me if I don't kill him first and that is a risk I'm willing to take for my brother's life," answered Lovino Looking more sure than he felt. Viktor sighed and shook his head slightly.

"You're as much of a fool as Romulus was. That man was so confident in his decisions, it was that foolishness that led to his death but it was also that foolishness that made him such a good leader, just as you will be," replied the German with that strange smile on his face. Lovino tried to fight his own smile as he thought of his grandfather. "You won't be able to do this on your own. Marcello will be protected by many people, strong people, not to mention Marcello's reputation for surprise attacks and traps," the older informed him. "I will contact some people and see if I can get you some help," Viktor added before standing. Lovino copied his movements and shook his hand.

"Grazie."

Viktor nodded straightened his suit out. "You're welcome, now go rest I'm sure you're tired from your trip," Viktor said before escorting him to the door. Lovino agreed and left to get some well needed sleep.

Sorry this one took so long. I can't say for sure when I will next update, the flue is going around like crazy and my brother has it so I will probably catch it soon. :/ But anyways, I hope you guys liked this chapter. Please favorite, follow, and REVIEW! Thanks!