After watching Antonio walk off with a grin, Lovino could only scrunch his nose in absolute disgust before he turned and walked off to give orders to the rest of his small team. "The first battle is in a week. So start saying good-bye to good eating and housing because we will be stuck in a shitty military base for quite a while until someone claims victorious. Training will be much harder this next week. We will be walking the last two days of training to get to our base and we can relax before blood is finally shed." Lovino paced back and forth, arms behind his back.
The rest of the afternoon until the dinner bell rang consisted of running and basic training to get everyone in shape. Lovino ate in the lunch hall with everyone else but at his own table, tapping his pencil on a piece of paper as he let the soldiers run wild inside the building. The Italian pressed the pencil down to the paper lightly and flicked his wrist to create several sketch lines, taking his time to draw a perfect sketch of a pirate ship. He just finished the last person he was sketching when he heard yelling and cheering.
Lovino broke his concentration and looked up to see a circle of people around two specific members of the military. "Rookies..." Lovino grumbled under his breath as he stood up and walked over, hands in his pockets.
"I'll kick your ass!" A voice sounded. Lovino couldn't see since so many people were standing in front of him and he wasn't the tallest. Hell, that Spanish bastard was taller than him by a few inches! He heard a fist against wood. Either someone missed a punch or they slammed it against a table, Lovino couldn't tell.
"Don't hurt me! I didn't mean to~!" Another, familiar, voice echoed and whimpered. Lovino could hear quick, retreating feet run around the man made circle that kept them in a battle ring. A sigh left Lovino's lips. Of course, his idiotic brother had found a way into a fight... again.
Lovino reached to his belt and pulled out his hand gun, raising it into the air before firing two or three shots. On the bright side, Lovino got everyone's attention. On the bad side, there were a few new holes in the ceiling along with several others from the previous times the grumpy Italian interrupted fights that his brother got into. He put his gone back in his belt and shoved his hands into his pockets before glaring at everyone in front of him, "God dammit! I never said anyone could fight. Doesn't anyone remember the rules I make around here? If you want to fight, you need permission from me. No one can throw punches at my stupid brother so back away from him! Get back to your dinner and everyone is running a mile afterwards before heading straight to bed. I'm getting everyone up before the sun rises for early training since no one seems to be able to handle themselves."
When morning came, Lovino woke up at the sound of his alarm clock. He groaned and rolled over before reading "4:30" in bright, green numbers across the screen to tell him how early in the morning he was getting up. The Italian dragged himself from bed and stretched before switching on the light and dressed in his usual uniform that he had ten pairs of. He rucked in his pant legs and shoelaces behind the tongue of his boots before he walked out of his cabin separate from all the others.
Lovino walked along to the center of where all the cabins sit and sighed, looking at the boy who was asleep with his trumpet. Lovino simple kicked into his side until he woke up, ordered him to wake everyone up, and walked to the dinner hall to begin his breakfast and continue his drawing while the sound of a trumpet waking everyone up sounded clearly.