Backstory 1. My Sunshine Part Two.

"So, what kind of gun is that?" Francis asked curiously, leaning over Antonio's shoulder. They were in Arthur's "house", or mansion was more like it. Though Antonio got the impression that Arthur didn't actually own it, considering how he had the servants treated each other. Antonio was resting on a couch, his gun laid out in several pieces in front of him as he cleaned it delicately.

"Um," Antonio thought for a moment. "That's kind of hard to explain. I made it myself, so it's a bunch of different guns, I guess."

"You built that?" Francis raised an eyebrow in surprise. They had known each other for a few days and Lovino and Arthur grew comfortable shooting insults at each other while Antonio grew closer with Francis. He was talking about as much as he was when he was drunk, at this rate, and it surprised him. Why hadn't he ever talked this much around anyone else?

"Yup," Antonio chirped, moving the rag he was using to a clean spot as he started on a new piece. "It's not like the military's gonna willingly give me anything like this."

"You did a marvelous job," Francis smiled. "Is that what you did in the military? Snipe people?"

"My job was pretty simple," Antonio shrugged. "I looked around town after it was time for everyone to be at work and I shot the ones that weren't doing what was ordered. I wasn't noticed until my first shot rang out."

"And how many do you think you've killed?" Francis asked curiously.

"I don't really keep track," Antonio shrugged. "You?"

"Two," Francis held up two fingers. His smile told Antonio that he was rather proud of this part of himself. Antonio wondered briefly just who he'd killed, especially as a noble. "So, you've never told me how you wound up meeting the ball of joy you're walking around with."

"Lovi?" Antonio blinked. The name had kind of stuck, and it certainly helped that Lovino didn't like it. It was fun to mess with him, especially considering how Lovino acted when he was irritated. "He's been passed around the military a few times, since he kept trying to desert. I guess they figured bringing him to the capital was a good decision and they put him under my command, but I don't think I've done a very good job of spoiling him."

"Rather odd that he, of all people, decided to stick around you," Francis chuckled.

"I guess he found something inside of me I never saw," Antonio shrugged. He finally finished cleaning and began putting his gun back together again.

"What kind of bullets do you use?" Francis asked. "I intend on using my money while I can. Who knows when it'll get taken away from me once they know what I'm doing."

Antonio told him the bullets he used. "They're not very expensive and pretty easy to find around a bunch of military bases. Shouldn't be too hard to find." Antonio smiled as all of the parts easily meshed together. "I'm afraid I'm not very useful in hand-to-hand combat, if that's what you'll need me for."

"Don't worry," Francis waved his hand in the air, like it didn't matter. His tone of voice was similar to that of talking about the weather or discussing his next party. "We're only beginning as a group, we'll find the skills we need. I'm sure you're more useful as you are."

"What is the purpose of this group?" Antonio asked.

"Arthur is more knowledgeable in that aspect," Francis said. "He is the one in contact with the leaders from the surrounding countries."

"He managed that?" Antonio looked back at Francis in shock. It was impossible to talk to King Ivan, let alone all of the others. "How?"

"He has…impressive connections," Francis mused.

"Hey, idiot," Lovino poked his head into the room and Antonio smiled, finishing up putting his gun together. Lovino didn't insult him that badly and he didn't curse…plus that smile on his face…Antonio could only expect what this news meant. "We've found him."

"Yes, he's quite excited," Arthur sighed, walking into the doorway as well. "Sadly, Francis and I are needed elsewhere. I've been told two others have heard of us, lord knows how, and we will need to meet with them. It will just be the two of you, can you handle that?"

"Of course," Antonio nodded, moving his gun into its case and onto his shoulder.

"In that case, I should give you both these," Francis offered his hand and Antonio saw that there were two, small devices in his hand. "You put them in your ears and you can hear each other."

"Great, just what I need; him in my ear," Lovino rolled his eyes, walking forward hastily and grabbing one device out of Francis' hand. "We're running low on time, can we get moving now?"

"I'm sure you can manage waiting a few minutes," Antonio laughed, grabbing the piece and securing it in his ear. He could clearly feel a button and pressed it lightly. "Can you hear me?"

"Loud and clear, jackass, now let's move," Lovino snapped, gripping onto Antonio's arm and pulling him along.

"Good luck," Francis laughed.

"You'll need it," Arthur scoffed, shaking his head as they passed.

"You really are in a hurry," Antonio chuckled, following after Lovino, who was at a walk so fast paced it was almost a run.

"I haven't seen him in years," Lovino muttered. "I have to make sure he's okay."

"Fair enough," Antonio laughed slightly. He followed Lovino out the doors and they rushed into the shadows to avoid being seen by any of the soldiers. Antonio had to admit, Lovino was a lot better at hiding than Antonio, even to the point where Antonio had a hard time keeping up with him if he was hidden under the shroud of darkness.

They walked for a long time. Antonio didn't complain, just shifted the weight of his gun occasionally. Lovino didn't so much as look back to make sure he was still there. He was solely focused on getting to his brother. Antonio couldn't stop the small smile on his face. Finally, they reached a small base, only about a mile from the border. It was surprisingly bright and happy, considering the time, it seemed like the soldiers further from the capital seemed to have a better time.

"Wait here," Lovino muttered and Antonio jumped, not thinking Lovino was actually that close. He thought he was another two feet in front of him… "Get up on a building and give me cover, I'll go in and get him."

"Right," Antonio nodded. "Lovino…"

"Yeah?" Lovino asked and Antonio still couldn't see him in the shrouded darkness.

"Good luck," Antonio smiled. "I hope you find him."

"Thanks," Lovino nodded before running off. Antonio wasted no time climbing the fire escape of the nearest building. They had been walking for so long that the sun had mostly gone down and it was only deep reds and purples around them. Antonio sighed. That would make his job a lot harder. Once he reached the roof, he carefully set up his gun in a position that he could move it easily. Once Lovino got out, he was sure there wouldn't be much time for him to store anything.

He settled on his stomach, allowed his breathing to even out, and waited. He stared through the scope, his eyes adjusting quite nicely with this much time and…he felt lonely. For the first time. He gnawed on his lower lip. He didn't…he didn't like not talking, anymore.

"You okay, Lovi?" Antonio asked through the ear piece.

"I'm fucking fine, jackass, stay off this thing," Lovino hissed back at him and Antonio smiled slightly, nestling into the concrete below him. Lovino definitely wasn't in a bad situation if he could talk back to him. That was nice, at least. It was a few more, long minutes of silence before Lovino's voice came back through. "I see him. Gimme another five minutes and I'll be out."

"Thanks for the warning," Antonio said. And he felt happy. For Lovino. If he could get his brother out, maybe he'd be happy and curse a little less. That would be nice. It wasn't long before Antonio noticed the two shadows slink out of a side door. They managed to make it out without anyone noticing and without incident. Good. But that probably wouldn't last long. "Lovi, run for a few blocks, I'll meet up with you. You don't want to be close to this thing once they find out."

"If those assholes even find out," Lovino scoffed, but there was a lightness to his voice now. Antonio smiled, picking up his gun and running, his bag loosely hitting his back as he went. He kept his eye out for the two shadows, losing them a few times, but always managing to find them again if he looked hard enough. Finally, they both stopped and Antonio dropped down into the small alleyway. They were all panting and it seemed startlingly loud in the quiet around them.

"You actually came for me, Lovi," that voice was new. Happier. Higher pitched. Feliciano, huh? Antonio couldn't see much of him in the darkness.

"I fucking promised you, didn't I?" Lovino sighed. "Idiot."

"You can go ahead and hug him, Lovi," Antonio said simply, leaning closer to Lovino. "I won't tell anyone."

Lovino looked at him through the darkness for a moment before he rushed forward and practically clung to the other figure in the darkness. He let out a choked sound and Antonio stepped back, but kept an eye out for anyone that might be watching, just in case. Feliciano was already crying.

"Oh, God, I never thought I'd see you again and I was so…so scared!" Feliciano cried into Lovino's shoulder. "They were making me…making me do mean things and-and…"

"I'm here," Lovino muttered. "You're not going anywhere, don't worry."

"I had to kill people," Feliciano muttered, his voice catching as he tried to come up with words to say because he desperately wanted to talk to his brother and there was too much to talk about. He had to get it all out at once. "They…I…I…they made f-f-fun of me and…I tried to run…j-just like you t-told me when you l…l…left…"

Lovino shushed him, rubbing his back gently. "I missed you so fucking much."

"I missed you, too," Feliciano sniffled. "Just…just…d-don't…leave me…again, okay?"

"It's okay," Lovino muttered. "I'm here now, and you're sure as hell never going back there."

"Promise?" Feliciano asked in a painfully small voice.

"Of course I fucking do," Lovino pulled back. "We should get started going back. It's late and it's a long walk."

"Yeah," Feliciano muttered, obviously collecting himself. He turned to Antonio and stuck out a small hand. "You're Lovi's friend, right? That means I can trust you."

"Antonio," he supplied and Feliciano nodded. "Let's get out of here, alright? We can properly meet each other later."

*Time Skip*

Lovino let out a long sigh once they entered Arthur's home while Antonio just laughed, locking the door behind him. Finally, he could see Feliciano in the light. He looked extremely similar to Lovino, just with lighter hair. And he smiled a lot more.

"Oh, wow, who's house is this?" Feliciano stared in wonder at the space around them in the foyer. Antonio looked up. It wasn't the best chandelier in the mansion, but it was one of the better ones. He had a feeling he was going to like Feliciano a lot.

"Arthur, our leader or whatever," Lovino scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest. He looked at Feliciano in the eyes and the latter of the two seemed completely brimmed with happiness. Feliciano pulled Lovino into a tight hug. "Get the fuck off of me, you idiot!" Lovino snapped and Feliciano laughed, squeezed him, and stood back.

"I just missed you," Feliciano smiled.

"Look," Lovino sighed, running a hand through his hair. "This group's not like all of the other revolutionary groups. We kill people. I have a feeling we're gonna kill that fucking king. You don't have to join."

"But, you're in it, right?" Feliciano asked. Antonio couldn't stop the smile on his face. He was dressed in a soldiers outfit and yet he looked so innocent? He was a part of the draft, definitely, but even surrounded by all of those soldiers he was still so happy and…oblivious to the hardships of the world. Or…maybe he noticed them and decided to look the other way…

"That's not the fucking point," Lovino snapped. "It's your decision, you'll be safe, you don't have to join this group."

"My decision is to be by you," Feliciano smiled, a hand on Lovino's shoulder. "I wouldn't want anything else."

"You're fucking hopeless," Lovino rolled his eyes and glanced at Antonio. "And you, fucking idiot, wipe that smile off your face."

"You two are just so cute, Lovi," Antonio snickered. "Is that why you didn't want me to call you Lovi, because he uses it?"

"I didn't want you to call me that because I fucking hate the name," Lovino snapped. "No other reason, am I clear?"

"As crystal," Antonio hummed and the door behind them opened. Antonio blinked in surprise. He half expected the two to come back with a few others, but instead they just came with new bruises. "What happened?"

"False lead, now you understand why we were so careful with you," Arthur scoffed, walking right past them, ignoring Feliciano. He disappeared into the house.

"As it stands," Francis sighed heavily, standing beside Antonio, "I now have the blood of five on my hands." Antonio blinked in surprise. "And who is this?" He smiled at Feliciano, who smiled right back.

"My idiot of a brother," Lovino rolled his eyes, but Antonio could tell when Lovino looked at Feliciano. When he thought no one was looking…He missed Feliciano quite a lot. And he was happy to have him back.

"Clear in my area," Feliciano's voice came out loud and clear over the ear piece.

"Keep your eyes peeled," Arthur said sharply and Antonio shifted where he laid on top of a building. This was important. A popular revolutionary speaker was going to have a speech. It was their job to keep the civilians safe when the soldiers over reacted. "Antonio, how's your view?"

"Perfect," Antonio chimed, happy to be prompted into a conversation. "Francis, I've got a clear sight of you." Francis was the one in charge of protecting the speaker and Antonio would provide backup if no one else required his attention.

"Good," Francis laughed slightly, shifting uneasily. "I'd hate to be a sitting duck."

"I might just prefer you dead," Lovino grumbled and Antonio laughed. The speaker walked through the crowd and Antonio glanced around him, no one yet. That was good. He evened out his breath.

"I've got someone," Feliciano reported and Antonio looked over to his area. It was a soldier, clear as day, forcing is way through the crowd.

"Handle it," Arthur said simply. Antonio watched with interest as Feliciano eased his way through the crowd and snuck up behind the man, slicing his throat with practiced ease. He played it off well enough to the crowd, hiding the blood and pretending his "friend" was drunk, to avoid chaos.

"We might have found your calling, Feli," Antonio smirked, turning back to the speaker.

"I don't know," Feliciano mused. "I mean, it's easy, but it doesn't quite feel right."

"Those skills of being able to be unseen would come quite in handy regarding the king," Arthur sighed.

"Will you idiots shut the fuck up?" Lovino growled. "I'm trying to pay attention, I don't know about you bastards."

"Always with the kind words, Lovi," Antonio laughed.

"Shit, we have a lot more on my side," Lovino said. "I can't handle that many."

"Antonio?" Arthur asked and Antonio looked over.

"Maybe 20 or 30," Antonio reported, watching the soldiers force their way through, shooting to cause a panic and break up the crowd. "I'll do what I can."

"Francis, get him out," Arthur ordered as Antonio started firing. They were moving so erratically, it was hard to get a good shot, but he managed to kill about five before they reached the main crowd. Lovino snuck in two kills. This wasn't good.

That was when Antonio saw something. A flash of white. He adjusted his scope and watched as an albino stood out from the crowd, behind the soldiers, and shot several of them to the ground. There was a man beside him doing the same.

"Lovi, I've got two guys on your side," Antonio reported. "They're shooting soldiers." Antonio watched as the other man, a blonde, rushed to help a child that had fallen over badly, with two scraped knees. "And helping civilians."

"Can you handle the rest while I get them?" Lovino asked.

"Should we risk that?" Arthur scoffed.

"You should learn to trust my judgement," Antonio smirked. "Leave it to me and Feli, Arthur, you can go with Lovino."

"I'm the one giving orders," Arthur mumbled, but started moving anyway. Antonio started shooting again and now the soldiers were starting to look for him, but he was in a good enough hiding spot not to be found. A few lucky bullets grazed the building around him. Feliciano joined in with the crowd to kill a few others and, soon, all of the soldiers were down.

"Good job, Feli, you doing okay?" Antonio smirked, glancing around to see if any others were coming. They apparently didn't think this was a very big deal.

"I'm fine," Feliciano sighed.

"Hurry the fuck up and get over here," Lovino snapped and Antonio could clearly hear angry shouting from someone else he didn't recognize through the headset. "You're brilliant fucking idea's backfiring."

"Coming," Antonio sighed, shoving his gun into his bag, slinging it over his shoulder, and ducking through, over, and down the buildings to get to where he saw Lovino and Arthur go with the two men.

"What the fuck is wrong with you? I was fucking helping!" a man was nearly screaming and Antonio sighed, walking into the alleyway. Lovino had his gun pointed at the albino, who was the one screaming, and the other man, who was a lot larger than Antonio anticipated, had Arthur guarding him with his pistol. He was smart enough not to move.

"Keep fucking talking and I'll blast out your brains," Lovino growled. Antonio patted his shoulder as he walked up to him.

"You should learn to calm down a bit," Antonio smiled, walking right past him and up to the albino, who looked at him in surprise. Antonio stuck his hand out to him. "My name's Antonio. I saw you on the roof, thanks for the help."

"Yeah," the albino stared at his hand like he might get a disease from it. "Don't mention it. Who the fuck are you guys?"

"Consider us a revolutionary group," Arthur muttered. "I don't intend to hurt you, but if you fire first, I won't hesitate."

"Where are you guys?" Francis called over the headset and Arthur gave him directions.

"How can we trust you?" the albino narrowed his eyes at them, as if sizing up Antonio.

"I didn't shoot you," Antonio shrugged, his hand still out. "You don't have to make any promises now, just come along for a bit and we'll figure something out, okay?"

"What do you think, Lud," the albino asked, glancing at the blonde.

"It's better than nothing," his deep voice sighed.

"Gilbert," the albino sighed, taking Antonio's hand. "The awesome me is at your service."

"I don't fucking like the new guys," Lovino grumbled, violently sharpening his knife beside Antonio, who was cleaning his gun on the same couch he always did. Feliciano was on his other side, sharpening his own knife.

"You don't really like anyone, Lovi," Feliciano chimed.

"Yeah, and they're no fucking exception," Lovino snapped.

"I don't know, I kinda like Gilbert," Antonio shrugged. "He's fun to hang out with."

"I don't want to fucking know about your drinking adventures with the wine bastard and the beer bastard," Lovino rolled his eyes. "I don't give a shit if you like 'em, I don't."

"I don't know, I think Ludwig's not bad," Feliciano smiled softly. "He's really sweet."

"Hm, didn't get that vibe off of him," Antonio mused. "I mostly got stoic and intimidating. Not really sweet…"

"Well, I might have talked to him a bit more than you," Feliciano hummed happily.

"Yeah?" Antonio carefully set down a part of the muzzle, regarding Feliciano carefully. "Whatcha talk about?" The light blush that set on Feliciano's cheeks confirmed his suspicions.

"Nothing, really," Feliciano bit his lip.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Lovino glared at him. "Don't you fucking dare!"

"What?" Feliciano stared at him with wide eyes and Antonio couldn't stop himself from laughing.

"No," Lovino snapped. "I'm not allowing this shit fest to happen right in front of me. Take back what you just said. That bastard's not nice at all!"

"Oh, come on, Lovi," Feliciano smiled. "He's really nice once you get to know him and…I think I really like him."

"Stop!" Lovino groaned, covering his ears with his knife still in his hand. "I won't listen to this bullshit!"

"I approve," Antonio supplied. "If that makes any difference."

"Thanks," Feliciano giggled. "It means a lot."

Antonio messed up his hair slightly while Lovino glared harshly at them.

"Yeah, I don't fucking approve," Lovino snapped. "I'm not fucking hugging you once you figure out he's a jackass."

"Oh, come on," Antonio laughed. "After you, no one's gonna seem like a jackass."

"You take that back, you bastard!" Lovino snapped, pointing his knife at Antonio, who just laughed and picked up another piece to clean up.

"He's dead."

It was the middle of the night. Gilbert appeared out of nowhere with Alfred, who was an emotional wreck. Antonio could barely comprehend what he was hearing. He must have been really tired. Did…Did Gilbert just say…that Feliciano was…

Lovino yelled, he was practically screaming, but Antonio didn't hear the words. He couldn't hear anything. The world only returned to him after Gilbert stopped talking. Everyone was in shock. Ludwig looked about ready to fall over, Arthur could barely hold up Alfred, Francis looked about ready to puke, and Lovino was…seething.

"You couldn't…" Antonio's voice broke. He tried again. "You couldn't get his body?"

"The king's got that covered," Gilbert all but spat. Antonio didn't…didn't know what to do…Feliciano was…he was…happy and always there to cheer everyone up, he adapted well to situations, he…

Couldn't be…

Dead…

They sat on the couch and Lovino was shaking with pure anger. Antonio almost pitied him. He couldn't feel the sadness, he was blinded by his anger. Antonio didn't even pay attention to what they were talking about. He wasn't even aware if he talked or not. But the second their group split up, Antonio held tightly onto Lovino's wrist, pulling him into his room.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Lovino snapped, but his voice broke. He glared at Antonio in the darkness of his room.

"Be sad," Antonio blurted out and Lovino looked almost like he'd been slapped.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Lovino growled. "Feliciano is dead. I know the name of his murderer, I'm gonna fucking kill that bastard!"

"No, please," Antonio practically begged. "Feli…he wouldn't…wouldn't want you to be like this. Don't… Please don't be angry."

"I don't give a shit what he would have wanted," Lovino snapped, his voice breaking again. "I…I just lost him…again! Because of that damn king! Again! I'm not forgiving anyone! And I'm not calming down."

"Don't…" Antonio muttered, looking at the ground, still holding on tightly to Lovino. "Please don't be angry…"

"What the hell do you want from me?" Lovino threw caution to the wind, he stopped caring what he voice sounded like, that it was cracking, that he sounded like he was crying. Antonio looked up to discover that he really was. "I'm not going to sob into your arms because of this. I'm not going to go crawling to his grave, I can't! I know the fucker that did this and I'm gonna kill him because, fuck yes, I'm pissed off! Feliciano can think whatever the hell he wants to wherever the hell he went, I'm gonna be mad about his death, I don't give a shit!"

"Lovi…" Antonio sighed, stepping forward. Lovino painfully wrenched his hand away.

"Don't fucking try to talk to me about this again," Lovino shook his head, ignoring the streams of tears coming down his face. "You're not fucking helping."

Lovino stormed out of the room and Antonio fell to his knees. Feli was…dead. He was gone…But…

It was easier to be quiet, to not talk to anyone at all. But Antonio ached. He wanted to talk, he needed to talk. But there was no one and he couldn't talk. It was easier to be quiet and alone and snipe from afar. Antonio curled in on himself. And he cried quietly.

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy when skies are gray. You'll never know, dear, how much I love you. Please don't take my sunshine away.

Well, I just had to do that, you all know I did. This was the first backstory and I promise not all of them are going to be depressing. It's just…Feli was depressing no matter how you look at it. Also, I noticed in the past few chapters, when I had Elizabeta doing research on people, she dug up stuff on how Antonio was in the same town as Lovino and Feliciano when they grew up. I'm here to tell you that was the original plan and is no longer what happened, because I came up with a better backstory. Just saying this to avoid some confusion.

And, now that I've got this hunk of a backstory done, I can do the others! I think next I'm either doing Gilbert and Ludwig or Kiku, I still haven't decided.

Anyway, please review, as always, and I'll see you next time!