Chapter 4

Lovino stood frozen in place, his body becoming inert as fear inundated his senses. Never before had he been the one with the gun to his head, never before had he been the one with knots twisting in his stomach with fear of what could happen. He had always been the one holding the gun.

Now he was looking at the man who held his life in his hands and could end it with one movement of his finger. The man's stoic face told that he had no problem with ending the Italian's life and would not think twice. Then, much to Lovino's displeasure, a smile formed on that cold face, like the man was enjoying seeing Lovino panic. It made him sick.

"Fratello!" Feliciano screamed as someone grabbed him.

Lovino's jaw tightened as his brother's pleads for help pierced his ears. He had to do something, but what? If he tried anything he would be shot, however, he couldn't just let those bastards hurt his baby brother. Where are those potato bastards when we need them?

Feliciano's screams where soon silenced as the man coved his mouth and nose with great force, cutting off his oxygen. Lovino's breathing hitched upon noticing his brother's silence. What did they do to him?

Lovino panicked for the younger's safety and no longer cared what happened to his self, he had to help Feli. He remembered what his Nonno had taught him to do when someone had a gun to him and with quick, almost agile, movements he knocked the gun out of the man's hand and kicked his feet out from under him. Then, with the blonde on the ground, he quickly climbed on top of him and grabbed his left arms, twisting it back to pin him down.

"Lukas!" the other man called out. Lovino turned around with a murderous look as he saw his unconscious brother in the blonde's arms, blood running down the corner of his mouth. He scanned the ground for the gun and, grabbing it quickly, held it to the boy's head.

"Let my brother go or I swear to God I'll blow his fucking brains out," Lovino threatened with complete seriousness. His features were cold and challenging, all emotions other than anger and hatred absent from his body. He didn't care what feelings came with murdering someone, he would rather kill someone than have someone kill his brother.

The blonde watched him for a moment trying to tell if he was lying. Lovino's glare deepened and he shot at the ground right next to the boy's head. The other man went wide eyed and rushed towards them, dropping Feliciano in the progress. He soon came to a stop as he realized that his friend was okay.

Lovino sent him a warning glance that told him to stay where he was. And honestly he had no thought of moving.

"Alright boys, that's quite enough. Put down the gun, Lovino," a familiar voice instructed. Lovino turned to see Viktor standing with Ludwig and Gilbert at his side. Where the hell had he been?!

"What the hell do you mean put the gun down; they were trying to kill us!" Lovino yelled as Ludwig made his way to Feliciano.

Gilbert lit a cigarette and took a puff before he answered Lovino's, not so much of a question, question. "This was a test and you surprisingly passed," the albino said with a snort. Disbelief filled Lovino's mind but when he looked to Viktor for reassurance that the boy was lying, he found none.

Lovino swallowed hard and looked down at the man who he had a gun held to and instantly got off him, throwing the gun to the side. What was he thinking? He almost killed someone! No, I did it for Feliciano! I did it to save my brother. He told himself.

"Damn, Mathias, way to hesitate, you almost got me killed," The boy named Lukas said dusting his clothes off as he stood up. Mathias laughed softly and rubbed the back of his neck.

"Sorry Lukas, I wasn't sure if the kid would actually do it," he replied walking over to check if the boy was okay, he was.

"Well obviously he would dumbass," Lukas responded, slapping his hand away when he tried to touch him.
"Well, don't let some kid get you on your ass like that and you won't have to worry about it," the other said with a playful grin.

Lovino was still confused as hell and was ready to shoot Viktor in the head but that would have to wait, he needed to make sure that Feliciano was okay. He found the boy passed out in Ludwig's arms, bruises already beginning to form. He quickly rushed over, snatching him from the large man and cradling him in his own arms.

He remembered how beaten up his brother's body had been merely a month ago and how long it took for those wounds and bruises to heal. "Veneziano," Lovino said softly brushing the boy's hair out of his face. "Wake up," He tried again when the younger didn't move but there was still nothing.

Lovino turned to Mathias with cold dark eyes. "What the fuck did you do to him? I swear to God if he doesn't wake up I'll killing every fucking one of you!" he screamed, hot tears rolling down his cheeks making his threat sound less intimidating.

It was then in that moment of screaming that his brother stirred lightly. Lovino's eyes flew back to the one in his arms, watching him closely to see if he had actually moved or if his mind was playing tricks on him. Not a second later, a pair of large gold eyes stared back at him, their owner looking far too weak at the moment. Lovino bit his lip and pulled his baby brother into a tight hug crying silently. "F-fratello?" Feliciano asked, his body still limp in the elder's arms.

Lovino nodded and pulled back slightly so he could see him. "IO sono qui fratello," he replied smiling softly. Feliciano smiled as well and leaned into the boy seeking comfort, which Lovino was quick to give at the moment.

"I th-thought I'd never see you again," Feliciano said softly, resting his head on the elder's shoulder. Lovino hushed him and ran his fingers through his hair, avoiding that one curl, trying to lull him back sleep.

"Everything is okay," he assured him. "Are you hurting any-" Lovino stopped short as a warm sticky liquid coated his hand. He didn't need to look to know that it was his brother's blood.

"M-my..." Feliciano tried but his voice escaped him as his eyelids slide down over luscious golden pools landing him into a deep sleep.

Lovino's mind went into frenzy as more panic set in. He could feel his brother's blood start to soak into his shirt, wetting his stomach a little. "Fe..Feliciano..?" Lovino whispered already knowing that the boy wouldn't wake up. He tried once more but those golden eyes remained shut.

"Lovino, let me see him, I can help," said Ludwig as he came to stand beside the Italian. He put his hand on the boy's shoulder but it was quickly swatted away.

"No... I won't let you hurt him any more than you already have bastard," replied Lovino with a dark, protective tone.

Ludwig frowned and for a moment his anger got the better of him. He stepped forward, pushed Lovino out of the way and snatched Feliciano up into his arms. Lovino growled and jumped up to strangle the German but before he could even get close, a pair of strong arms wrapped around him and held him back.

"Let me go fucker!" Lovino screamed, flailing and swinging his head back. A smile formed inside of him as his head made contact with someone's nose, letting off a nice crunch sound. He felt the person's blood trickle down onto the back of his neck but much to his surprise and discomfort the man's hold tightened. "Lasciami andare bastardo!" He yelled, trying to hit the man again but failing.

"Damn it, Lovino, if you don't stop your brother will die!" The person yelled. Lovino recognized the voice as Gilbert's. His flailing ceased and his body froze as he realized what the Prussian had said. Ludwig took that moment to carry Feliciano inside, Viktor and the others following behind him.

"Let me go bastard..." Lovino said softly, shaking Gilbert off of him before falling to his knees. He laid his head in his bloodied hands and cried silently, not caring at the moment that Gilbert was watching him.

This was all his fault, he shouldn't have acted like he was going to shoot Lukas, then Mathias wouldn't have dropped Feliciano and he would be hurt. But he did and now Feliciano was inside bleeding from an injury that was god knows how bad. ...He was such a horrible brother.

"Lovino?" The albino called softly as he watched the younger's shaking body.

"Le-leave me a-alone," Lovino sniffled. Gilbert let out a small sigh and sat down next to the boy. "D-didn't you hear me, I sa-said leave me alone!" He yelled scooting away from the Prussian. Gilbert let out another sigh and stood, stomping out the cigarette he had previously lit.

"Alright but later when you get done out here you should come check on your brother," Gilbert said as he walked into the house, leaving Lovino alone under the moon's watchful gaze.

He sat there for a while thinking of how he had fucked up and how he didn't deserve to have his brother. His grandpa gave him one order that he was suppose to uphold for all his life. "Take care of Feli, he's not like you, Lovino, he's fragile like porcelain and needs someone to watch out for him. I won't always be here to do that so it's your job to do so when I pass. Promise me you will do this, Lovino," was what his Nonno had said to him and he had tried his best to keep that promise but like everyone always told him, he was a failure, useless, no good.

"Mi dispiace nonno..."

Translations:

IO sono qui fratello - I'm here brother

Lasciami andare bastardo! – Let me go bastard!

Mi dispiace nonno – I'm sorry grandpa

I'm sorry that this chapter took so long and that it was so short but a lot of things happened. My laptop caught a virus that erased EVERYTHING on it so I had to try and rewrite this chapter but after I did that, I wasn't satisfied with it and ended up rewriting it like four times before ending with this, which I'm still not satisfied with in the least. Not to mention that I had tests like crazy and had to focus on that. But now it's summer! I should be updating more often but I'm not going to make any promises because the lake is calling my name. :3 Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this short chapter. Follow, Favorite and Review! Thanks.