Prepare for feels.

Guess what! The 2p FACE family is finally going to appear in the next chapter!

I have a question, something I should have asked awhile ago.

Do you prefer the 2p's names to remain the same as the original characters or do you prefer if I changed them? [Ex: Arthur would be Oliver] I might not even change all of them. If I did they'd probably be similar to the original names. [I would find a way to change Lovino and Feli's/a few others in the future.]

Whichever you prefer, I'm okay with.

Enjoy!~

The skies were dark as shadows danced across the streets. The only light was from the full moon above, leading two children down a new road. The wind howled and whispered into their ears. They warned the boys, they spoke of danger. Both the young blond and redhead refused to listen to them though.

They were running and there was no stopping them. Their feet ran through small puddles on the ground from the earlier drizzle. They had been running for so long, or at least they thought since neither had a watch to check the time. To people who peeked their head outside and saw them, they were just two children running at night.

However this was so much more to Alfred. He was running away from a monster. This monster who would leave bruises and scars both mentally and physically on him. She was a beast with no limitations. He wasn't just running, he felt like he was flying. Nothing could stop him now, especially not the demon.

"We're almost there," Lovino whispered, clearly running out of breath. Alfred really didn't want to stop running. He wanted to run and run until he couldn't recognize anything near this neighborhood. Of course, he too was getting tired.

"Where we going?" Alfred responded, making the mistake of turning to look at the blond. There really was no way he could have noticed the pole he headed into. Honestly, it must have just got up and walked in front of him. There was no other explanation. He didn't say anything when Lovino screeched and knelt down to help him though.

"A-Alfred! Oh my goodness, you have to be careful!" Lovino sputtered, shaking his head and helping the younger boy sit up. "Does it hurt?"

His response came when Alfred looked up at him with wide eyes, tears forming in them. It wasn't long before he began to start crying, his body trembling as he did. "Th-The mean pole hit me!" Was all he could scream as he began to hug his knees. Lovino smiled sadly. Alfred was still a baby, he was only five after all.

Unlike Alfred, he was a big boy. Seven is a big boy's number!

The Italian boy ran his fingers through Alfred's nappy hair and made a slightly disgusted face. He had a comb that could fix that.

Alfred eventually tired down to sniffling, holding his jaw while his bottom lip continued to quiver. "I-It hurts," he whispered. It really did, it felt like someone took a baseball bat and swung it at his mouth. The image stood in his head. It was one of the only times he had smiled in his life before meeting Lovino.

Last year Alfred had just wandered to the living room window. His mother wasn't home at the time and he had no chores to do. He may have only been four, but his mother had made him do chores since he was three. He decided to watch the people outside, but what he saw was something completely new.

There were around ten boys outside in what seemed to be a tilted square formation. In the middle of the square was another boy with a small white ball in his hand. Four other children filled the other corners. One boy stood in the back of the rest. A final boy was crouching down behind another while the other three watched from the sidelines. The male across from the one with the ball was holding something.

Alfred had no idea what it was, but boy did it look cool! It looked like a long wooden stick, but smoother. He wondered if it was a magical wand or something, but then shook the thought away. His mother always said magic was 'stupid'. After some time he heard the chanting of, "Hey batter batter! Hey batter batter! SWING!"

Batter? Swing? What strange words. Alfred continued to watch as the ball was thrown and the kid with the cool wooden stick seemed to swing his arms forward. He missed the ball though. The children on the sidelines began to laugh, their chanting of, "Hey batter batter!' getting louder.

The weird game went on with another miss of the ball and another eruption of laughter. Alfred wondered if the kid would ever be able to hit the ball. Maybe that was how you won the game? He had sighed and almost looked away from the game until crack! He snapped his eyes up just in time to see a white ball soaring through the skies. When he looked back at the spot the boy was before, there only remained the wooden stick. He turned his head to catch him running over to one of the spots another boy was in.

Ruby eyes traveled to the white sphere again in order to see it bouncing on the ground as the one boy who wasn't in any particular spot tried to run after it. When he finally caught it in his hands he through it to another player, but the boy who swung was already standing confidently in place. Alfred couldn't help but smile that he had hit it, even after the distracting chant.

He later learned that the game they were playing was called baseball.

"Alfred, you have to get up. We're almost there," Lovino snapped the young child back to reality.

"Where are we going?" Alfred asked, licking the blood from his busted lip. It tasted bitter, but by the way Lovino looked at him it was probably creeping the other out if it were to keep dripping down his chin. Lovino had been saying they were almost there for awhile now, so what was the big deal?

Lovino bit hit bottom lip and glanced away. He really didn't want to tell Alfred.

After watching the Italian for a moment longer, he realized he wasn't going to answer him. Alfred didn't give up so easily though, he pressed on. "Lovino?"

"Alfred, you're not going to like this but," Lovino sighed, "I can't stay with you."

The sky seemed to darken further as the words sunk into Alfred's head. The loud wind from earlier had vanished and it suddenly felt like breathing was a chore. Lovino wasn't staying with him? He was his friend though... What would he do without him?

"Wha-"

"Alfred, I have to go back to my family," Lovino interrupted, feeling his own heart sink. He didn't want to leave Alfred. He had to go back to his own mommy though! She needed him, and he needed her. Alfred was different, he didn't need his mommy. He didn't deserve to be beaten all the time. He felt like the younger male couldn't see that though.

"Where are you taking me then?" Alfred was about to start crying all over again, and Lovino could see that. The blond's arms wrapped around the other's waist as he brought him onto his lap.

"Do you want to be happy, Alfred?" He muttered, leaning his head on the red hair in front of him. Alfred nodded slowly and relaxed in his grip. Figuring that he stopped the burst of tears about to appear, he continued. "I know these people that will make you very happy!"

Curious now, Alfred turned his head slightly to look at the pink eyes in the dark. There wasn't any sign that he should mistrust the other.

After a few seconds of silence, Lovino got the hint that Alfred wanted him to go on. "I met them a little while ago, or at least their son. At first sight they don't seem like they'd make the perfect family, but ..." Lovino pondered for a moment. "They would at least be better than that she-devil."

A new family? Is this what Lovino was suggesting? Alfred let his thoughts wander for a good few minutes. Would Lovino even let him return to his mommy at this point? Wait, did he even want to go home? Of course not. He'd be beaten all over again, and this whole thing would have been pointless! He held his head and squirmed on Lovino's lap. Finally he decided to ask the only question he had, one that seemed much more important than anything else.

"Will they like me?" It was the only thing that worried him. The only question that seemed to control his mind. Mommy obviously didn't like him, and that's why she hit him, right? So maybe if they actually liked him, he wouldn't be hit! Maybe they might even love him!

Lovino couldn't help it, he began giggling loudly. He couldn't stop! This boy, this young child who was nothing more than an abused rag doll back home filled his heart with such warm feelings.

"Who wouldn't like you, Alfred?"

That was all he needed.

The two were walking again, having finally cleaned off all the blood from Alfred's lip. He had agreed to see this new family. What else he could he do? He did notice that they had begun walking slower though. Was Lovino that tired?

Lovino knew their pace had slowed down. Earlier they were running like cheetahs, and now they were no faster than a turtle. Why? Simple, he knew. He knew their time together was ending. Soon they would be at a path that lead to a new town. As much as he would have loved to walk Alfred the whole way, he couldn't. Last time he was there, it was chaos. He was too different. He took in a deep breath and tried to clear his head. There wasn't any time for that.

The time passed by too fast when both boys came to a complete stop. Alfred wasn't sure why they stopped until he noticed Lovino looking up at a large sign. It was a wooden one, those that barely appeared. It sort of looked like it came out of a story book with a haunted house. He followed Lovino's gaze to the words on the sign, but he couldn't read them himself.

"I have to go, Alfred." Lovino turned his head to gaze at his young friend. It was time.

"W-What?" Alfred frowned once again, looking up at him. "I don't see a house!"

"I can't walk you the full way," he cringed, "for reasons."

"Why?"

"Reasons."

Alfred was just about to throw himself at the boy, but he didn't need to. Lovino had lunged at him, wrapping his arms around the other. He froze for a moment before returning the tight hug. Lovino was his first friend. His best friend.

"I-If you walk down this path, you'll enter a new town. When you get there, find the nicest looking person quickly and ask for the Bonnefoy or Kirkland house, u-understand?" It was obvious that Lovino had been crying.

"O-Okay!" Alfred responded, having began to sob himself. This was really it.

Lovino slowly pulled away, knowing if he spent anymore time here, the higher chance he was to get in trouble when he got home. As well as the bigger risk it was for Alfred to get hurt.

"I'll n-n-never forget you, Lovino!" Alfred wailed, not quite able to pull himself away from the boy.

Lovino softly patted his head, tears streaming down from his magenta eyes. "Never, Alfred. We'll meet again, I promise!" Oh how he hoped he could believe his own words.

When Alfred finally retreated his arms, they simply stood and stared at each other for a moment. Lovino knew this would have to happen. When he had been debating whether or not to help Alfred out of the living hell house he was in, this was the only thing keeping him back. The clock finally seemed to stop in his mind, and time no longer mattered.

He took a step back, knowing if he didn't move now, he would break down crying again. "Goodbye, Alfred."

"B-Bye, Lovino!"

The blond turned around and began running. This time he had to drag his legs.

Alfred watched him until he was out of sight. He was alone again. Lovino was gone.

He slowly looked at the path with slanted eyes, as if it was the road's fault. He gazed away and past the sign, looking out into the open. He took in this moment from detail to detail. Behind him was the neighborhood he was born in and raised. It was where his mother stood, possibly happy that he was gone. He did make daddy leave after all.

He strained his eyes when he noticed the dark sky was beginning to change colors. The sun was rising and he was in the middle of nowhere he knew. Knowing nothing else to do, he took a step forward. He was going to follow the path, it's what Lovino wanted.

Alfred would never forget Lovino.