AN: OKAY I KNOW Y'ALL SAID NOT TO WORRY ABOUT IT, BUT I FEEL REALLY BAD FOR NOT UPDATING IN LIKE, CLOSE TO A MONTH. *goes into corner of shame* I'm really sorry guys. I know you guys like this story and I really don't want to keep y'all waiting…But yeah, we're moving out of my house and heading down to Florida in…a week. It's been really stressful for my whole family; since we'll have to find new doctors, therapists, schools, a new place…I really hate change. I'm not gonna lie, I do. I like things to stay the same so I've been kind of mentally freaking out since EVERYTHING'S CHANGING. Different house, different school, different people, DIFFERENT EVERYTHING. So yeah…and I've been trying to stay calm for the most part…emphasis on TRYING. I feel like I have to deal with everyone's problems. Trying to spend time with my brother since he's not good at making friends (At least he has a couple, thank God), helping my mom try to cope with different things, trying to spend times with my friends without feeling bad because I feel guilty that I might be making my parents more stressed then they already are (even though they've told me that I'm not) and helping my parents with the move pretty much. I mean, of course I want to help in any way I can but…I'm 14. I don't turn 15 until…August. So it's a lot to handle…without snapping. Honestly, I'm not a normal teenager. I don't snap at my parents, I don't whine and complain about idiotic things, and I don't bitch about my parents or about my responsibilities. So it's a lot to carry mentally and emotionally…*coughs* A-Anyway, so I'm really sorry for not updating, and sorry for writing this really long Author's note. If you actually read this, holy crap, kudos to you. So, here's chapter 11 for La Bella Madre Italiana~! Hope you enjoy J

Disclaimer- *sighs and holds up all the characters used in this story* I DON'T OWN THESE GUYS I SWEAR.

Antonio felt the afternoon sun start to shine on his closed eyelids, and groaned, not wanting to get up.

For some reason, he felt warm, unusual since the house he shared with Gilbert and Francis was cold most of the time. He was aware that he was holding something, and although he didn't know what it was, he just snuggled into its warmth. He was about to go back to sleep…until he felt whatever he was holding start to breathe anyway.

So, with a foggy mind, he opened his tired eyes, and looked down to see what the hell he was snuggling close to. His eyes widened, staring at the sleeping face of Lovino, as he started to remember what happened earlier that morning.

"T-Ti amo troppo"

Antonio smiled to himself, as he moved a piece of hair out of Lovino's sleeping face. Lovino's face was buried into Antonio's chest, and his arms were covered with the long shirt sleeves of the shirt he was wearing.

Antonio had an idea of why Lovino always wore shirts like this, or jackets, but his mind and heart simply didn't want to believe it. Lovino's arms were around Antonio's stomach, his eyes were closed peacefully, and he was breathing slowly and deeply, his curl twitching every now and then.

Antonio sighed, and leaned his head against his hand, simply watching his love sleep as he thought about what to do in the current situation he was about to face. 'Okay. So the mafia is split into two..'teams' right now from the mobs about Brandon…There's the side that is with and for Brandon…and then there is the side who hates Brandon…Damn it, I need to come up with a peaceful plan or else there's going to be bloodshed.'

Before Antonio could worry anymore, he felt slight shifting in his arms. His eyes came back into focus, and his eye met Lovino's tired and confused ones. "Antonio…? What happ-…" Lovino stopped himself, and he quickly sat up, his eyes widening in realization. Antonio sat up as well, and put his arms around Lovino's waist gently, hurt coming into his eyes when the Italian flinched.

"Lovi…It's alright, I'm not gonna hurt you…" Antonio said reassuringly, but it didn't really get to Loviono, since his mind was thinking at a hundred miles per minute.

'Holy shit you idiot you actually told him what happened to you? You actually told him your feelings?! Are you freaking serious? After all these years of keeping your heart locked up, and all the time you spent keeping that wall up?! NOW HE'LL BE ABLE TO HURT YOU. FUCK!'

Lovino tried to calm down, and reason with his sporadic thoughts. Antonio loved him right? He said so himself…But what if it was a joke? What if Antonio just said that so he could…fuck him and throw him away? Antonio could almost see the wheels in the Italian's mind turning, and watched Lovino's face as it grew more uncertain and scared.

'I mean c'mon Lovino! You're not the worst person in the world…but damn you're close. Who would want a skinny Italian, with dull hair and eyes, who has all these mental issues, self-harms, and who let himself be raped?!' Lovino started to get up out of the bed, wanting to leave and not face Antonio and all that he had told the Spanish man.

Antonio saw Lovino start to get up, grabbed his arms, and pulled the other to his chest, hugging the Italian. Lovino struggled and tried to get his arms out of Antonio's grasp.

"Let. Me. Go. Now." Lovino said in a slightly desperate voice, his anxiety going up from Antonio being so close to his scars.

Antonio kept his grip, and whispered into Lovino's ear "Not until you tell me what's wrong." Lovino tensed up and once again, tried to get out of Antonio's hug. "Damn it! Just let me go you bastard!" Lovino yelled, wishing that he had left his door open so someone could come and he wouldn't have to face the current situation his was in.

Antonio felt his heart twist painfully, hating the look Lovino had on his face. It was painful to look at, his love's face full of anxiety. "Please…tell me what's wrong…mi amore I just want to help…" Antonio said, turning Lovino around so that the other was sitting in his lap, facing him. Lovino looked down, and clenched his fists, choosing not to say anything.

Antonio however, was not going to have that, and tilted Lovino's face up so that he was looking into the Italian's eyes. "Lovino…I can't help if I don't know why you're so upset…" Antonio said softly. Lovino felt a large burst of anger shoot through his veins. So, using that anger, and the current adrenaline from the anxiety he was having, he pulled his arms away from Antonio's grasp, and held them tight in his hands. The small burst of anger gone, Lovino hung his head, still in Antonio's lap.

"Just…please. Stop with this cruel joke already…" Lovino said quietly, closing his eyes and waiting for Antonio to laugh and give in, tell him how this was all a prank, or that his grandfather or brother paid him to do this.

Antonio stared at Lovino, confusion written on his face. "Lovi…What cruel joke? What are you talking about?" Antonio asked, trying to get Lovino to look him in the eye. Lovino glared at his own arms, a scowl coming to his face.

"You know what the hell I'm talking about! This! This whole 'love' that you supposedly have for me! It's GOT to be a fucking joke!" Lovino snapped, not wanting to see the relief or laughter on the Spaniard's face. Antonio felt even more confused, staring at Lovino carefully.

"Lovi…What are you saying? My love for you isn't a joke!" Antonio said. Lovino clenched his sleeves tighter, his mind not believing Antonio's words.

He laughed bitterly, hurting Antonio's heart, and said "Yeah right…I don't blame you though, I mean shit, look at me. I'm not exactly the best tomato in the field…" Antonio looked at Lovino's face, hurt that his love would think that.

"…Lovino Romano Vargas. I will say this as many times as you need me to, but I. Love. You. Te amo, ti amo, whatever language you want me to say it in. But Lovino, my heart belongs to you and you only. Please believe me when I say that mi amore…" Antonio said softly, putting on a smile when Lovino lifted his head up. Doubt. That was what Lovino's eyes were full of. Antonio could see that clearly.

"I don't know when you'll believe that my love for you is genuine...but can we please at least try to have some sort of relationship? I know that's asking a lot but…I promise I won't hurt you like Brandon did…I'll never leave your side." Antonio asked, cupping Lovino's face in his hands.

Lovino stared at Antonio's face, his hands still clenching his shirt sleeves, worries and doubts going through his thoughts. 'Maybe…He's being genuine…? No…he HAS to be fucking lying…But how do I know that he's not being serious? I don't…' Lovino sighed in defeat, looking back down at his hands. "Fine you bastard. W-We can try…" The Italian said, blushing when Antonio lifted his face up again.

"Thank you Lovi…I won't hurt you…Promise." Antonio then leaned in, and kissed Lovino softly on the mouth, grinning when the other responded.

They broke apart, and Antonio smiled at Lovino, saying "So Lovi~ Have any questions for me?" Lovino, still in a bit of a daze from that kiss (though he would never admit it), asked confusingly "Huh?"

Antonio chuckled, and said "Well, I did say yesterday at the hotel that we would talk about everything today, didn't I? That includes my…work, if you wanna call it that." Lovino thought for a moment, and remembered Antonio saying to Brandon how he was Pirate Spain. Lovino thought to himself, and a question that he suddenly wanted to ask came into his head.

"How long have you been in the…Mafia?" Lovino asked quietly, finally unclenching his hands and letting Antonio hold them. Antonio sighed and thought for a moment.

"…Eight years." Antonio said in a slight whisper. Lovino's eyes widened slightly. Eight years? Holy shit. That's five or six more years then he had ever been in the Mafia. That made him think of another question, how old WAS Antonio? He had never thought to ask, since Antonio looked to be about his age. He himself was 19, so he knew that he was legal either way.

"Wait. Damn, I've never asked you this. But how old are you…?" Lovino asked, tilting his head a bit. Antonio laughed and said "Yeah, I never asked you that either. But I'm 23 years old Lovi~" 'Huh, four years older than me? I guess that's not too terrible…Least he's only in his early 20's…' Lovino thought to himself, answering Antonio's silent question.

"I'm 19. I should be in college, but I don't want to do any of that shitty boring homework." Antonio smiled, he couldn't help it. "Is that all you wanna ask Lovi~?" Antonio asked. Lovino shook his head no, and thought to himself. He wasn't sure how to ask this next one, but he was curious about Antonio's mafia career.

"Antonio…How did you get into the mafia?" Lovino asked softly, regretting the question when Antonio's smile turned into a slight frown and he looked down. He squeezed Lovino's hands, and looked back up into Lovino's eyes. "Well…It actually started in my sophomore year too believe it or not…"

Flashback Eight Years Ago

Antonio was 15 years old, just starting out his sophomore year. He had many friends, and was quite a social butterfly. All of his friends loved to hang out with him, and he was actually really popular with the ladies, even though he didn't really swing that way.

His parents were good people, named Marcos and Elisa, who always helped out in the neighborhood they lived in. Antonio had received his mother's looks, and his dad's personality. His mother had bright green eyes, that almost shined like emeralds, and dark brown curly hair, that fell to her shoulders. She had a slight tan, strange since she lived in Spain, but beautiful none the less. Elisa was a very sweet lady, and was always in the kitchen cooking something or another, and giving advice to the people around her.

Marcos however, had dark tan skin, black hair, and kind dark brown eyes. He was always making jokes, and knew how to get people to smile. He was a very hard working man, who took care of his family in the best way he could. He never cheated, and loved his wife and son very much.

Antonio was walking home from school one day, since he didn't really like taking the bus, and it didn't take long to get to his house. Antonio walked up to his door, and for some reason, felt a sense of dread, and stopped before entering. He got out the phone his parents had given him in case of emergencies, and called his dad. He waited for his father to answer, and eventually he did.

"H-Hola?" His father answered. Antonio tilted his head in confusion, never once hearing his father sound nervous before.

"Papa? Are you okay?" Antonio asked, backing up a bit from the door to his house.

He heard a voice he didn't recognize say something in the back-round, and his father say "Antonio, DO. NOT. COME. IN. Do you hear me Antonio? Run! I love yo-*BAM*"

Antonio gasped, and covered his ears as he heard the sound of a gun being fired. He uncovered his ears, and quickly ran inside his house, his ears ringing slightly. What he saw in front of him made his legs weak and his heart drop to his stomach. There was his father, on the floor, and blood coming from the man's head, making a puddle around Maros.

A man with a suit on was standing above Antonio's father, a gun in his hand, and a smirk on his face. Antonio looked at his father again, and it hit him right then and there that his father was dead, and would not be coming back.

He felt tears well up in his eyes, and fall down his face as he screamed "WHERE'S MY MOTHER?!"

The man looked up from the dead body of Marcos, and looked slightly shocked seeing Antonio standing right there. Antonio clenched his hands against his sides, and walked up to his father, falling into the puddle of blood and cradling his father's body in his lap, crying.

"W-Why?! Why did you do this?! He was an innocent man AND YOU KILLED HIM!…Dad…Papa…please…" Antonio said, the man sighing as he said "Look kid, I don't know where your mom went. I'm sorry you had to see this, but it was necessary. This man, your father, was in the Mafia. He fucked up a mission really badly, and threatened to bring out information to the government if we didn't keep quiet about his screw-up. We had to do this kid."

Antonio continued to cry over his father's dead body, and whispered Spanish prayers. He prayed for his mother to be okay, and that his father was happy wherever he was. The Mafia man looked away, not sure what to do. He was supposed to kill the kid, since he witnessed this, and he could go to the Police, but…this kid just lost his father, didn't know where his mother was, and he didn't look older than 15. He could get in trouble for this, but the man's gut was telling him to do this. So, he put his gun away, and held out a hand to Antonio.

"Look kid, you got two options here. I can't let you witness something like this unless you're a part of the Mafia. So either you let me train you, and you help the Mafia with missions, and maybe even go higher in status, or you can die by my gun next to your father." Antonio looked up from his father's face to the man's outstretching hand, and thought to himself for a moment. He didn't really have a choice. It was either he join the Mafia, or die.

Marcos wanted Antonio to live, and had sacrificed his life for him, so Antonio sighed, and started to stand up. The man helped him, and Antonio said "I'll join the Mafia, and let you train me. But…Can I at least give him a proper funeral? And can I do this and complete school as well…?"

The man looked at Antonio's eyes, and couldn't help but sigh and say "Fine kid. You got two weeks to mourn and give your father a funeral. You can go to school during the day, and come to train with me during the night after those two weeks. Got it?" Antonio nodded softly, and the man helped him clean up the blood, and made this look like a suicide.

Two weeks later, as Antonio promised, he came to the man. "By the way…What's your name?"

The man sighed, and said to him "My name is Alberto. Now grab that gun over there and let's get started."

End Of Flashback

Antonio felt a tear slide down his cheek, and he felt a hand wipe it away. He looked up to see that Lovino was staring at him with concern. "You okay Antonio…?" Lovino asked softly.

Antonio sat up and nodded, sighing as he said "Si…I'm okay." He leaned his forehead against Lovino's, and felt the Italian blush, making him smile a bit.

He continued to hold Lovino's hands, and squeezed them softly, feeling his heart melt slightly when the Italian squeezed them his own hands back. Antonio chuckled slightly, and said "How long have we been up here?" Lovino shrugged and looked at his phone, blushing at the perverted message Francis sent him.

Antonio saw this, and slyly took his phone to look at the message.

Francis/French Bastard

Honhonhon~ You an Antonio have been up in your room for hours mon ami! Do you need anything? Lube perhaps?

Antonio busted out laughing, and hugged Lovino close to his chest, the other still in his lap. "Aww, my poor shy Lovi~!" Lovino twitched in annoyance, and covering Antonio's ears, yelled so everyone down stairs could hear "SHUT THE HELL UP FRANCIS! WE'RE NOT DOING WHATEVER PERVERTED THINGS YOU THINK WE'RE DOING!"

Lovino uncovered Antonio's ears, and the Spaniard smiled at him, laughing when the two heard laughter down stairs. "WELL IF YOU AREN'T, THEN COME DOWN STAIRS YOU TWO!" Joan yelled.

Lovino sighed, and leaned his head against Antonio's shoulder. "Do we have to go down stairs to those idiots?" Lovino said tiredly. Antonio smiled, and stood up off of the bed, and said "They're our friends Lovi~ Of course we do."

Antonio chuckled as Lovino reluctantly got up, and stood beside Antonio, the Spaniard grabbing the Italian's hand and intertwining their fingers.

All Lovino did, was blush, not saying anything since he secretly liked the warmth in his hand.

AN: SO THAT WAS CHAPTER 11! I hope y'all liked it, and once again, I'm really sorry for not updating for almost a mo. Anyway, so since I'm moving in about a week, I know I won't update for a few weeks probably, but I will if I have the chance alright? Thank Y'all so much for supporting this story, and until the next chapter on this, my other stories, or anything new, Peace!

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