A/n: Hey guys!
So, I see that I frustrated you guys with that cliff hanger. I realize I am evil, haha! And I was right. I actually did not update Sunday. I slept til 2. I got home at 2 in the morning. Long freaking drives, I swear. And then finals week hit me. I feel so bad for not updating. I'm really really really sorry! I didn't mean to push this off! Well, I hope you guys enjoy the chapter. Antonion's POV, After his brother left… Well…I guess I can fix the door tomorrow.Or…something. I…don't know, really. I can call someone from the place that sells doors.
Is there a store here the sells doors? I…have no idea.
"Uh, sir, you do realize your door is wide open, right?"
I sigh. "I have no door now."
"That could be an issue, sir."
I don't even look at the man. "Obviously."
"Sir, you seem to be in a sour mood."
"Someone just broke my door."
"I…see…Then sir, may I come in?"
"No. I don't want just anyone coming in."
"Well, that's just too bad." I feel breath on my neck and jump up off of the couch. Instead of just standing up, like I had hoped to, I trip on my feet as I spin to face the man behind me, landing on the coffee table, glass shattering everywhere. I'm pretty sure glass embeds itself in my arms. I hiss in pain and glare at the man smirking down on me.
I glare at him as I stand. "Well, that just wasn't nice, was it?"
The man holds up a gun. My blood runs cold. "I'm not a very nice man, Antonio."
"That's Mr. Carriedo to you."
"Antonio, Mr. Carriedo, Antonio Fernandez Carriedo, Hernandez…all names of a dead man."
I roll my eyes, slowly inching backwards. "Really now. What makes you say that."
The man blatantly ignores me. "I will kill you, here and now. Unless you tell me where Lovino Vargas is at."
"I have no idea who you are talking about."
The man shoots my ceiling. Another thing I have to fix. "I know you know who I am talking about. You recently adopted him."
I roll my eyes. "Really? I don't recall adopting a Lovino Vargas."
The man lowers the gun at me. "That is not what I have heard. If you don't tell me where the boy is, I will kill you."
I walk backwards towards the end table near the couch. "Alright. I will tell you where the boy is, since you seem to think that I actually know him."
The man smirks and lowers his gun to the floor. "I don't think. I know." He sees me reaching into the drawer of the table. "What are you looking for?"
"That address. I can never remember what it is."
"Well hurry up."
I find the small device I was looking for and throw it at his feet. I smirk. "Comer este hijo de puta."
"Wha-" Before he can even mutter a word, the smoke grenade I threw at him explodes, gas going everywhere. I rush to the back of the house, and down to the basement, ignoring the blood on my arms.
Suddenly, I'm tackled by a man. As soon as I hit the ground, I hear him snickering. "Man, I didn't think he'd be right. You really are Fernadez, ain't ya? The boss said to be prepared, but I thought you were just some chill old guy."
I groan and hit my head on the floor.
I was so screwed. Oh so very screwed.
A pair of feet appear in front of me. "Now," It was the man that was in my living room. "Tell us where the boy is."
He steps on my hand, crushing my hand. "Lies! Tell us where he is!"
I glare up at the man. "I don't know who you're talking about!"
"Sir. We found a spare room appearing to belong to the boy in question."
"HOW DID YOU PEOPLE EVEN GET IN MY HOUSE?!"
I hear the man stepping on my hands snicker. "Your front door was missing."
"Oh shut it. It was rhetorical, idiot!"
A laugh. "I heard Fernandez was a nice guy!"
"I normally am." I sigh. "However, some pricks came in here and pushed me into my coffee table, getting glass everywhere and are accusing me of having a child I have never heard of!"
"Just give it up. We know you have the child. Just tell us where he is. We'll let you go peacefully."
I spit on his shoe. Really, what else could I do? "I will never tell you where he is."
The man squats in front of me and lifts my head so I can see him. "We'll see how long it takes to break you."
Everything is shrouded in darkness. I have no idea if I was knocked out, if someone cut the power to my house or if there was a bag over my face.
All I really know was that I had to protect Lovi.
Even if I died in the process.
Francis's POV
"Arthur, thank you. Really."
The Brit rolls his eyes. "Honestly, I don't see why you can't just bring them with you."
"It's really complicated. And I have to go see him. He deserves to have someone there."
"Fine, fine. I don't want to hear the sob story." He pauses. "Hey, Francis?"
I turn just before I walk out the door. "Yes?"
"What if he doesn't make it? What will happen to Romano?"
I sigh, thinking of the social worker that Antonio told me about. "I have no idea. It's not like one of us could just take him in." I shake my head. "I wonder if this is connected to what happened to Gilbert."
"Wait, what happened to Gilbert?"
I turn to him. "You…didn't hear about it? I thought I told you…"
"No…Save it for when you get back. Hurry your arse to the hospital."
"Yes…Again, thank you Arthur."
"Just go."
Before I leave, I hear him mutter "Alfred must have snuck into bed with Matthew already…"
Lovino's POV
I don't know why, but I haven't been able to sleep all night.
Maybe it's because Mattie is clinging to me, and really no one has done that since…that day…or the night before that day. Feli always would snuggle up with me at night.
But, I especially couldn't sleep when a small person came up and started shaking me. "Mattie! Mattie!"
"…I'm not Mattie…"
"Romano? What are you doing in Mattie's bed? Where's Mattie?"
"I stayed the night…Mattie is right next to me…wait, aren't you supposed to be with Arthur?"
"I am. He's in the living room."
"…Why?"
Alfred groans. "You ask too many questions! Cause Francis had to go the hospital!"
"Why?!"
Alfred sighs. "Because Antonio is there! Something happened…hey...Romano! Where are you going!"
A/N: I may do a one shot on Arthur, Francis, Antonio and Gilbert if people are interested in how those four are connected (Because there is a connection). Just lemme know!
That's it for now! Leave a review and I will see you guys next week. Probably. Bye bye!
