The next two days were brutal for Allen. Luciano was nothing but a complete nightmare, no matter how adorable he was. More dishes and glasses were broken, he even broke his front window. It also didn't help that the kid's stomach was like a bottomless pit. Every two or three hours he would ask for food, especially pasta. But Allen doesn't know how to make pasta, then the kid would complain.
Allen wasn't able to get any of his paperwork done at all. Because if he took his eyes off Luciano for one second, something would end up getting destroyed.
Right now Luciano was finally quiet as he sat on the couch watching tv, while Allan was in the kitchen drinking a cup of coffee. The front door opened and closed.
"Hallo Allen und Luciano." A male's voice greeted cheerfully. Oh god, not him, Allen groaned. He looked up to see the person he despised the most, Roland Edelstein.
"What are you doing here Roland?" He asked.
"I just vanted to see how Luciano's doing." Roland answered with a smile.
Allen sighed as he shook his head. "Whatever. You want a beer?" He offered, trying to at least be a good host even though he wanted to bash the man's head in with his baseball bat, which had nails sticking out of it.
"Ja." Roland replied, walking toward Luciano who's eyes were glued to the tv screen.
As soon as Allen reached the pantry where he kept his beer, he heard a high piercing scream. Luciano was the first thought that went through his mind as he ran to his living room. There Roland was nursing one of his fingers, which looked to be bleeding.
"What happened?" Allen asked.
"I'll tell jou vat happened that brat bit my finger." Roland exclaimed showing Allen his bleeding finger. "No wonder everybody hates him, he's nothing but trouble."
Luciano jumped off the couch and ran toward Roland, hitting him repeatedly in the knee with his tiny little fists, yelling words in Italian. All of a sudden a loud smack was heard. Luciano's eyes started to swell up with tears as a nasty bruise was starting to form on the left of his face. Before Allen could say anything, Luciano bolted upstairs.
All Allen could see was red, as he felt the rage settle in. He grabbed his baseball bat and pointed it at Roland with a furious look on his face.
"Get out." Allen snarled, baring his teeth. How dare he hurt Luciano, sure Luciano was a pain but that doesn't mean he deserved to be hit.
"Or vat. You're going to hit me with that bat of jours." Roland taunted with his hands on his hips. "The brat deserved it."
Before Roland knew it, Allen hit him in the stomach with his bat. The Austrian male fell to his knees, clutching his stomach in pain.
Five minutes later, Roland was a bloody mess, he could barely move. So Allen took care of that and threw the man outside, without a second thought, knowing his wounds will sadly heal in a few minutes. He sighed seeing his tiled floor stained with Roland's blood. Oh well he would clean it up later.
He ran upstairs into his bedroom, hoping that Luciano was there. He heard soft sobs coming from his closet. Luciano was curled up into a ball in the corner of the closet, tears were streaming down his red face. The bruise on the left cheek was bruised. Oh god what was Allen going to do, he had never dealt with a crying child before. He never actually dealt with kids period.
Allen slowly walked toward Luciano and knelt down in front of him. He reached his arms towards the boy. Luciano flinched at Allen's movements, scooting farther into the closet. "Hey it's okay Luciano." he said softly. "I'm not going to hurt you."
His words seemed to work, because Luciano slowly crawled toward him. As soon as Luciano was close enough, Allen scooped up the crying boy into his arms. Luciano snuggled into Allen's chest, absorbing the comfort from the man., as he continued to sob.
"Shh it's okay. The bad man is gone now and he won't be coming here anytime soon." Allen said, softly, lightly bouncing him in his arms. If Roland did come back here, let's just say Roland wouldn't be able to walk after. After five minutes, Luciano's cries turned into hiccups and soft whimpers, his face was beet red. So Allen took him to the bathroom, grabbed a washcloth and put it under cold water.
Luciano whined as the cold cloth was pressed to his face. Allen threw the washcloth into the sink before taking Luciano back to the living room. He sat on the couch, putting Luciano on his lap.
"Why did you bite Roland's finger?" Allen asked, looking down at the child.
" I just-a wanted to-a watch TV, but he-a kept-a getting into-a my face-a." Luciano explained, looking up at him. "Are you-a mad." He whimpered.
Allen shook his head. "No I'm not mad. He deserved it." He looked at his watch to see the time was around 6:00 pm. Luciano was probably going to be hungry soon. The last time he ate was at 2:00 when he wanted a sandwich. Right on cue Luciano's stomach rumbled.
He handed Luciano the last granola bar he had that was in his jacket pocket. Luciano said a soft 'grazie' taking the granola bar, eating it.
"Off to Walmart we go!" Allen declared as he walked out the door, still with Luciano in his arms.