Lovino looked at his poor drawing of a tree, crumbling it up and tossing it, looking out a window, staring at the streets of Silver City.
"Stupid place.." He grumbled.
Walking by, the assistant and runner to Julius noticed the sad little Italian boy, picking up his drawing and opening it.
"Lovi, this is a good picture! Now why is it on the floor?" Antonio asked.
"Shut-a up! You stupid ass!" Lovino snapped.
"Lovi~ I know you don't mean that.."
"Shit head! Leave!"
"But I came all this way to bring you some fresh tomatoes.. Oh well!" Antonio held up a basket of tomatoes, picked one and begun to eat it.
Lovino quickly ran to Antonio and grabbed his shirt, "No! leave the tomatoes you bastard!"
"Lovi! You will tear my shirt!" Antonio pleaded with him.
After some convincing, Lovino agreed to chat with Antonio while eating some tomatoes, it was very hard though.
"Lovino, where is Feli?" He asked the grumpy ravioli.
"That idiota is hanging out with that-a American idiota!" Lovino stated, adding, "But its-a not like I need them.."
Antonio could tell through the grumpy ravioli that Lovino was, indeed, a lonely ravioli.
"Lovi, if you want me too, I can ask the Boss if I can take you for a ride, como suena eso? I'm sure he won't mind!" He smiled.
"Bastardo! Like hell he's-a going to-a care! He's going to give everything to Felicano..." Lovino grumbled the last part.
"Then I have nothing to worry about! Iré a preguntarle!" Antonio left.
Lovino grumbled about Antonio being and idiot and a bastard in Italian as he eats another tomato, not stopping him.
Alfred tossed a horseshoe at a stake, hitting it's target.
"Alright! another point for the hero!" he boasts as Matthew ranks up the points.
"You win again.." Matthew says.
"I totally knew that!" He smugly says.
"Oh wow-a Alfred! That was really cool!" Feliciano states in amazement.
"Hehe.. Thank's Feli.." Alfred rubs the back of his neck sheepishly, while Matthew stares at them.
There was a pause of awkward silence, the only noise being Matthew kicking out the points in the dirt. Feliciano seems to be oblivious of the awkwardness.
"Anyways.. You guys want to see the cowboys? They should be rounding up the cattle by now!" Alfred suggested.
Feliciano and Matthew agreed with that idea, when they got to the corrals of where the cattle is kept, Feliciano sorta, well, bumped into Alfred.
Feli did apologize, Alfred did say it was okay, but the touch left a.. sensation on his arm, with butterflies in his stomach that Alfred couldn't explain. This wasn't the first time he felt that way around Feliciano, but again since he couldn't explain it, he juat shrugged it off. Surely, that feeling could't last forever.. Couldn't it?
Feliciano soon had to leave, on the ride home in his coach, today played through played through Feli's mind, the funny feeling he got when spending time with Alfred, the feeling that was in his stomach..
Feliciano shook his head, "Grandpa said that-a my body is-a changing in big ways! Maybe-a my feelings change too, and this is how friends feel about each other! Vee~!"
Feliciano liked that explanation.
Henry gritted his teeth, as he climbed through the chimney to the outside world, with his heavy boots, making his way through the crowds of people when he landed on the ground.
Why was he running?
For a crime he committed.
How bad was the crime? Did he kill someone? Treason?
Worse.
He stole landry from a dry cleaners. Just kidding.
Even though something like that would only give him a slap on the wrist, Henry was young and scared. He had been arrest at the age of 15, his mother died, he step-father left, and he was separated from his brother in foster care, getting caught up in crime.
Now he was a fugitive, he was now on the run to Arizona.
A/N: Give Lovi love and the ship a moment.