A/N: so, next ch. #2 I finally figured out how to check reviews and viewer count (Thank you VortexEssence7) and WOW I can not believe how many people have read this. Thank y'all who reviewed to anyway more Heroe...Now!
Antonio could feel the worried, uncomfortable stares of his friends as they unpacked their bags.
The three of them had, ever since they were young, wanted to travel all across Europe and, the moment they were old enough, had started their journey.
They had begun in Francis's home country, France, and had moved East from their, bouncing their way up, down, left, right, and every other which way and now found themselves in central Italy.
Because of how much they traveled, they would rent houses or hotel room for a few days, a week or two at most, and sight-see, take pictures or collect souvenirs to send back to their families at home.
So, when Francis broke the silence with the very simple question of "How long will we stay in this part of Italy?" Antonio found his mouth moving without processing the words, he didn't even bother to look up.
"Few weeks? Maybe a month?" no answer sounded, there was no verbal response nor any other kind of indication that Francis and Gilbert others approved or disapproved of their friends simple suggestion, Antonio lifted his head.
Blazing, blood-red eyes regarded him first with surprise, and an underlying distaste then he turned his gaze and glared heatedly at Francis. While the Frenchman's blue eyes were soft, understanding and compassionate, his own concealed, yet obvious, victory shining in his eyes as he spared Gilbert a glance.
"The boy you ran into earlier, it is him, is it not?" Francis asked, tipping his head to the side and smiling kindly at the Spaniard.
"Kinda... Maybe..." Antonio hung his head. "Yeah, yeah I think it is..." screwing his eyes shut, Antonio could see that child just so clearly in his head, messy, auburn hair, thin, boyish frame, soulful, honey brown eyes.
Looking up, Antonio noticed Gil's glare increase as the albino stared at Francis, who spoke, not a word, but simply held out his hand to the red-eyed Prussian.
"Verdammt!" came the German curse as he reached behind himself and into his back pocket, pulling out a worn, leather wallet.
"Gott, Antonio." Gilbert snarled as he searched through the wallet. "I really hate you right now. What's so great about that scrawny little kid anyway?" he wondered aloud, finally pulling out a twenty euro note and handing it to Franny, who accepted it happily and slipped it into his own back pocket.
"Oh, come on Gil." Antonio urged his friend. "You can't not wonder, it's a mystery!" Gilbert's eyes light up slightly in interest but, still didn't look at Toni.
"There's a reward for the two of them too, isn't there?" Francis piped up, throwing an arm around Antonio. "It's a pretty large sum Gil."
Antonio looked at the blond. "Where'd you hear that?" he asked, searching the others face.
"There are signs everywhere." Gilbert jumped in before Francis could answer. "No pictures or nothin but, apparently, everybody knows 'em by now so there's no need. So not awesome though, whats the point of bein wanted if you don't get your face put on one of those old western wanted ads?"
Gilbert folded his arms across his chest, trying to scowl but failing as a tiny, but quickly growing smirk, began to play on the corners of his lips.
Antonio hated trying to bribe his friends and loathed to even think of puting a price tag on that innocent child. 'But if it means Gil's agreement...' Antonio thought, verbally agreeing with his French friend. "Yeah Gil, there's a reward for them..." Antonio paused for a moment, confused. "Wait. Them?"
Gilbert looked at him. "Yeah, two little Italian boys. One, the young one you, quite literally ran into-"
"The other appeared to be his younger brother." Francis finished. "... Actually, Gilbert." Francis turned to the Prussian. "How old is your brother now?"
Gilbert raised one pale eyebrow, but answered anyway. "Fifteen now, I think. Why?"
Antonio stayed silent as Francis just stared at Gilbert for a moment. Sighing, Francis spelt it out. "Because, now that I think about it, that younger brother really couldn't have been older than your little brother, or, at least that's what I gathered from what they told us."
Silence ensued for a moment, no one really knowing what to say, how to react. Finally, Gilbert spoke up again.
"Well, we'll figure it out in the morning." he said, moving to his bed and climbing in. "Gute Nacht." he yawned, lying down and rolling over, only a few moments passed before loud snores began to fill the air.
Francis and Antonio looked at each other and laughed, cutting themselves short when an especially loud snore sounded, startling the both of them.
After a tense, but short, silence, Francis and Antonio settled for sharing another, much quieter giggle, both painfully aware that the sleeping Prussian wasn't much fun when first woken up.
"Buenas noches, Franny." Antonio yawned, moving towards his own bed.
"Bonne nuti, Toni." Francis returned, sleepily, making Antonio grin happily.
Both slid into the warm confines of their beds and quickly joined the snoring Prussian in blessed sleep.
'I wonder where he sleeps at night...' Antonio wondered to himself, falling asleep only moments later to his own, sweet, comforts. 'We'll figure it out in the morning...'
Verdammt-Damn (German)
Gott-God (German)
Gute Nacht-Good night (German)
Buenas noches- Good night (Spanish)
Bonne nuti-Good night (French)
A/N: I wanna thank y'all who read the first ch. and all y'all who left reviews too! I mean WOW! Y'all rock! I also wanna thank the academy-
Okay, no, but I do wanna apologize for how long it's taking me to update and shit, this is gonna come along slowly since I'm rewriting, lengthening, adding detail, splitting into ch. so updates will come, just slowly.
I'm starting to get ideas for stories and plot lines but I still need ideas for story titles, check out my profile and send me a PM if y'all got any awesome ideas for me.
Anyway, on that note, Imma sign off, start ch. 3! and see what happens. I'll see Y'all later!
