"You didn't have to come here, damn it." Lovino had turned away from me and Feliciano, who was holding a bouquet of flowers.

"Why not, Lovi?" I asked, tilting my head with a large smile.

"Because I look weak like this!" He sat up, narrowing his eyes at me. "And what did I say about calling me Lovi?"

"It's either Lovi or Mi tomate.~" Feli and I laugh a little.

The younger Italian hands the flowers over to his older brother. "Here Lovino. I want you to have these." He said as Lovino snatched them, looking around the petals. "They're really beautiful, aren't they?"

Lovino's face almost softened. "They are pretty."

The door opened and Alessa came inside. "Ahhh, Lovi, Lovi, Lovi…" She said, shaking her head as she went to the edge of the bed. "How are you holding up?"

He shrugged. "Fine, I guess. But now that all of you are here, I feel pretty damn weak." He sighed.

"Well, I won't be here that long." Alessa stretched and yawned. "Got work to do, ya know? Plus I gotta check up on how Alanzo and Alfonso are doing."

I looked over to her. "Yeah, what were they actually doing?"

She winked. "That's for me to know, Spanish Boy."

I smiled and looked back at Lovino.

"Well, I better go now." Alessa said and went over, patting the said boy in the bed on the head. "Take as much time as you need to get better, alright?" She said before she had left the room.

"Hey, Antonio?" Lovino was looking away from me, squirming awkwardly. "Didn't you say that I could meet one of your friends?"

I blink and then nod. I remembered saying that. It was when Lovino looked sad bout how his country was. So I said I would let him see one of my friends. "Do you still want to see her?"

"Will she make fun of me?"

"Of course not!" Bella isn't like that.

"Then she can come."

I nod again. "I'll call her then." I walk out of the room and close the door, taking out my phone to call her. It rings a few times before I hear her cheery voice.

"Hey, Toni! It's been awhile since I've heard from you! How's it down there in Italy?"

"It's been alright, I guess. One of my… friends is in the hospital right now so I'm visiting him." I shrug and smile from the sound of her voice. I guess I had missed her a lot more than I thought.

"That's terrible, Antonio!" She said. "Aww, what happened to him?"

"He was shot."

She gasped. "T-That's even worse! Is he okay?"

"Yeah, he's fine. It just might take him a little while to heal." I look down at the ground. "Hey, can I ask you a question?"

"Of course!" She giggled. "That's what friends are for!"

"Do you mind coming down to South Italy? I told him that he could meet you, if you're able to."

She was quiet for a minute. "Sure! It might take me a little while; Belgium is quite far away from South Italy."

I smile. "Thanks a lot Bel."

"No problem Tonio!~" She said before we had hung up. I made my way back into the room.

Feliciano was sitting in the chair next to Lovino's bed fast asleep. Lovino was watching him.

"Sometimes I wish I was like my brother." Lovi mumbled restlessly. "He's always so damn reckless and doesn't give a shit about what anybody else thinks about him."

"Me, I'm just the Italian that always has to look after our asses and curse out anybody that tries to fuck with us." He looked over at me. "So what did she say? Is she coming here?"

I nodded, looking down at the ground. "It might take her a little. She lives up in Belgium."

He nodded and looked the other way with a heavy sigh.

"Just… don't be all rude around her, alright?" I say softly, looking away.

"Are you implying something 'Spanish Boy'?" He glares.

"No, No." I hold up my hands and look at him. "I was just simply saying—"

"That I'm a rude bastard?"

Now it's my turn to let out the big sigh. "No. I wasn't trying to say that, Lovino. I was just simply saying to not act like one. Bella is really… gentle."

He smiles weakly. "Bella in my language means beautiful. I'll just call her that."

"Do as you want."

Lovino yawned, staying silent for a few minutes while watching his brother sleep. "Hey, Antonio?"

"Hmm?"

"I'm gonna go to sleep before I faint or something." He looked past me. "If you want, you can go to me and Feli's house and rest there. J-Just assuming you don't have a place to stay."

"And should I just leave Feliciano here with you?"

He nodded. "He'll wake up, mumble something about going home to make pasta and then leave." The Italian shrugged. "That's what usually happens when I get in the hospital."

Usually happens… I frown a little bit. "Alright."

Lovino pointed over in his jacket that was sprawled over a chair. "Keys are in there." He tapped his chin. "I'll tell Beautiful to call you when she gets here."

I nod, taking the keys from the jacket. "Thanks Lovi."

I turn around and smile at him, and he just smiles at me.

"D-Don't call me Lovi, dammit."

"Alright, mi tomate."

He rolls his eyes. "Fine. Call me Lovi. As long as I can call you Toni or Spanish Boy."

I agree with him.

"Get some sleep, alright Lovi?"

He takes a minute. "Get back to my house safely, alright Toni?"

I nod and close the hospital door.

-x-x-x-x-

I open the door to the house and as soon as I take a step inside, it smells like flowers and pasta. I smile a little to myself, closing the door and turning the lights on.

It was starting to get a bit late.

I should have just told Bella to come here tomorrow. I don't want her to be traveling around in the dark.

I suppose I could ask Lovino if she could stay at his house tonight, since Lovi will probably be staying in the hospital.

I toss Lovino's jacket on the couch and make my way into the kitchen. I was super starving and felt like if I didn't eat soon, I would most likely pass out.

I twirl the key around on my finger, flicking the lights on as I got into the kitchen. There were things scattered all around the room, cookbooks, paintings, recipes for different types of pasta… pretty much everything I would imagine to see in Feli and Lovi's kitchen. I go over to the fridge and open in up. There were a bunch of tomatoes scattered around, including containers with a type of sauce in it (I wouldn't bee surprised if it was pasta sauce). I started to push stuff out of the way, before resulting into just taking one of the tomatoes, closing the fridge. I sighed, biting into it. I've had to eat tomatoes just regularly like this before, even if it doesn't taste the best.

I shrug to myself after taking a few bites and check the clock. 9:08pm.

When did I leave the hospital? Around 8:30?

I must have called Bella around 8 then. So she would be calling soon, hopefully.

I'm sure she wouldn't drive here or anything, assuming that she knows to come today. So hopefully she took an airplane or something to get here quickly.

I tap my chin and think for a little. What's been bugging me is that if I didn't tell Lovi to shoot me, he wouldn't have been shot. I would have probably been shot and most likely killed, though.

But… does that make it my fault that Lovi ended up in the hospital?

And after Feli had gone literally insane and shot everybody… does that make him a murderer?

I just hope people don't go after him because he killed those guys. I mean, Feliciano is only 14 years old, and he's probably seen so much more than me, a 18 year old.

I mean 19.

Now that reminds me again. My birthday is in a month. Should I tell Lovi, Feli, or Alessa? I don't want them to overreact and go buy me a bunch of things that I won't need.

I'll just keep it a secret this year, then.

Mierda. Bella will probably say something about it, since its close.

I guess what I could do is cross my fingers and hope she doesn't say anything. I don't want to tell her to not mention it because she would wonder why.

I look back over at the clock. 9:16pm.

I really need to stop with the rambling. My head starts to hurt a lot, so I go over to a couch and sit down, continuing to eat the tomato in my hand. I toss the keys over to land on Lovi's jacket.

After about half-way through the tomate, the door opens. I look over and see Feli look down at me and smile, rubbing his eyes.

"I guess I fell asleep when I was at the hospital." He yawned and plopped down on the seat next to mine.

I nod. "Lovi told me to just come here for a little while until my friend comes to the hospital." I look down at the tomato. "O-Oh. Sorry for taking this. I was just really hungry."

Feliciano shakes his head. "No, it's okay fratelli amico." He yawns again, this time it was a long one. "Everyone gets hungry, right?"

I nod again with a little smile. "So when you woke up, was Lovi asleep?"

"Yup. Dead asleep. W-Well, he wasn't dead…A-Ah, well, you know what I mean. He was in a really deep sleep. I didn't want to wake him to say I was leaving though, so I left a note." He looks down into his lap. "Fratello hasn't been getting a lot of sleep much. He's usually out doing things with Alessa or stuff like that."

I sigh. "I find it terrible how you both are so young and in the Mafia—"

"Fratello joined the Mafia when he was eight."

I turn and stare at him. "Eight years old? D-Does that mean you joined…"

He nods. "When I was six. I was afraid that Lovi would die, so I joined. If he was going to die with the Mafia, I wanted to die with him."

I frown. "At least you wanted to die with your brother." I take a minute. 'Were you mad at him for joining?"

He nods. "Of course I was angry at him! To think he wanted to just throw away his life that easily! I mean, he could wake up in the morning perfectly fine, go to school, go see the Boss, and he might not even come back for dinner. He could have died so easily. The other Families targeted ours because they knew that we had a young boy. So they wanted to wipe us out easily. Then I joined. They thought it was going to be a lot easier now, since there were two of us. But we were a lot stronger than we look, Fratello and I." He looks over at me with a little smile. "We had to kill men at our young age. I still remember the first person I killed." He looked back down at his lap. "But I don't know how I did it before. I c-can't kill anybody without a huge feeling of guilt. I don't know how I killed all of those men back there. Maybe I was angry that they had shot Lovino? I have no clue. It felt like something took over me—No, not something. But someone. A killer that didn't care if who he killed had a family. A real family. With a wife and kids. Not some d-damn family of killers."

I look over at Feliciano and notice that he had started to bawl. I sigh and scoot next to him, patting him on the back as he rubbed his eyes. "It's okay Feli. I'm sure that Lovi would have done that same thing if it was you they had shot. Just… don't think of it like that, okay? Think of them as stupid, idiotic, murderers, which they most likely were."

Feli nodded and took a deep breath, before pressing his face into my neck and continued to cry.

You know what I said before, that maybe the life of being in the Mafia wouldn't be so hard?

Yeah. Well, I hate to break this to you:

I lied.

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Translations:

Mi tomate- My tomato

Mierda- Shit

Tomate- tomato

Fratelli amico- Brothers friend.

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