Alvi watched in a daze as her 'guests' set her arm, using mud and a bit of wood.
"Damn...no bandages..." the elder lamented, feeling badly about the accident.
But I wouldn't have climbed up there to call Antonio if the Wild Basterd hadn't kidnapped us! It's really his fault!
Feliciano, remembering the poor squirrel from before, untucked it from the 'boy's' waist, and skinned it with the child's knife, piling the carcass on a rock.
The makeshift bandage was messy, but it sufficed. Keeping the arm as still as possible, Veneziano helped the 'boy' up, checking for other wounds.
Sure that there were none, his face became cheerful again.
"That was-a scary! Like when England tried to give us scones that-a one time! Too bad there isn't any pasta here, it always makes me feel better when I'm sad. Especially when Luddy gets some too..."
The smile slipped, showing he missed his big muscly German.
"Oi! Idiota! You should be glad to be away from that potato basterd! He's-a no good for you!"
"Ve~ fratello~~ just give Germany a chance! I love him~ Like you love big brother Spain~"
"Sh-hut up!" Lovi blushed.
"Ve~ you're like a tomato~"
"Zitto!" Lovi blushed darker. He missed his boyfriend too.
Sko watched the men in semi-amusement. Sure, they were being too loud for 'his' liking, but it was funny to see Romano turn red. Sko wished that 'he' knew english better...
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Cutting the hike short, the trio went back to the village, where the squirrel was sold to the butcher for a few coins. Normally, Sko would have gotten a better price, but seeing as how she was using the skin...
The break was fairly clean, so there was no real worry, especially since she wasn't human. Being a country sure had its privileges.
Alvi supervised the training again that afternoon, though she placed the twins in with the teen boys instead of the children, choosing to up their level.
And they did pretty well (Feli only surrendered once!)
At dinner that night, while Alvi went to fetch their food, the men discussed the day.
"Ve~ You did so well, fratello! You beat that scary boy!"
Lovino huffed, trying to hide how proud he was. "I guess."
Just then, a man came over, reeking of beer and slurring his words, though the foreigners couldn't tell, since they did not understand the language.
"(Heyyyyyy, pretty boy...you're so cute...)" the man started to rub Romano's arm.
"(Come with me...?)" Lovi smacked him hard, making him stumble back, spilling his beer onto his tunic and feet. The man got angry.
"(Stupid boy...)" he swung his arm, but it was caught in someone's hand, who then twisted around the man's back, making him grunt in pain, though he didn't really feel it through the beer-haze.
"Leave my big brother alone! Or do you not want to see tomorrow?" Feli grinned evilly.
Releasing the drunk, he sat down again, ignoring the stares he was getting from the locals sitting nearby.
Alvi had seen the commotion from across the dining hall, and was rather surprised at Veneziano's strength.
Maybe they are not such weaklings after all?
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Out in the forest, Feli's phone was found by a wolf cub, who then went to the bathroom on it.