Welp! Here's chapter 3! I apologize if things are a bit rocky and stuff but It'll get better I promise ;u; I'm also going to be moving the story along quite fast… So yay? xD Sorry this chapter is so short. It was kind of hard for me to write and I was blocking a ton... Anyway! Thank you to my friend (s) who helped me a lot with ideas! xD And I apologize for the late chapter. I was planning on posting it a few days ago... The next chapter will come soonish as I don't have a lot to do in the next couple of days. Anyway, enjoy!

Lovino had worked at his family's restaurant almost the whole day today. He was exhausted and wanted to lay down and go straight to bed as soon as he got home. He trudged foreword reluctantly, a small, brown bag hanging at his side. He was in a very old, dimly lit part of town that probably wasn't the best to be in at night. He ignored the thought and yawned, placing a hand to his mouth and closing his eyes briefly before opening them once again. He had left Feliciano back at the restaurant because he had said something about wanting to stay and talk to a German, which Lovino didn't want to stay for. He blinked a few times and shrugged to himself. He turned Feliciano's annoying voice out most of the time. Which probably wasn't the best idea considering his brother's personality.

And yet again almost the whole day Antonio had infected his thoughts and Lovino was furious. He just wanted the stupid Spaniard out of his head and to never see him again. But oddly enough, as much as he didn't want to admit it, he did want to see Antonio again. He hated him and didn't want anything to do with the stupid tomato bastard. ( Lovino had come to call him that lately because Antonio bought a tomato from Lovino and his brother when they first met. )

Lovino pushed the thought out of his mind as he suddenly looked down and realized he still had his work apron on. He rolled his eyes at how stupid he had been and set down the bag , untying the string that was in a knot that ended at the back of his waist. He pulled the apron off of him and set it back down into the bag. He figured he would take it back to the restaurant in the morning and it wouldn't be missed. The bag he was carrying had a few items in it such as a wallet, leftovers, a jacket, a newly added apron, and a pocket-watch he always carried around because his mother gave it to him before she died.

Lovino glanced around him for a second when he was confused and had a weird feeling. This town had sort of a bad reputation and a lot of thugs lived around here. Lovino's heart jumped slightly as he heard a twig snap and turned around to see nothing. Back down the street everything seemed to be almost swimming in shadow's and darkness. He blinked a few times in confusion, shook his head, dismissing his fear, and continued to walk. Trying to keep his mind from calm and slightly picking up his already quick pace.

Eventually he was almost running, trying to get home and away from this creepy town as soon as he could. He pursed his lips as he realized how childish he was being and noticed how his heart was beating quickly. He slowed down and began another quick walking pace but less of a jog, a small, sick feeling still lingering and pulling at his stomach. Because he felt like he was being followed. But it wasn't because he felt like he was being followed. It's because he was.

"Good evening." A sly voice chimed through the darkness. Lovino instantly stopped walking. He probably should have kept going and ignored the voice but he didn't. He stayed where he was. He didn't turn around though. He didn't want to turn around. But his stomach churned and his heart and head were pounding painfully.

"What the fuck do you want?" Lovino hissed, still not facing where the voice came from. Lovino could usually scare people off by his language and his glare. He was trying this right now but would try and use the glare if his tone of voice didn't work, because Lovino may be an angry bastard and he didn't have any fighting skills.

"Well, let me get right to the point." He heard the voice say, a cough that was trying to be hidden sounded from the man's throat. Lovino finally decided to turn around slowly as his breath caught when he heard the sound of unsheathing metal. He inspected the man standing before him. He was tall with scruffy, dark brown hair. His clothes looked old and worn, most likely made out of rags. Lovino blinked a few times at him. He looked weak. But the knife wielded in his hands made him automatically stronger. Lovino glared darkly, his eyes almost seeming to change into a darker color. The man blinked at the sight but didn't flinch. That's when Lovino started to panic even more.

"What do you have on you?" The man asked with a smirk, stepping forward. Lovino blinked as his heart started to beat faster. If that was at all possible. He smirked at the man back, refusing to show the fear that was boiling inside of him.

"Not much." He replied curtly. The watch. The watch. He was freaking out under the cool statement. He wouldn't give the pocket watch to anybody. He wouldn't let anybody touch it. It meant everything to him.

"I bet you have something." The way the man said it made Lovino's spine tingle. The man's teeth were in horrible condition and as he began to walk towards him, Lovino he realized as was his breath. Lovino wanted to run and scream for help but he didn't. He stayed where he was, almost stuck there. Fuck you, dignity.

The man eventually made it to Lovino, his knife reaching forward slightly.

"Why don't you give to me what you have…" He whispered, eyes flashing. Lovino's stomach flipped at the smell of the man and the threat.

"No…" He murmured angrily in reply. He wouldn't hand his possessions over to someone like this guy. Hell, he wouldn't hand it possessions over to anybody.

"Well then, I guess we'll have to do this the hard way," the man reached forward suddenly and before Lovino knew what was happening he was in a headlock with the man, gasping for breath and pulling at the man's arms, with one of his hands while the other was bent behind himself painfully. He tried to yell and scream but nothing came out as the man began to pull harder on his arms, causing the space between Lovino's neck and the other's arm to get smaller and cause him to choke more, trying to take gulps of air but failing miserably. And then… It stopped.

"I don't think so, amigo."