A/N: so is anyone else confused.. Because I AM.. so if this next chapter is, umm.. Weird, just pm me and I will clear up anything. There will be 2p Italy Venesiano and 2p Italy Romano. So , mentions of abortion but.. yeah. Okay, here we go

Chapter 3.2.. I cant help but notice

Feliciano pulled the car up to the huge gate, his tires applying pressure to the plate that sounded a bell through the house in front of him, waking the blonde on the couch. "Luci! Your stupid security gate is ringing.." Silence was his only response, and so Flavio slowly got up to make sure his brother got the memo. Luciano was training in the basement, throwing knives at a dummy that had almost no room left on the front side, and he didn't miss one. 372' he thought as he went to walk up the wall, making a matrix move and hitting the only bear spot on the face of the mannequin. Sweat gleamed down his face and he wasn't even breathing heavy. There was loud music blaring throughout the underground room but still he was aware of the door opening, but he paid it no mind. He was ready for anything. "Oi, Workaholic? Your stupid- Luci?...Luciano?..." Flavio huffed and got ready "LUCIANO VENIZIANO VARGAS?!" 'That'll do it.' Luciano smirked to himself and turned around to his brother smugly, but holding an innocent look. "Si fratello?" Flavio came to the conclusion that his little brother could hear him the whole time but thought to go passed it, his fratello had been looking for a fight, ever since… "Luci~ the gate…" "Well, did you look to see who it was?"

Luciano had a hitch in his voice and looked at Flavio with a hopeful expression. "No.." Luciano huffed. " Idiota." Flavio growled but shook his head to recompose himself. But as he walked away he whispered under his breath "but I can promise it's not who you want it to be…" Luciano heard but didn't want to take what his idiot brother said, so he went to go clean up. Feliciano waited patiently and then he finally saw a blonde man tip toeing under an umbrella outside in the rain. He saw a gun barrel poking out from the umbrella but when the gun man saw who was in the car, he hurriedly repositioned his aim to the ground. "Feli! Ciao! Le comesta?" Feliciano gave his brothers 2p a warm yet forced smile. "No motto Bene, Fratello, grazie." The blonde Italian squealed at being called Felis' fratello, mainly because not many accepted their 2ps but feli and Lovino were in it with their 2ps for business… and the mob. "Whaa? Wh-" Flavio stopped himself and noticed his surroundings for the first time since he stepped outside it seemed. "Come in! Dio, look at me~ making us wait out in the rain!" he giggled and blushed, pushing a button on his portable remote and helping Feli park in the garage. As they entered, Luciano was in the kitchen in a fresh uniform, back facing them as they walked in. He sipped his wine and asked without turning around. "Who was it, fratello?" Again, he was aware of the two sets of footsteps, but had it been Lutz, he didn't want to see the prick just yet. Feliciano , as he had been in a lot lately, sensed the tension and decided to take Flavio out of the introduction equation.

"C-ciao, Luci~" Feli watched as the mood shifted and heard the darker Italians breathe hitch. "Oh, ciao Feli~ how is my mirror today." Luciano smirked but there was still definitely something there that was amiss. He and Feliciano hadn't fought since WWII and Feli hoped they wouldn't have to again for a very long time…

"Io sto ben-" "No, that's not what you said in the drive, Feli~ Tell Luci, we don't judge here~." Flavio then witnessed Luciano begin to give Feli a questioning look and the quick stare down that went on between the Northern Italians. Felicaino lost, so he begin to tell what happened, up from when they last talked 3 months ago to their chat now. When he was done, Luciano took a sip of his wine and muttered "German pricks… Well the economic status on both your brother and yourself may have done a number on- wait…" His eyes narrowed as he was replaying bits and pieces of the information in his head and he looked up. "Did you say…Did you say your medication?" "….si…" Luciano face palmed. "You mean the meds you take for your problem in your HEAD?!" A part of Feliciano knew the darker Italian was just concerned and didn't know how to properly show it but that didn't stop him from hiding behind Flavio in fear of his 2p. Luciano hated that, but at least Feli wasn't crying. Then he would really feel like an ass. "F-feli? Your nightmares… the depression, the voices.. Holy Rome… they will all come at you at once if you don't take your medicine right…."

Flavio watched Feliciano waltz over to Luciano and, without shaking, put a hand on his shoulder. Like a comforting gesture until he stopped smiling. "….They already have…" Luciano saw it then. Feliciano was hurting. Badly. He took the pale hands of his other self and rubbed them over in his own glove covered palms. "This can't happen to you… this is why I am here. To take these fears and feelings.." Feliciano suddenly felt the calm wash over him and for a second, saw his 2ps eyes glaze over. "L-Luci?" Feli spoke with a startled tone, but tried to keep his composure. "I…I'm so sorry…" 'Merda' Luciano thought, as he realized his sneaky 1p had saw… "Now… I guess I have to explain." Luciano had tried hiding his own plight so hard, but when they linked to trade one another's emotions, Feliciano reached out and stuck a cupped hand in Luciano's personal pool of darkness.

"Lutz and I… Well…" Luciano hated that look. The waiting yet patient eyes of his 1p. He realized though they had their fights, they were, in the end, one anothers closest friend aside from their fratellos. "Lutz didn't tell me he was pregnant until he had already had an abortion…I don't want a child, but… It may have been nice. He said that the baby would have been too dark and non pure. Still hearing Hitler in his damn otherwise empty head. He was able to get preganant because Ludwig was already, and that's the only reason. Now, our window of oprotunity will close, and it's not like I could carry the child." Feliciano tensed. "Your german bastard is shooting blanks. All those years and you never got-" "yes I did… I did many times. And here's the problem, I can't carry a baby. My body rejects the fetus after about 7 weeks and then I wake up in the middle of the night, cramping, bleeding… the works. So yes. I did miscarry. Yes, it was too many times to count, and I am just….Sorry." Tears filled the brim of his eyes for the first time in a while. Luciano stood there, numb and unmoving. Finally, Feliciano willed away the tears and said the thing that they were both looking for. "Fuck em', we are northern Italy god damn it, and nothing will get in our way of happiness." Luciano found it in him to smirk and then he pushed a bottle towards Feli. "Let us drink.."

***MEANWHILE***

Romano made his way dowm stairs, limping and cursing his brother for being so late. "Maybe he just stopped for the night at a motel, Lovi~" Antonio was always so optimistic, but even though Lovino wanted so badly to accept this, he couldn't clear the bad scenarios from his mind. He rubbed his temples and then his stomach growled. They had already had dinner, and so he sighed. "Ooh, mi querido. Is el ninos hungry again? Boy Lovi~ they must really be growing!" Toni dropped to his knees and put a series of butterfly kisses on his lovers abdomen, where the bump he was surprised he missed before was located. It wasn't big but it was more than Romano had ever let himself get to. Ah, Toni thought. 'Wouldn't it be nice if Roma got a little fat on him~ It'd be so cuuute~' And Toni also knew that would never happen. Ever. Romano sighed once more and patted Toni's head. "I want a yogurt, I'll be right back." Lovino got up from the couch and went into the kitchen. When he went to the fridge, he began humming a tune. It was not until he turned around he realized he was not alone with Toni in the house. There, standing at the island counter was a man who's face he would never forget, seeing as he took after him himself. Startled, Lovino yelped and out of instinct, threw something.

Rome had his face and hair covered in the colorful substance and stuck his tounge out, licking some off of his chin. "Blueberry?""FUCK YOU! WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE SNEAKING UP ON ME LIKE THAT AND BREAKING INTO OUR HOME AND…" Lovino felt a small push as another body came by his side. Toni had heard Lovi yelp and came running. No w he smiled. "Dios mio, If it isn't the great and Former Roman Empire in our kitchen."

A/N Dun dun duuun!