Lovino sat at the table his face pressing firmly on the red colored wood staring at his glass of red wine. A rosy flushed color had filled his cheeks from one to many drinks. He faintly heard someone else walk into the room, not being allowed to help himself to the wine he quickly turned around to see just who had caught him. A quiet looking blond stared at him and he sighed. "You scared me kid. I thought you were one of the fuckers who run this fucking hell hole." Lovino took his glass and gulped it down.

Matthew stared at him, and took one of the bottles. He sat across from the Italian and drank straight from the bottle. "I'm Matthew." He held out his hand. Lovino stared at it seeing three of them and shakily took it. After shaking hands Lovino refilled his glass and drank it down quickly.

"I'm Lov—ino and I….had too much wine! But fuck it! I'm going to drink until I pass out or puke. So kid…Madison right…what brings you to the wine cellar…thingy." Lovino slurred and slumped over the table.

Matthew took and another drink and started to wonder what had Lovino so upset. His father was a drunk and he had a feeling Lovino wasn't one who drank just to be drunk; he was drinking to feel better or numb. "I…nervous so I just wanted a little something to help loosen me up, why…if you don't mind me asking, why are you down here."

Lovino smashed his glass on the floor and laughed. "Someone from my past, a fucking German at that, is hiring me. Bastard…I don't fucking trust that bastard." Lovino snarled and looked to see that his bottle was empty, he was still thirsty. He tried to stand to grab another but the room started spinning like a Mary-go-round and he collapsed without taking a single step. Matthew squeaked and quickly went to help him.

He helped Lovino into his chair and returned to his own. Matthew took a drink but stared a Lovino as a reminder not to drink too much. "I'm sorry to hear that. Do you think he's going to…to…"

"Force me…knowing that fuck face, he just might. Fucker using me as a replacement…if he fucks me he's not really fucking me."

"Who is he…umm…f-f-fucking then?"

"My little brother…the bastard was in love with him when they were just little brats. Followed him like a dreamy eyed puppy, giving him flowers he picked, sneaking him sweets, holding his hand when Feli got scared, fighting the fake monsters under the bed for him. And what the fuck did I fucking get! I got fucking nothing just this curse…being a damn virgin…saving it for a married man who would never bed me."

Matthew said nothing and decided to push the bottle to the side. Lovino's outburst was followed by a strange awkward silence that lasted for what seemed like hours. "So why do you work here?" Matthew asked his curiosity getting the better of him. Lovino then glared at him, though he was struggling to figure out which Matthew was the real one.

"Why should I tell you? Why do you fucking want to know anyway Margret…your name was Margret right?"

"I'm a boy…and I told you my name is Matthew. And I just wanted to know so I could feel a little better about myself, if I just find someone who's here because of something they didn't even get themselves involved in." He fiddled his thumbs together and Lovino grumbled and face planted the table.

"My brother…he's really sick…and there's no way I could afford the medicine he needs or the doctors. As long as I work here they'll pay the bills and make sure he gets better. I would never forgive myself if I didn't try everything in my power to make him better, if he died because…because I didn't do everything I could." Lovino covered his face and didn't see the depressed look that crossed Matthew's face.

Matthew could feel a lump form in his throat. He fought back a sob and started to speak. "You're a good big brother…he's lucky to have you. I'm here also because of my brother. The guys who run this place own another place…people go there to gamble and drink and met beautiful woman. My older brother went there all the time, blowing money he didn't have there and when they sent people to get the money he owed them…he sold me out…after he had me sent here he quickly fled the country. He left me to pay for what he owes."

Lovino looked up and watched as the blond, whose name kept slipping out of his head like water between his fingers, cry. He felt like he should say something, but Lovino was never one to comfort others. He always got his words wrong and always said the wrong thing. He usually made things ten times worst then before. In his drunken state Lovino couldn't help but to ask one thing. "Why don't you just flee? No offence Susan but you don't really have one of those faces that sticks in your head for every long."

Matthew stood and slammed his hands down on the table. He glared at him though teary eyes. "Where would I go? What would I do? I don't have a choice! Once I earn enough to pay them back I'm free to go…I don't want to make things worst then what they already are." With that he took off upstairs for his room.

Lovino sighed and tried to leave for his room but his wobbly legs caved out like his bones where jelly. Drunk and moody he cussed and rolled around before he curled up, wrapping his arms around his legs. He fell asleep right there on the chilly cold ground. The next day Heracles found him there. With a lazy sigh he picked him up and put him to bed and kept that little moment a secret.

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So my date had to work late so we're going to go out tomorrow. Life is wonderful and happy so you guys get this kinda sad chapter. You find out their back story, next chapter is going to be Ludwig's first night with Lovino, after that Ivan's first night, then Heracles and Sadiq's back story, then we'll see what happens from there

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