When Romano woke up, he was on the couch. A blanket was draped over him, and his arms was hanging off the couch. Sitting up with an annoyed grunt, he realized his phone was on the floor. Picking it up, he saw that there was a single missed text. He didn't even need to look at it though.

Six days.

Groaning, he pulled himself from the couch and wiped the sleep from his eyes to find Ludwig standing in the kitchen.

"Will Tino be here soon?" Romano asked.

Ludwig jumped in surprise, turning around. After a moment, he sighed.

"Gott... I thought you where Feliciano for a moment."

In a normal situation, Romano would have started shouting that he wasn't his brother, that his brother was a wimp and that it was all Ludwig's fault, but he just bit his lip and sat back down at the table. Pulling his almost empty cup of wine closer, he finished it off, and placed it on the table.

"Will Tino be here soon, bastardo?" Romano repeated.

"Ya." Ludwig replied.

Romano snorted, setting aside his wine cup, as he found it was empty. Hissing in annoyance, he marched upstairs, walking to his room. He sat himself at the window and stared out, gazing at the tiles roofs of the town, the pale pillars contrasting against a series of green mountains and grey sky that was uncommon for the area. Cold mist had begun to lower itself on the small Roman complex, the rest of the city spread out below it on a chaotic mix of newer buildings and older homes.

Staring out at the roofs of the neighboring buildings, he didn't notice the car pulling up in front of the small stock apartment.

His thoughts stirred as he heard Ludwig call from downstairs.

"He's here!"

Looking down form the balcony he noticed the car, the passenger unloading a simple long, black case from the trunk.

Romano made his way down the stairs, stopping at the bottom of the railing in order to see the newcomer.

He was short, dressed in a heavy coat with brown fur around the edges of the hood. He had a worn backpack slung over his shoulder. He had a pair of green-blue -almost violet- eyes that stared from behind some short, icy blonde hair. Romano didn't recognize him at first. His eyes where trained on the case he was holding.

"Oh, hei. Romano, right?" Romano looked up at the man. He shuddered slightly as he realized he and Feliciano's appearance were very similar. Both slightly feminine, with a soft voice and big eyes.

"Si." Romano responded flatly. "You must be Tino?"

"Kyllä." He nodded. "I... I heard about what happened when Ludwig called me. Are you okay?"

"I'm fine." Romano blanched. "I just had a bit of a break down, but I'm fine."

Tino smiled, almost sympathetically as Romano glanced at Ludwig.

"Hyvin, let's get to business." Tino said, placing the case aside. He unslung his backpack, setting aside a few wires, and a laptop.

"Ludwig, you took some computer classes right?" Tino asked.

Ludwig nodded. "I vould have tried to track zhe number, but I just didn't have zhe tools."

"Here." Tino stated, pushing the wires and laptop over to the man. He promptly sat, beginning to wire things together. Tino turned to Romano. "Where's your phone?"

"Upstairs. Why?"

"Get it, we need it in order to track the number. Maybe we can figure out where Antonio and Feliciano are."

Romano halfheartedly pounded his way up the stairs, snatching his phone from the window sill and marching back down. By the time he returned the table had been turned into a command center almost, the centerpiece being the large, thick laptop. Wires ran off of one side of the table, and a few more where dead ended on the other side. Ludwig seemed to know what he was doing, plugging this and that in, typing so and so onto the computer, clicking away.

Tino had pulled his case over to the living room table, setting it down atop the surface.

Romano found himself staring as he set his phone down beside where Ludwig was vigorously working to piece together the contraption. Tino opened the case with great ease and practice, withdrawing a large rifle.

"What's that for?" Romano asked stubbornly.

"The contingency plan."

"You're not going to shoot them!?"

"No! Just maybe some other people. If we can't get them out."

"Oh." Romano stared at the weapon. It looked used. But still accurate.

"I'd rather you just shoot those idiots anyway."

Tino smiled a bit, looking at him. "It's best you try to talk it out first."

"No. I want my ties with those people dead and gone. After what they've done here, they deserve it. They deserve hell."

Tino sighed. "Whatever you say."