Romano had been sitting at the table all night, staring at the map as if the location would come to mind. They had to be somewhere he knew, they had to, it was the only way they could dangle the two so close to his grip while still keeping him at distance. For them, he knew, it was all just some sort of merry-go-round game, starting with threats, and then hurting Antonio and Feliciano, and then another video call or photo so Romano would get just one step closer, making it all the more futile. And then it began again. Threats, wounds, teasing, and then threats again.

He stared at the map, his vision blurred from staring so long, his eyes heavy like clay from not blinking for h ours straight, just staring, just waiting for the place to come to him. He needed to know, and now everything was beginning to grow faint to him. This was all he cared about, finding them, getting them home. He needed that. Because otherwise, he felt worthless.

"Guten Morgen." Romano didn't move as Ludwig entered the room, his eyes tired from lack of sleep, and increase of worry.

"Bonjourno." He stated in reply. "They... They-a sent another picture last night. It's more of a video..." Romano's words where more shaky than he preferred, making him sound weak. He hated that feeling, but it was a true feeling. He was that way, so weak, so helpless, and he couldn't stop it.

Ludwig pursed his lips, moving into the kitchen more to start a meager breakfast.

Romano grimaced, he hated Ludwig's food, but it wasn't as if he had much of an appetite anyway.

He glanced back at his phone. The screen was black now, but the image was still plastered in his head. It was almost one in the morning when he got it, and he had to shout at Tino to wake up so they could track it. The digital map was closer to the heel of the peninsula now. But that was the only comfort Romano had, that he knew they where there, that he knew they where going to be okay, because he was going to beat the living shit out of anyone who dared touch them.

His thoughts drifted to what they would be doing. Waiting, probably. Romano wouldn't give in, however. He would get what he wanted, and get those idiots arrested for what they had done. Control was what everyone wanted, but Romano could not give in. He knew his world would turn into a worse hell than it already had.

He glanced at Ludwig, and then at his phone, turning it on, unlocking it. He glanced at the video. Half of him didn't want to watch it again. Once had hurt him enough. But he needed to see Feliciano again... This was the most recent photo of him, and he didn't know what to feel when he saw it.

Not happy, he was being hurt so horribly. But then he wasn't sad either, because he saw his brother.

He glanced at the video, the noise turned off, because he couldn't bear to hear the screaming. He held a hand over his mouth in an attempt to keep from letting loose a sob.

Feliciano was cornered, blindfolded, and struggling. His mouth was wide open in what appeared to be a scream, and Romano still couldn't see the assailants. The camera was shaking. Feliciano kicked out as best as he could, his wrists held behind his back, his legs held together, but he was pinned into the corner. He struggled, a blindfold over his eyes. Romano squeezed his eyes shut, because he knew what was going to happen next. They only remained close for a moment, because when he opened them, he saw red. It gushed from Feliciano's leg as he lay there, frozen in the corner, shaking, tying to compose himself. The knife was left in. The assailants where gone. He couldn't see Antonio. The video ended at that, leaving Romano speechless.

He swallowed, realizing hot tears where making their way down his cheeks, and Ludwig was standing behind him. His hand was shaking so much he could hardly hold his phone. Tino was standing in the doorway.

"Goddammit." He whispered under his breath. "God... Fuck this."