A/N: While writing this, my phone corrected Marcello to Marvellous. Yes. Warning: Goes from gore to ridiculous fluff in this chapter.
"Bastards... Fucking bastards..." Lovino grumbled, drawing his legs up slightly. Feliciano sighed happily in his sleep and snuggled closer to his brother, rubbing his head into his chest and wrapping his arms around his waist. Marcello was sprawled across the foot of the bed, snoring loudly. The oldest Italian was very close to calling his grandfather at six in the morning in order to get rid of the little fuckers. His nonno had gone back to the hotel room he checked into and Marcello decided to be a stubborn little ass. He demanded to stay, but seeing as he had been crying his eyes out earlier, Lovino gave in to his baby brother.
"Lovi..." Marcello complained drowsily, pushing his ankle away from his face in displease. Lovino shifted again before deciding it was time to leave the cramped space. Sliding out of the bed, he pulled on a shirt and wandered into the living room, where he rubbed his eyes as he remembered the night before. Damn Romulus. He deserved to have his sleep ruined also, which is why Lovino pulled his phone from between the couch cushions and dialed his grandfather's phone in order to rant at him. Even if it took eighteen tries for that perverted ringtone of his to even rouse him.
"And if I remember correctly, you don't live here! This is my place, I pay for the rent! I bring home the groceries, I cook, I clean, I decide who can stay in my house! Nonno, you can't kick my boyfriend out and ban him from coming over! You can't tell me what to do, damn it! I fucking love him and I plan to be with him for the rest of my life!"
"Ah, Lovi, you were never a morning person," Romulus yawned after his entire speech. Lovino scowled; he spent ten minutes complaining and all he had to say was that? What the fuck? What the actual fuck? He pinched his nose, taking in a deep breath. He glanced over his shoulder as a sleepy Feliciano drifted into the kitchen to cook breakfast, his eyes closed. Well, he was Italian. He wouldn't burn down the house just yet.
"Bye, nonno. We'll speak again later, damn it. I have to go to school," Lovino spoke shortly before going to hang up the phone.
"Wait! Wait, bambino! Nippote, you can't! Have you watched the news? School is cancelled until further notice. The city's on lockdown, grandbaby, you can't leave your house. March your ass right back on to bed, young man, because I am not letting you be cut into pieces!"
"Che cosa? What are you talking about?" Lovino plugged a finger into one ear to block out Feliciano's incessant chatter, raising a perfect eyebrow.
"You haven't heard!? Lovino, last night a serial killer went about the city, breaking into people's houses and kidnapping them! He killed most of them without even attempting to take them. The pretty news lady said that it was only people from your school, mostly in your grade. I'm coming over later, I have to protect my babies. After I eat breakfast, but you'll be okay until then, right?" Lovino started to hyperventilate. How... How heartless of that person!
"Nonno, you sent my boyfriend out in the middle of the night with a killer on the loose... I-I'm going to kill you!" Romulus shook his head.
"Now, I know you don't mean that, bambino. You always say the opposite of what you mean," he cooed. "Now go back to bed."
Lovino growled and hung up the phone, throwing it at the couch again. It dropped between the cushions once again and he was so used to the it at this point, he didn't bother retrieving it. He received a hug from Marcello from behind and awkwardly patted the boy's head. Muttering a good morning, he padded to the kitchen and began to pour himself some cereal. He munched on the small serving until Feliciano finished making breakfast. The trio of brothers sat together and chatted softly as they ate.
"Hey... Are you two okay? About last night?" Lovino sighed after dropping his fork for the fifth time. Marcello and Feliciano exchanged glances before nodding eagerly.
"Of course. We were worried one of them were going to hurt you, but we're super happy they didn't, big brother," Feliciano answered while Marcello nodded. Lovino smiled slightly, started to eat again.
"That's good, because I wanted to ask something else..." He cleared his throat. "How would you feel if I married Antonio?"
There was a pause before Feliciano started squealing and Marcello's jaw dropped. The latter looked slightly conflicted before ultimately closing his mouth and smirking.
"Ah, I see. My big brother's growing up so fast. He's already committed himself to a lifetime of ass poundings," he teased as he wiggled his finger in the air. He then winked. Lovino turned a deep red and pointed his fork at him shakily, swallowing.
"You. You watch your mouth, you little asshole. We're not getting married anytime soon, I was just amusing myself with thoughts of proposing to him. After college, I mean. Also, shut the hell up. My sex life is none of your business. You're too young to be hearing about that stuff." Marcello rolled his eyes.
"I'm sixteen, fratello. I'm sure I'm old enough to know some things. Maybe even a whole lot more," he confessed with a shrug. Lovino glared at him. "I also know that you flipped the mattress over because of the cum stain in the middle. You also keep your lube in the bathroom cabinet and you sext Antonio when you're bored. ... I'm very observant."
"You little shit! Stop going through my things! How did you even figure out my fucking passcode to my phone?" Lovino stuttered, throwing a balled up paper towel at him. Marcello laughed like the evil cunt-muffin he was.
"Like I said, Lovi. I'm very observant," Marcello snickered before mumbling to himself. "Pillow humper..."
"Y-Y- How... Wh- YOU'RE FUCKING GROUNDED," Lovino squeaked, his voice cracking like it always did when he was embarrassed. Now he definitely knew Marcello went through his phone. Especially since he knew the secret Lovino only told Arthur- Weeks ago. Sometimes, he'd hump pillows in his sleep when he was going through a dry spell. Not that Antonio repelling him was a problem. He was just too shy to ask for sex and his withdrawal symptoms were odd...
"I don't live here," Marcello whined in response to his declaration.
"Well, now you fucking do! Go to your... My room!" His brother moaned in despair and left the table. Feliciano, who had remained silent the entire time, began to wheeze with laughter. Lovino rolled his eyes and sat back down, praying Feliciano wouldn't start being perverted, too.
"Ve..." Later, when Lovino calmed down enough to grant Marcello freedom from his room (also know as unlocking the door), they left in Feliciano's car. Completely against his grandfather's orders. He didn't give a fuck, obviously the killer expected to find them at home and murder them. Well, he wasn't having it, damn it. He drove to Antonio's house, Feliciano next to him and Marcello in the back seat, texting. He dug out his key to his boyfriend's home. Unlocking the door, he knocked on the wall.
"Antonio?" No response. He wandered around the house, looking for the Spaniard while his siblings trailed behind. At one point, Feliciano branched off from the scouting group and observed the kitchen. Antonio had definitely been there recently. He had the stove on and a bowl of tomatoes was on the counter. Most likely, he was multi tasking between snacking and his activity. Feliciano nodded to himself- It made sense. He then waded around some more before finding a new door.
Opening it, he blindly grasped the brick wall. A few minutes of darkness and then some. Finally, he blinked when he saw a bright lamp in the corner of the room. This had to be the basement. He followed the light before halting at the sound of a voice.
"He's going to pay... Oh, he's going to pay. He took my Lovi from me. Can you believe that?" The sound of squirming and whimpering. "I'm going to kill him, Matthew. No one can get between me and my cutie. I won't even make it look like an accident."
Feliciano blanched, turning another corner and peeking. The sight he saw was both disgusting and horrifying. Alarming. Devastating. Why... Just why was Lovino's boyfriend, "sweet, innocent Antonio", "big brother Toni", "that bastard", Antonio Fernandez Carriedo-He was in the last place Feliciano would ever imagine him to be. In a room full of dead bodies, the floor splattered with guts and missing limbs. Beheaded persons, rotting corpses. The people waiting to die screaming for help behind sliced-off lips and foaming at the mouth with fresh blood. Or bleach. Or both.
"T-Toni..." Feliciano slapped a hand over his mouth, silently weeping. The sight tore the heart strings out of his chest. He knew most of these people. There was Ivan Braginski with an undeterminabled amount of bullets in his face, making him almost unrecognizable. Emma Peeters, knifed in her genitalia and screeching to be put out of her misery as she bled out. Feliciano retched, feeling vomit climb his throat. The stench of the room burned his eyes. Emma's brother was shot four times and had his own pipe shoved down the hole in his throat, puss surfacing around it. Natalia, her torso torn open and fiddled with. It looked like Antonio rearranged her internal organs for fun.
Yong Soo had a snapped neck, his arms twisted at weird angles. Vladimir's Bulgarian friend looked like he blew chunks until it killed him, vomit and blood caked to his mouth as he lay on his side. Dead. Oh, and Sadik Adnan. Antonio let him suffer a slow, painful death. He forced him to remember the day at Feliks' party where he joined the gang banging of sweet, innocent Lovino. Yes, he was normally a pretty good guy when he wasn't drunk, but he touched Lovino! He raped him, he face-fucked him until he puked, he violated him from behind until something broke and he bled.
Antonio was thankful to the high Heavens that the guys wore condoms. Not because they were worried for Lovino's health, but because they didn't want to be arrested. Lovino could only remember their blurry faces, but had no further evidence of who forced him into non-consensual sex. Unlike the others, Antonio dragged out Sadik's torture for hours. He beat the shit out of him, shot him in both kneecaps, individually cut off all of his fingers, toes, and nipples, cut off and forced him to eat his own hair, castrated him, broke all of his limbs, and even showed him what Lovino went through.
He wouldn't dare bury himself inside of that disgusting pile of filth, never. But he did take a broom stick and used the handle to deflower that fucker's ass-cherry. He laughed the whole time as he screamed and squirmed, begging him to step. Ha, nope! Antonio then took the away the broom and instead penetrated him with a broken glass bottle. It cut him in all the worst places and made sure he bled worst than Lovino did. Whoever said revenge was sweet was right as rain. To top it all off, he put Sadik in a dress and recorded him apologizing to Lovino for ever touching him. After that, he chopped off his tongue and dismembered him. Piece by piece. It was fun~
Tino was nibbling on the wire tied around him, a determined look on his normally sweet face. His gums were bleeding, but he was persistant. Antonio had ignored him mostly. The night he came over to poison him, he was sick and a little off his game. He was lucky that Berwald walked into the house before Tino could kill both of them. And lastly, Antonio was sitting on the floor with Matthew Williams shaking and crying. He was cradling the Canadian's head, chatting with him cordially. Matthew was pale, white as chalk, both scared and scarred.
"You know," Antonio chirped happily. "You were actually supposed to die a long time ago. I was going to pretend to be your friend, take you to the zoo to see the polar bears and I was going to video tape you getting eaten by them. Haha! But I didn't, because I was trying to space out everyone's deaths to make it seem like freak accidents. But no, Francis had to come in the picture. Now Lovi's grandfather is going to get a restraining order on me for Lovi. Fucked up, right? Lovi is my soul mate. We're meant to be lovers forever, Matthew. Right?"
Feliciano finally came out of his trance, starting to back away slowly. He was almost out when the lamp light flickered and Antonio glanced upwards. Narrowing his eyes at the brunette, he speedily slit open Matthew's throat and rose to his feet. Matthew gasped and wheezed, gagging and choking on his own bodily fluids. Before Feliciano could blink once, Antonio had grabbed him and pushed him into one of the brick walls, his sensitive front grinding into the blocks.
"B-Big brother Tonnni!" Feliciano gasped for air, rasping.
"I'm sorry, Feli, but you can't ruin everything. Lovino can't stop loving me." With that, he grabbed a handful of Feliciano's hair and forcefully started to slam his head into the wall. Bam, bam, bam, bam, bam, bam, bam, bam, bam, bam, bam. He didn't stop until he was unconscious and his forehead had a bloody gash. His eyes were half-lidded and unseeing. Scratches littered his face and his nose was almost ripped off from the rough handling. In fact, the skin was hanging by a biological thread.
Antonio smiled sadly before letting go of his hair and scooping him up into his arms bridal style. Eh, and still so, Lovino felt much better in his arms. His darling ray of sunshine. Carrying Feliciano up the stairs, he had half a mind to sit Feliciano in his bathtub and let him die from blood loss. But Lovino would be so distraught, he'd forget about him and spend the rest of his life mourning his death when he could be loving on Antonio! Man, Feliciano was an eternal cockblock. Though Antonio didn't care much for the sex, he just wanted Lovino to be in his arms. Lovino Carriedo... It sounded so nice.
"Lovi! Lovi, are you here!?" Lovino perked up from where he was moping and binging on the left-out tomatoes, starting to smile. He dropped the red fruit and ran to where he heard his voice.
"Toni! I'm here!" Antonio's heart melted. His Lovino sounded so endearingly happy to hear just his voice. He moved faster, wishing Feliciano didn't have to keep him from hugging his boyfriend senseless.
"Lovi, call the ambulance! Feli tripped down the stairs while looking for me in the basement! A-And you know there's so many, so he's hurt really badly!" Lovino turned a starch white, his smile dropping. He raced for the housephone, dialing 911 and tapping his foot anxiously. The next thing he knew, Antonio was in the hospital with Lovino pacing by his side. He squeezed his hand in comfort, only receiving a weary, reluctant smile in return.
"Sunshine, come sit." Lovino blushed at the new nickname and hesitantly obeyed. Antonio thought the name felt very right on his tongue and calling Lovino something that made his day brighter fit. He looped an arm around Lovino's waist and rubbed his side to calm him. The Italian would have thrown a fit usually, but he was in a neutral mood again. He slowly pulled his sunshine's head onto his shoulder, stroking his hair and kissing his forehead. "Do you like that? Should I keep calling you sunshine?"
Lovino nodded quietly, his eyes drifting back to the room where Feliciano was being operated on. He was scared to death for his brother. Lovino was always the clumsy one in the family, not him. Did he pass it on to his younger sibling? Damn it. He was always making mistakes and everyone knew it. This was his fault, wasn't it? He started to sniffle, burying his head into Antonio's chest.
"Shhhh, sunshine. He's going to pull through, I promise. I wasn't very- I meant, he didn't get hurt too badly. Think, Lovi. He could have broken his neck, but he didn't. He's still breathing, sunshine..." Lovino nodded, watching Marcello pace the halls with bloodshot eyes. Suddenly, Antonio grabbed his chin and turned his head towards him with a gravely serious look.
"Listen, sunshine, I have something to confess..." He slowly kissed Lovino's cheek before pulling back with a smile. "I've done a lot of bad things. So many I can't count. And let me tell you, the sick rush I get from those things don't give me as much happiness as you can by just breathing. You're going to start hearing many rumors about me and most of them are true. Half of them, I've done for you. But don't blame yourself.
"I've invaded your privacy because I love you so much. I know some things that I'm not supposed to and none of them make me think any less of you. You're perfect. I even realized that we think alike in some ways. Especially when someone's treated us wrong. Ah, what was my point again...? Oh, si. So Lovi, I want you to know that I might be gone soon. I don't want to leave, sunshine. But before it happens, I want you to know that I love you so very much. I really want to marry you. I want to make love to you every day and night to remind you of how much you mean to me.
"I love you more than Francis ever could. I'm actually afraid that you want him more, sunshine. You probably do..." Lovino grabbed his hand from his chin, intertwining their fingers. Softly, he whispered.
"I love you more than him... Ti amo troppo." Antonio grinned and leaned forward, capturing his lips for a few seconds.
"Gracias. That's the one thing I want to hear before I die..." Lovino's eyes widened and he shook his head.
"Stop saying that. Why would you die? B-Babe, you're staying here with me. You can't..." Antonio laughed silently, rubbing his nose into Lovino's shoulder.
"You... You called me 'babe', sunshine... I'm starting to think I misheard you saying 'bastard'..." His tomato flushed darkly, petting his hair.
"I-It's only fair... You call me 'sunshine' and I kind of want to call you something, too..." Antonio nodded, pulling away. He kissed Lovino's cheek again.
"I see. Then I won't stop you, sunshine. I really like it," he giggled, rubbing circles into his hands. He kissed the back of his tan hands and the tips of his fingers. Lovino watched with a flustered pout. Antonio playfully nipped his middle finger on his right hand. "Your favorite finger..."
"Si, of course." Lovino scoffed, flipping it upwards with a smug smile. Antonio pecked his lips again, on cloud nine. This is just what he wanted.
"And my favorite pair of lips in the whole world," he mumbled against them. Lovino wound his arms around his neck, pulling him closer.
"What about the universe?"
"Si, that, too." He rubbed his lips against his cheeks and kissed his cute little nose. He sighed again. "Lovi, you know when you said you pretend not to notice the creepy stuff I do?"
Lovino nodded. "I know you were serious about killing anyone who I'd leave you for. Which is ridiculous, because I'd never do that."
"Eh, really? You don't mind if I get a little crazy about you?" Lovino shrugged.
"It means you care about me, you idiot..." Antonio cradled Lovino's head in his hands, squishing his cheeks and rubbing his thumb across his soft lips.
"Well, what if... What if I've already killed some for you, sunshine?" Lovino paled and pulled back. He stared at him in shock, furrowing his eyebrows.
"Wha...? Oh. Oh, shit." The sound of a door opening swiped his attention. A doctor walked out of the ER, pulling a mask off of his mouth. He smiled and nodded.
"Feliciano is fine. Just a little head trauma, but he shouldn't have any trouble with anything other than memory. Though, we did have to fix his nose, so he can't use it for the next few weeks. Poor guy." Lovino jumped to his feet, exhaling in relief.
"Can we see him?" Marcello asked. The doctor nodded briefly before adding on.
"Keep in mind that he's unconscious at the moment. And we're moving him to a normal room right now, so be patient." For the next few days, Antonio and Lovino spent the night in the hospital, waiting for Feliciano to wake up. The staff allowed them to stay there due to the city-wide lockdown. It was four o'clock in the afternoon on a Friday when Feliciano's eyes fluttered open.
"L... Lovino?" Lovino's eyes snapped open and he gasped. He smacked Antonio's arm to wake him up and ran to Feliciano's side.
"Feli!" Feliciano sat up, tugging Lovino into a surprisingly strong hug. Marcello and Romulus rose next, jogging to him. They started to ambush him with questions and what-not when Feliciano burst onto tears suddenly.
"Wh-What's wrong, fratello?" Lovino questioned, patting his head. Feliciano buried his head into his chest. He pulled away and waved his shaking hands urgently.
"I-Italienisch.." Marcello exchanged glances with Lovino before they switched over to their native language.
"Ti senti meglio?" Lovino questioned, brushing his hair back.
"Intesa migliore?" Romulus hummed.
"Naturalmente," Marcello commented, nodding. Feliciano's eyes welled with tears again. He wiped them away, quaking with sobs. He shook his head, reaching for his phone, which was on the charger. Marcello handed it to him as he grasped it with difficulty, fumbling to dial a number.
"L-Ludwig?" He dissolved into German, confusing everyone in the room. He seemed to ask a few questions before cupping a hand over his lips. He faced his family, stuttering with a pale face. "Ich verstehe nicht..."
"What?" Lovino asked with an eyebrow raised. In response, Feliciano only turned onto his side and pulled his blankets over his head, weeping and whimpering silently. Romulus rubbed his back, trying to get him to talk again. Lovino stared at his brother as he mused on his actions. Wait a second, did he...?
"Wait, Feli... Feli can't speak English anymore... Or Italian. That's why he's crying. Oh, shit. Oh, fucking shit..." A silence fell over the room as Feliciano continued sobbing underneath the blankets. Just then, everyone's favorite albino burst through the door. Francis trailed after him, scanning the room frantically for Lovino.
"Toni! Antonio, there you are! You asshole, I thought you were dead! I saw on the news that your house burnt down!" He cried as he grabbed Antonio's shoulders and shook him. The Spaniard stared back into his red eyes blankly. Then his expression morphed into surprise and horror.
"Wh-What...?" He blinked back tears unsucessfully and spun around to bury his face in Lovino's neck, squeezing his waist with his strong arms. Lovino returned the embrace, rubbing his back and combing his fingers through his fluffy hair with the other. He glared at Gilbert for making his boyfriend cry, sighing as his shirt got wet.
"Shhh. It's okay, babe. You can live with me," Lovino whispered quietly, his green eyes darting between Francis, Gilbert and his sniffling brother. He was pleased to see Antonio's cheek color at his nickname, pulling his head back to gape.
"R-Really? I can live with you, Lovi? Gracias, sunshine. I'm so lucky to have such a sweet boyfriend," he cooed, pressing their lips together with an affectionate lack of restraint. He buried his face into his neck again, slyly leaving light kisses. Lovino's cheeks glowed.
"I- Um... Marcello, you're sleeping on the couch tonight. Feli can have the floor..." Romulus placed his hands on his hips, shaking his head in disapproval.
"Don't do that to your brothers, Lovino. Especially the one who has a concussion. And you, I told you to stay away from my grandson. You've touched him more than you ever should have." Lovino gulped in guilt, suddenly remembering his younger brother's misery. Starting towards the bed, he flinched as his wrist was grabbed by the impatient Frenchman.
"I've been here long enough. Yes, things are bad here, but Arthur needs your help, Lovino! He's been framed and arrested for those ridiculous killing aprees that happened overnight! The police shot him and he's in a holding cell!" Gilbert jolted in shock and looked at Antonio, who seemed fascinated with the ceiling. Lovino paled before tearing his wrist away and jogging to Feliciano. He plucked the covers away from his shivering form and grabbed his hand. Squeezing it, he bent down to kiss his forehead.
"Gilbert, how do you say, 'I'll be back, I have to go' in your Kraut language...?" He murmured what the German uttered in response before giving his brother a short hug. Wiping away his own tears that had gathered in his eyes from major stress, he returned to Francis. He held out his hand. "Take me to where he is."
Francis grabbed his hand, beginning to pull him out the door when Antonio grabbed Lovino's alternate hand and jerked him out of his grip. He spat his next words with pure hatred, stepping in front of Lovino with a unnervingly kind smile.
"Si, take us to where Arthur is. The next time you touch my boyfriend, I'm breaking your hand."
A/N: I actually had the idea of what happened to Feli before I started this fic. Then someone uploaded a fic where the same happens (but not because of Antonio) and it's an actual thing. :D ... Wait, that's a bad thing. :l