Spain & Romano: Cosca
Fem!Spain – Antonia
Romano – Lovino
Germany - Ludwig
N. Italy - Feliciano
Antonia cursed, clenching her arms as she felt her muscles tremble. She hated this feeling. The feeling of utter terror coursed through her. She could feel her heart pounding against her ribs, trying to escape. The sound of it was deafening. She felt cold yet so hot. The sweat flowing down the back of her neck stung like ice but her flesh felt like it was on fire. Everything was shaking; her hands, her vision, her stomach, her legs. Her eyes began to sting and she felt something warm and wet soaking into her blouse.
Trembling, the Spanish rose drew her long legs closer, socked feet dragging away from the red liquid now flooding the floor of her shop. The lump of cooling flesh lay lifelessly in the mess, dark eyes losing all light. The flood was originating from the hole in his head and in his stomach.
"Sei ferita, mia moglie?"
The girl flinched; lifting emerald green eyes from the corpse at her feet. The pistol was still held firm in his hand, aimed for her bosom where the pervertido's head once been. She couldn't tear her eyes from the firearm. As if noticing the fear she held, that hand lowered until the pistol came to rest against the man's hip. She was then able to examine her savor.
He was dressed in a sleek black Italian suit with a deep crimson tie beneath the collar and fedora perched on his dark auburn hair. His hazel eyes were ablaze, burning with the residual rage held for the bastardo between them.
Antonia felt tears well up as those hazel eyes met her gaze. They softened only enough to reassure her. She watched as he carefully lifted the flap of his jacket, tucking the pistol away in its holster along his ribs. He deftly buttoned the jacket as he marched heedlessly through the pool of crimson blood. With his shined dress shoes, he kicked the corpse further from her before crouching before her trembling figure.
"Sei ferita, Antonia? Stai bene?" He whispered once more. He lifted a hand toward her and she flinched. Hurt filled those hazel eyes. Fingers lightly brushed across her cheek bone and tucked a curl behind her ear. "Ho…paura di te?"
She couldn't breathe. A tear rolled down her nose as she tried to breathe in. Her lungs trembled with the rest of her body. Frightened? Yes, she had been frightened.
She felt his hand pull away.
"No!" She grabbed hold of that hand, clenching it tightly to her cheek. She sobbed, kissing his palm. "No, no es mi marido. El pervertido me asustó."
Upon her words, a small smile formed upon those thin lips. Leaning forward, he kissed away her tears.
"I should scold you for being so reckless. Working in a place like this, alone, so late at night. La mia sposa stupida." He whispered as he continued to kiss her cheeks, her nose, her jaw, her eyes and finally her lips.
"Lovino." Antonia breathed. "Take me home."
"Si."
With great care, the Italian wrapped his arm around her back and cradled her thighs with the other. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders as he stood. The brunette grunted as her weight settled on him and she giggled.
Lovino gave the dead man on last hard kick, just for good measure.
"Make this trash disappear, fratellino." He ordered as he passed made his way through the entrance of the shop.
The younger Italian nodded obediently, his tall German contract beside him. Feliciano strolled toward the corpse as Ludwig removed his jacket and began rolling up the sleeves of his white shirt. A dark grin fell upon the auburn youth's lips.
"Never touch the wife of Don Vargas."
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Italian:
Sei ferita, mia moglie – Are you hurt, my wife?
Sei ferita, Antonia? Stai bene? – Are you hurt, Antonia? Are you alright?
Ho…paura di te? – Did I…frighten you?
La mia sposa stupida – My stupid bride.
Fartellino – little brother
Spanish:
No, no es mi marido. El pervertido me asustó. – No, not my husband. That pervert frightened me.
If any of my foreign language is wrong in anyway, please let me know how to correct it and I will do my best to do so. I use Google!Translator so I have no idea if anything is accurate.
03/19/11