Lovino cringed as he heard something to break in the kitchen. His parents were arguing again, and he knew it was about him. Ever since he revealed to be a nation, his father was really displeased.
Lovino crept to the door and opened it a bit. He was really glad that Feliciano went on a sleepover to his friends house, or he would have cried already.
"I will not allow it!" he heard his father yell, "I'm not letting him attend that fucked up school!"
"Are you crazy?!" Lovino's mother yelled back, "He has to go! He is the Italian nation!"
"To hell with that! Feliciano can go play nation, or whatever, but I'm not letting Lovino go and that's final. There is no need for two Italian nations. I need him to inherit my restaurant chain and you know that!"
"Are you fucking kidding me?" Lovino backed away from the door as the voices seemed to get closer.
Then the door burst open, his father coming in with red face.
"Lovino tell you mother you want to take over my wealth!" he yelled at Lovino who backed into a wall.
His mother came running into the room, "Don't you dare to yell at my son, you motherfucker!"
The angry man looked at her, but Lovino didn't wait for them to start yelling again. He bolted out of his room and ran downstairs. There he grabbed the phone and punched in number of his uncle, whom he hoped might help. As he waited for his uncle to pick up, he sobbed.
"Hello?" he heard from the other side.
"U-uncle Marcello," Lovino managed to say.
"Lovino?" Marcello asked confused, "What happened bambino?"
"T-They… they are fighting again," Lovino said, "They might kill each other this time."
"I'm taking next flight to you," Marcello said coldly, "I'm not letting that fucktard lay a hand on Paola, you or Feliciano, just hold on."
And before Lovino could say anything, the line went dead. He went outside and sat on the porch.
It took about half an hour before the muffled screams died out. Soon he heard the front door slam and then his mother joined him.
"Are you okay, love?" she asked gently.
Lovino nodded, rubbing his wet eyes with his sleeve.
"Don't listen to him, he will get used to it," Paola said.
Lovino looked up at his mother, who now sported a red cheek. When Paola noticed him staring, she rubbed it, "You should have seen your father. He was worse."
Lovino looked away, "I called uncle Marcello… He said he is coming."
Paola blinked.
"Why did you do that?" she asked confused, "Sorry… stupid question."
She looked into the distance.
"Maybe… it's a good thing," she said slowly, "Maybe it's time for a change."
And with that she went back into the house.
- APH - APH - APH -
When Feliciano came back the next day, everything was ready. All their things were packed. Every single one of them. And on top of that his uncle Marcello was there. All three adults were sitting in the living room, Marcello and Paola on one side and his father Biagio on other, plust uncle Marcello had two bodyguards standing behind him.
"What is going on?" Feliciano asked confused.
His father only growled and glared at his wife and her brother, but didn't dare to do anything, as the other mans two bodyguards were there. And he knew they were armed.
"We are just going to visit uncle Marcello for a while, honey," Paola said in sweetest voice she could manage while glaring at her husband.
"You can't do that!" Biagio barked.
"Yes, I can," Paola said coldly, and looked at Feliciano, "Hon, can you go upstairs and help Lovino with our stuff? And Bono and Celio can help you too."
Feliciano nodded and one of the bodyguards caught his hand and led him up, to move all their things into Marcello's car outside.
When they left, Marcello lit a cigarette, "Biagio, you fucker, you really sicken me."
"You are one to talk, you are only brave when there are your boy-toys around," Biagio glared.
"Sorry to burst your bubble, but I don't need them to deal with you," Marcello patted his breast pocket.
"Ha, I would have though YOU would understand the need of an heir, dear brother in law," Biagio barked.
Marcello raised an eyebrow, and then chuckled.
"Don't brag Fabio into this, but if you insist…" he breathed out cigarette smoke towards Biagio, "I don't need my son to be my heir, if he doesn't want to. Hell if he wanted to be a ballerina, I would make sure, he would get the best teacher in the world, and made damn sure to attend all his shows. Not that you would understand something like that."
Biagio got red in the face, but at that moment one of the bodyguards came back to inform them, that everything was loaded. Marcello and Paola got up, and Paola gave Biagio one last look.
"Don't try anything stupid. You can contact us, once you change your mind and start hurting my son," and with that she left.
- APH - APH - APH -
Adam sighed and put his face into his hands.
"Why is it so hard?" he whined comically, "I don't remember the wedding planning this hard the first time around."
Marion chuckled.
"Don't laaaaaugh," Adam pouted, "With this tempo, the next available date we can get is the next year."
He looked at the prospects of various places that he had scattered on the table.
"Hmmm, maybe it wouldn't be such bad Idea," Marion said thoughtfully, "At least I wouldn't have to go through the hassle of being pregnant in wedding dress in the summer."
Adam nodded absentmindedly, "Yeah, that would be uncomfortable."
A few seconds went by, and then his head jerked up.
"Wait what?!" he looked at Marion, who grinned at him.
"Are… are you serious?" he stood up, and when Marion nodded, he grinned, jumped to her and pulled her into hug, yelling with joy.
The door opened and Mathew and Alfred peaked in.
"What are you doing?" Alfred asked.
"Mama is having a baby," Adam shouted.
Alfred and Matthew gaped.
"You kidding right?" Alfred asked, then he started to jump around, "I'm gonna be a big bro!"
After they calmed down a bit, they sat down.
"So, how much time we have?" Adam asked.
"Don't worry, I'm not showing yet. My doctor said I'm in 7th week and the baby is due in October. But I will get the date a little later," Marion smiled.
Adam nodded, "I know we don't know yet, but boys do you want brother or sister?"
"Sister," Alfred said enthusiastically.
"Brother," Matthew said softly.
They looked at each other, Alfred a bit surprised.
"But Mattie, girls are so much cuter," Alfred pouted, mirroring his father's former action.
"Alfred," Matthew said firmly, "I have 7 first cousins, and six of them are girls, I don't need another girl."
The adults laughed at the children's antics.
- APH - APH - APH -
Father Patrick offer the couple chairs.
"So you went through the files I gave you?" he said warmly.
"Yeah," the woman of the pair said excitedly, "It was really hard to choose… but in the end, we managed to pick two boys, and see which of them would be better match for us, after we talk to them and get to know them better. "
"Excellent," father Patrick smiled, "So which boys are we talking about?"
The man reached into his bag and pulled out some documents with basic information about the orphans, that father Patrick gave them to study.
"We are interested in Jimmy Carlson, and Arthur King, they seem like nice and smart kids," the man said.
Father Patrick's smile froze on his face. It didn't go unnoticed.
"What's wrong?" the woman asked worriedly.
"Oh, no… nothing," father Patrick said calmly, "Jimmy is a good choice…"
"And Arthur?" the mans asked, "What's wrong with Arthur? In the documents wasn't anything about illnesses or anything."
"Nothing like that, " father Patrick shook his head, "But he has some behavioral problems. Starts fights almost daily, and can get quite violent."
The couple looked at each other with worry written on their faces.
"Even today… he has not come back from school yet, probably another detention," father Patrick continued.
As if he called it, there was a knock on the door.
"Come in," father Patrick called.
A blond boy, sporting a blue eye came in.
"Ah, Arthur, there you are," father Patrick said, "You know your punishment, but today do it in your room. I have some affairs to attend to."
Arthur silently nodded and left.
"I… think we should meet Jimmy," the woman said slowly.
- APH - APH - APH -
Lovino watched as Feliciano bounced around him. He was excited to go to the World academy.
Lovino grabbed his brothers shirt, "Idiot you will fall on the tracks!"
Feliciano ignored the insult and went to socialize with his soon to be classmates.
Lovino rolled his eyes and looked around. They waiting for the train, his mother talking to the teachers, and then coming back.
"Are you excited hon?" Paola smiled.
Lovino rubbed his hands together, "Mama… do you think if I went to culinary school papa would take us back? Then you wouldn't have to take care of us alone."
Paola looked at him in stunned silence. Then she kneeled in front of him.
"Honey, we don't need him. You are perfect little nation. You are my nation. If he wants to be an ashole, we don't want him. And you will go to the academy and show him that he is an idiot," she said slowly.
Lovino nodded, but he wasn't quite convinced.
But Paola smiled and ruffled his hair, "That's my boy. Besides you forgot about uncle Marcello."
Then she looked at her phone, "Oh shii… I mean damn. I have to go. You can manage, right?"
Paola kissed both her sons, wished them luck in their new school and left hurriedly.
Soon the children started to board the train, with their teachers helping them lift their bags.
"Romano, we are going to the academy, we will see brother Spain there, isn't that exciting?" Feliciano grinned at his brother.
"I…" Lovino started but then he had to swallow a lump in his throat, "I'm not going."
"What?" Feliciano looked at him in confusion.
Lovino licked his dry lips, "You heard me. I'm not going into that stupid school."
Feliciano grabbed his hand, "You have to!"
They started to tug, Feliciano toward to the train and Lovino to get free. Soon the whistle sounded, that warned people that it will leave soon.
"He you!" one of the teachers noticed them still on the platform, "Get on!"
"Fratello won't come?" Feliciano whined, desperately trying to pull resisting Lovino onto train.
The conductor was coming their way, and the teacher, quickly jumped to the fighting boys, grabbed them by the back of their shirts literally throwing them into the train car before jumping them herself.
"What do you think you are doing?" she scolded them, a bit shaken that they had almost missed the train.
Lovino glared at her.
"I don't want to go to some idiotic school," he muttered and went to sit down.