His Savior Chapter 4
Author's Note: Sorry for not updating in such a long time. I'll be trying to update and write a little more often than I have. With school and everything else in my life going on it's been hard to be involved. Sorry! Don't forget to rate and review. Send me a PM too! I'd love to hear from you!I'm sorry this chapter is kind of short. And I'm sorry for the total plot twist.
Lovino sat in the dining hall, listening to the trumpet sounding clearly through the sky. He worked on several drawings, mostly those of battles and horses that he had seen. He had finished a cup of coffee and most of his food by the time soldiers had walked into the building. A few men were laughing, other teasing a few rookies. Lovino could care less. After all, if they wanted to get their asses kicked by their own men go on ahead, Lovino wouldn't stop them unless it went too far.
Antonio was the last to wake up. He walked into the dining hall and picked out a tray. He had a tired and gloomy look on his face. Lovino had found himself staring, though with a glare, only to find Antonio grinning at him. With a roll of his eyes, Lovino went back to his drawings. When he heard footsteps heading towards him, Lovino stacked his papers up and put them away.
"Hola Lovi~," Antonio hummed. The Spaniard walked over to the table and sat down, leaning forward to be closer to Lovino.
"Tsk," Lovino huffed, holding his two hands together and resting his chin on them. He looked at Antonio long and hard, eyes narrowed as if expecting him to up and leave at any moment. When Antonio didn't budge, Lovino spoke. "What do you want?" He asked. "Go sit with someone else before I feed you to the dogs." Lovino threatened.
Antonio's smile seemed to grow, knowing the answer. "I just wanted to come say hi! That's all." The Spaniard chuckled and went to drink his own coffee and meal.
Everything was silent. Lovino plotting ways to rid Antonio and everyone else eating quietly. There wasn't a fight going on that Lovino would have to break up and there wasn't, if any, talking. It was surprising. Lovino looked up to see everyone, listening to the clattering of silverware on plates. Lovino shook his head and sighed. He stood from the table and left, leaving Antonio to eat on his own and to clean up the Italian's mess.
A few hours passed and Lovino had finished a short training session with seven men. He looked at the small line and walked passed them, looking each and every person up and down. He took a few steps back and, with his hardened gaze never leaving, began to speak. "There is a mission. Tonight," He said, "I will be taking as many men as possible with me over the hill. There is a man who knows about the enemy's existence. He says he knows where they are, what they're next move is." Lovino stared at the men, seeing their expressions change some. Antonio's expression only seemed happier as Lovino spoke.
The Italian looked at Antonio longer than anyone and he scowled. "Antonio. You're going." He said before turning and walking away. "Rest of you, go to your cabins and shower. You reek. Let's go, Antonio."
Lovino and Antonio had just finished talking to the man. Apparently, the enemy was planning on attacking. The man said he didn't know when, where, or why exactly. And frankly, Lovino couldn't care less. Antonio had talked nonstop and wouldn't do anything else. He was nowhere near quiet. The Italian soon had to stop and spin around, glaring at Antonio. "Would you stop talking?! Have you thought that the Spanish could be here? They could be waiting to attack? What is wrong with you?!" He scolded before turning around. He was met face to face with the barrel of a gun. Lovino stared in complete shock, frozen for a short moment. He reached for his pocket for his gun to find it not there before he heard the sound of a gunshot.
Lovino's eyes opened in a panic, sitting up in his bed as he woke up from his horrible dream.
To be Continued...