A/N: Hi guys.
So, I finally decided to do Friday through Sunday again. Sometimes weekends get hectic. On a side note, please go and vote on my profile which story you would all like to see next. And I'm sorry this is late. On Friday, we got a letter from my brother, and there was a lot of crying and then I got randomly called into work and it was just hectic and when I got home, I just wanted to pass the freak out. Then yesterday was my dad's birthday. So yeah!
By the way, I think I have found my class to gather inspirations from. Like, holy crap, some of these kids are so racist it is not even funny. Well, it is.
Anyway, enjoy the chapter!
Lovino's POV
The car ride is…tense and frustrating, to say the least.
I find it that way, anyway. Feliciano is sitting there fucking singing about how happy he is that Nonno is awake and all that shit.
Just great. Really. I still don't trust this fucking guy. I have no idea who he is.
"Hey, where the hell are we going? This isn't the way to the fucking airport."
The guy looks at me through the rear view mirror, smirking slightly. "Just a back route, Romano." His companion chuckles a bit.
Romano…?
Anyone connected to anything other than the mafia calls me Lovino. I nudge my brother and pull out my cell phone, texting him.
Something isn't right with this guy. You said he works for the hospital?
Feli checks his phone and nods at me.
Then why did he just call me Romano?
Feliciano reads the text and processes what that could mean. His eyes suddenly widen before he texts back. This guy is kidnapping us!
I roll my eyes. I fucking told you, dumbass. We…we gotta get help somehow.
How?
I sigh, waving my phone slightly. Send an SOS.
Antonio's POV
It's around break time when I notice that Lovino is nowhere to be found.
"Hey, Toni, what's with the long thinking face?" Gilbert asks.
"Just wondering where Lovi went. He isn't here."
Francis nods. "He got called to the office. My guess is that he and Feli went somewhere."
I pull out my phone. "I'll ask him where he is!"
Before I could even get into my contacts list, my phone goes off. And not just mine. Gilbert raises an eyebrow at me as he glances at his phone. "Speak of the devil…"
I open the message.
Subject: SOS
Sender: Lovino Vargas (Lovi!)
This is an urgent message.
Feliciano managed to get us fucking taken. We have no idea where we are going, nor who the person is. We were lucky that the assholes didn't take our fucking phones, but I have a feeling that this will be intercepted…or something.
So if you bastards get thi-.
About when I finish reading the text, it seems that Gilbert finished reading his. "Scheiße!"
Ludwig looks up in alarm at his brother. "What? What happened?"
"Those two idiots managed to get taken. We've both told them to be careful."
"How do you know?"
Gilbert passes his phone to his brother. "Lovino texted me."
Ludwig skims through the message. "Why didn't Feliciano message me then?"
Gilbert shrugs. "Who knows?"
Feliciano's POV
Understanding what Lovino was talking about, I type in a message to Ludwig.
Before I could send the message, however, the vehicle suddenly hits a bump. "Ah!" My phone suddenly gets tossed into the front seat.
The guy in the passenger seat picks up the device. "You didn't take their phones?! IDIOT!"
Lovino gives me a panicked look before pressing send on his incomplete message.
The guy in the passenger seat suddenly turns around and points a gun to my forehead.
Antonio's POV
"Maybe something happened…" I mutter.
Gilbert throws his hands up. "We have to find them."
"How?"
He waves his phone. "We have a tracker on their phones. We can find those two anywhere."
Lovino's POV
Naturally, Feliciano screams. The man glares at him. "Shut up!" He then turns the glare to me. "You! Romano! Give me your cell phone!" When I hesitate the man yells at me again. "Now, or I will shoot!"
I quickly hand the man my phone before Feli pisses himself, or worse, gets shot in the head.
The man promptly rolls down his window and tosses the phones out the window. "There. No more texting."
I groan. I managed to send the message. But, now that we don't have our phones, Gilbert and Ludwig can't find us.
I guess that's why I decided to send Antonio a text as well.
Fifteen minutes later, Antonio's POV
"Uh…Gil…" Alfred (who decided to tag along) starts.
"What." Gil is clearly agitated.
"I don't see them…"
"I see that, captain fucking obvious."
"What do we do now, though?"
Gilbert sighs in frustration. "I have no fucking idea. West, you got any ideas?"
I glance around the road and see two little black devices. Running up to them, I can identify them as being cell phones. "How did they even survive being thrown out of a car…?" I mutter.
Gilbert shouts at me. "Toni! What you got there?"
"Their phones! They're working still! Somehow…" There wasn't even so much as a crack in the screen!
But how were we going to find them….?
Suddenly, on the wind, I could almost smell Lovino…almost…
I look up from the phones. "I have an idea!"
A/N: That's it for today. Again, sorry for the lateness, but PLEASE go vote. I'm really caught between these two ideas. Also, leave a review and I will see you guys next week. Bye bye!