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CHAPTER ONE: FAREWELL

Two Italian men are running in and out their own house. Despite the weather, they ran around wearing just their own restaurant uniform, which was merely a long sleeved white t-shirt and black slack. Besides, it looked like they were going to get away from something.

"Feliciano! Where the hell was the fucking clothes bag!" the brunette with the darker shade of golden-brown eyes yelled as he threw a large paper box on the van which was nearly full of everything in the house already.

"Ve~ It was in your hands all along, fratello~" the auburn replied as he, too, threw a box neatly in the vehicle. Lovino looked at his hands and threw the bag in.

"I guess that was all of everything; now what will we do?" Feliciano followed Lovino's gaze to their going-to-be old house, they both sighed. "We had good memories with the restaurant though; it was hard to getting away like this…"

"I agreed… Among the places we've been, here is the longest," Feliciano said. They looked around to make sure no one saw them and got inside the car.

"Start the car, fratello." The elder Vargas commanded, depressed. His younger twin took out the key and started the engine. He knew his brother wanted to get out as fast as he could… Suddenly, Lovino's eyes went wide.

"Ve… What's wrong?" Feliciano asked, then his eyes went wide too. "No… how could they spot us?"

"I think we better get fucking going, Feli." Lovino said firmly, but his voice was shaking.

"O-Okay…" Feliciano also got a shaking hand as he reached for the wheel, Lovino glared at him with sympathy. They were heading to the road, when a motorcycle came to their side, which was incredible because Feliciano was a fast and good driver.

Apparently, the driver of the bike had his goal.

"Mr. Vargas, you're driving too fast!" a German accent hit their ears, which made the twins terribly mortified.

"Ve! How did he know my name!" Feliciano exclaimed as low as he could, shocked.

"He was a one hell of a fucking police, you idiota!" Lovino snapped, though he was as shocked as Feliciano.

"ARGH!" Feliciano stomped accelerator; the needle in the speedometer was heading to the bigger amount number of speed as the car was darted to the dark round and turned madly. Fortunately, for Lovino, he was used to this habit of the younger Vargas already.

"VE!~" The younger Italian screamed as he turned the wheel around wildly.

After some several turns and screams, they were finally driving in the normal rate. Feliciano sighed.

"Can I say something, fratello?" Lovino didn't say anything, still Feliciano slipped it out. "I saw his face when we were racing, if glares could kill, we'll be death by now."

"But, we can't actually be death, can we?" Lovino replied, as a matter of the fact tone.

"Ve… Still… For a human, Ludwig Beilschmidt is kinda scary. Don't you think, fratello?"

Lovino's eyes twitched. "No way in hell! He's just a damn potato bastard! Why exactly are you scared of him anyway?"

"Well... He… looks like…" Feliciano's eyes looped down, he was blushing. Lovino stared at his brother angrily.

"Are you telling me, you still remember that brat?"

"H-He's not a brat…"

Lovino stared at his brother and sighed. "Let's talk about this once we're at the tomato bastard's place."

Feliciano didn't say a thing. They sat in silence during the ride, until they almost reached the main road. A 'beep!' sound came from behind their van.

"Feliciano Vargas and Lovino Vargas! By the power of the SPD chief, I command you to stop your car immediately!"

"Shit!" Lovino swore. "He followed us! Is he a fucking human or what?"

"Ve! What should we do, fratello? Should I stop-"

"Don't stop the damn car!" Lovino yelled. Feliciano turned the wheel around and headed toward where they left; this cause Lovino to yelled at him furiously. "What the fuck, Feliciano! Why are you turning the car back to where we've fucking left?"

"Because we've got no other way, fratello!This is driving me crazy-"

"HAVE YOU LOST YOUR FUCKING MIND, FELICIANO VARGAS! We can't let them know what we are! How could fucktards like human understand about us?"

"It doesn't matter anymore! We don't have to tell them what we are, but I'm just too tired from running away from this!"

"What about Antonio, Feliciano!" Lovino yelled; tears are falling down from his eyes, as same as Feliciano. They were looking at each other when Feliciano suddenly get his phone. Lovino looked at his brother in shock. "Feliciano, what are you doing?"

"You'll be safe for a while with Antonio, fratello." Feliciano answered as he drive and text at the same time. Although they were not human, it was still risky.

"What? Are you thinking to-"

"It's me who created these mess, let me clear it by my own self." Feliciano replied. He finished texting and he parked in front of their old house.

"Antonio will come soon. Take the car and wait in the house; I'm sure he'll take care of you well enough."

"I won't." Feliciano turned to his brother who was looking at him like his eyes was saying 'I'm fucking serious, you bastard' to the other.

"Fratello, I need to stay and explain everything to the police," Feliciano's expression was odd; it was very serious despite his own happy-go-lucky traits. Also, his voice was slightly darker. It had been a long while Lovino saw his brother acted like this, since from the moment they turned into something else; which was, like Lovino would say, fucking horrifying.

"You're sure? Maybe you'll never see me again, Feliciano."

"Ve~ As long as you're fine, I'll be fine," Feliciano gave an encouraging laugh, too bad it looked like a simper. "It's Antonio anyway; I don't need to be worry."

"Yeah, the very damn moron who turned us into this problem," Lovino mumbled. Still, too afraid to offend his brother, Lovino switched the seat with the auburn.

Feliciano grabbed his backpack and opened the door. Before he jumped out of the van, he was grasped by Lovino.

"Feliciano, be safe," Lovino said, he was crying again. The younger Vargas smiled sadly.

"You too, fratello." He said and jumped down from the van. When the van was disappeared inside the house, Feliciano muttered to himself. "Ve… Time to make the last appeal. I hope you good luck, Feli."

Unfortunately, that was the last time Lovino Vargas and Feliciano Vargas met.

This town is colder now, I think it's sick of us
It's time to make our move, I'm shakin' off the rust
I've got my heart set on anywhere but here
I'm staring down myself, counting up the years
Steady hands, just take the wheel...
And every glance is killing me
Time to make one last appeal... for the life I lead

To be continue…