Romulus' POV
Holding the piece of parchment in my hand, I slam my fist down on desk. How DARE he! I balled the paper in my fist.
"Get me the Commander of my fleet!" I bellowed in rage. The serving boy of the hour, surely soiled himself as he ran from the room.
********************OneHourLater******************
"...we follow them when the storm passes." I command with finality. My Captains bow before leaving the room.
"...Papa?" I hear as I pinch the bridge of my nose.
" che cosa è Feli?(What is it Feli?)"
"Fratello sta bene?(Is brother going to be okay?)"
"...Feli, vi prometto che sarà bene.(Feli, I promise you that he will be just fine.)"
He looked at me, his eyes wide and full of tears. I sighed, and pulled him close, resting my chin on his head,and stroking the back of his hair.
"Feli, I know that I gave you permission to travel through Europe, but Until we have Lovino back, I want you to stay here. Understand?"
I pull him away to look him in the eyes.
"Si Papa." He smiles. "There's nothing better than Sicilian pasta anyway."
Gilbert's POV
'Verdamnt Antonio(Dammit Antonio)' is all I can think as I use all my strength just to keep him from lowering his arm enough to shoot the brat chained to his bed. All of a sudden, the damn ship pitches portside; I lose my grip on his arm, and as we hit the floorboards, I hear the shot, and feel a searing pain in my shoulder. I cry out in pain, but never shed a tear. Antonio is crying enough for both of us. I see the brat looking like death, I guess that he's never seen a gun shot wound before.
I see the two of them speaking, but I'm in too much shock to hear anything. As their expressions begin to change, I start to blackout. My final thoughts linger on my baby brother. 'Ludwig...'
FINALLY! I have begun to pick my life backup, I'm getting the Help I need, and have finally begun to write again. R&R please, and if any of you readers would be so kind as to R&R "Lightning Strikes and Passions Flames", I would greatly appreciate it.