Romano slept soundly, snug in his bed. His breathing was in sync with the person he was sleeping next to. A loud pop woke the sleeping boy. "What the hell was that?" Romano shouted with a start. He felt a hand on his arm. Romano looked to see who it was in bed with him, but it was too dark to see who it was. "I'm going to go see what is going on." Romano told the person. "I'll be right back."
The Italian opened the bedroom door to the hallway. The hall was empty. No liught on. Romano sniffed the air. Is that smoke? He followed his nose down the hall. At the end of the hall a light shinned. Romano turned the corner to see bright flames taking over the walls. "Fire!" Romano rushed back to the bedroom.
Someone screamed. The Italian's heart sank. Romano picked up his speed. He felt the heat of the flames. The air thick with smoke made it hard for him to breath. A dark mask figure had the person in his arms. "NO!" Romano ran after the figure. "NO! Don't take him away from me!" Romano ran out the front door, following them into the night. Romano stretched his hand out. He can almost touch the hand of his friend.
His friend called out to him. "Romano!" No, not Romano. That wasn't right. That wasn't what his friend said. "Romano!"
Someone grabbed Romano from behind. "NO! LET GO OF ME!" Romano tried to fight back.
"Romano! Mi amigo wake up." Antonio shook Romano by his shoulders. Romano opened his green eyes to meet a worried Antonio. "Are you alright? Did you have a bad dream?"
"Antonio." Romano wrapped his arms around Antonio's neck. He buried his face into Antonio's chest. Romano's heart raced in his chest.
"Here my friend, you can come sleep with me." Antonio picked up the teen and carried him to his room. He gently placed the teen in his bed. Antonio crawled in next to him. The Spaniard wrapped his arm around the Italian's waist. He pulled him closer.
Antonio woke up to the sun shinning through the window. He rolled over to find there was no Romano with him. The Spaniard snuggled into the covers, waiting for his little Romano to come and get him.
Hours passed and there was still no Romano. Antonio got out of bed. He went to the other bedroom. "Romano?" Antonio walked in and no Romano. Panic started to set in Antonio. He rushed down the stairs.
"What the hell is with the rush?" An Italian voice asked from the kitchen. Antonio walked in to find Romano eating a bowl of cereal.
"Is everything alright?" Antonio sat at the table. "You didn't come and get me this morning." He watched the young male.
Romano put a spoonful of cereal in his mouth. Once his mouth was empty he answered Antonio. "I can take care of myself."
"Did you have a bad dream last night?"
Romano looked up to his friend. "I don't know. I guess so."
"What was the dream about?"
"There was a fire and someone was taken from me."
"It was just a dream." The Spaniard reassured Romano with a smile. He got up to make himself breakfast.
"NO!" It wasn't a dream! It was real." Romano got into Antonio's face "It was…a memory." Romano's eyes started to water.
"Oh." Antonio's eyes soften.
"What the hell should I do?"
Antonio wrapped his arms around his little Italian teen. "I'm here. You aren't alone." Antonio captured the teens lips in a kiss.
BRRIIING! Romano jumped.
Antonio chuckled at his little friend. "It's just the phone." Antonio picked up the phone. "Hola?" Antonio paused. "Qué? He didn't. Alright, I'll be there." Antonio hung up the phone.
"What's wrong?" Romano looked up to Antonio with innocent eyes.
Antonio smiled. "A friend of mine needs some help right now."
Romano just watched Antonio leave. The door closed. "I need you." Romano mumbled to the closed door.
Once again the Italian teen found himself lounging on the couch, flipping through the channels on the television. And once again he couldn't understand what was being said. Romano let his body fall on the couch. "So boring. Need something to do." Romano sat up. "Antonio, why did you go?" Romano whined to himself. " 'I'm here. You aren't alone.' MY ASS! What the hell, Antonio?!"
The teen found his mind going back to the dream he had last night. The raging fire taking the house, the thick air of smoke, the cold air hitting his lungs once he ran outside, the desperation to save his…friend or a family member? Who was that? Who were the masked people? Why did the come? Why did they burn down the house? Why did they take him away from Romano? It couldn't of been a dream. It felt so, real. Like he was reliving it.
Romano's hear ached. Why? Romano's whole body ached. He felt like he was going to cry. His through got tight. "No! No crying! You bastard don't you dare!" Romano scolded himself.
The Italian leapt up. He turned off the television. Romano stormed out of the house.
The warm sunshine warmed Romano immediately. Romano took a deep breath filling his lungs with clean air. He felt better. The teen walked down the dirt path. He didn't know where he was going. Romano heard the chitter-chatter of the market area. He walked through crowd.
Romano got a sudden feeling that someone was following him. He stopped and looked around at the people around him. One person stood out, a strongly built man with his blond hair slicked back away from his face. He stared at Romano with a scary expression. Panic set in the young Italian. He picks up his pace to get away. The feeling that someone was following him didn't leave him. Romano ran.
He ran out of the market area. He raced down the street. Romano turned into another road. His heart thumped against his chest. Sweat trickled down his face. His lungs heaved for more air. Romano slowly started to slow down. The teen took a look behind him to see if anyone was following him. No one. Romano stopped with a sight of relief. He took deep breaths.
Screeching ties made Romano turn around to see a jet-black limousine coming towards him. Romano just barely missed getting hit. Roman swore his heart leapt out of his chest. The passenger door opened and man in a black suit stepped out of the car.
That sinking feeling returned to Romano. Romano took off again running all the way back to Antonio's.
Romano slammed the door, locking it behind him. He flew up the stairs to Antonio's guest room, slamming the bedroom door. He dived under the covers. What was that? Who was that scary looking man? The young Italian quivered under covers.
"Romano." Antonio moved the covers to reveal a sleeping Italian. A sweet smile formed on Antonio's lips. Antonio gently woke Romano.
Romano opened his sleepy eyes to see Antonio "I was sleeping." Romano rolled over and nuzzled himself deeper under the covers.
"There's someone here that I want you to meet. I think you like him." Antonio smiled. "Come on sleepy head. Get up." Romano sat up and glared at the Spaniard. "Meet you downstairs." Antonio left the room, leaving the door open.
"Bastard!" Romano called after him. He didn't care if there were guests or not. "A hot bastard." Romano muttered under his breath.
Romano took his time going down the stairs. He didn't have any clue to whom Antonio wanted him to meet. He just had a trauma and didn't want to be with people. He reached to the bottom of the stairs.
"LOVI! MIO FRATELLO~!" A teenage boy ran up to Romano and wrapped him in a hug. "I've missed you so much."
"Get off of me." Romano pushed the boy off of him. "I don't know you." Romano looked at him. He was the same teen Romano saw in the market the other day.
"But fratello, it's me, Feliciano." Feliciano looked at his brother. "You really don't remember." Feliciano's eyes sadden.
"How about the two of you go sit in the living room and talk." Antonio suggested.
The two boys went into the living room. They sat down on the couch. "Fratello, I'm so happy that I've found you. It's been so long."
"What do you keep calling me?"
"Fratello? It is Italian for brother." Feliciano watched his brother. "Your name is Lovino Vargas."
"Lovino Vargas." Lovino repeated his name. He stared off into space. "Lovino Vargas." The dream with the fire came back into his mind. "It was you." Lovino turned to face his brother.
"I'm so happy that we are together again." Feliciano wrapped his arms around Lovino. "I thought I would never see you again."
Lovino pushed Feliciano away. "No." Lovino left the living room and went back to his guest room. He needed time to think.