He sighed as the bow passed the violin strings so precisely that it caused the most purest sound to irradiate from it. He missed being able to control what exactly could happen. He tried his hardest to do so, but either fear always took over or someone else told him otherwise.
His brow furrowed slightly as his life replayed before his closed lids. It seemed to flow in time with his moving hand, the melody seeming to fit with his life perfectly. It would dramatically change when something had angered him, loud, sharp sounds filling the room and echoing throughout his soul.
It saddened when his memories of Grandpa Rome filled his head. He missed him so much, the only thing is he'd miss him even more if he'd paid as much attention to him as he did Feliciano. Tears started to fill up in his eyes and slowly run down his cheeks.
He remembered when him and Italy were actually quite close. They did everything together, clean, eat, play, it seemed as if they were on the exact same page every single thing they did. But as they grew up, and realized what exactly the future had in store of them, they grew further and further apart.
Lovino stopped suddenly and waited, memories of the morning of the news now slowly sweeping in. He remembered how terrified his brother looked and the worry within his eyes was to much for Lovino to take. His brother was going to die, but neither of them knew when.
In an attempt to try and prevent this from happening, Lovino gave the title of Italy to his little brother and treats everyone like they're his enemy. He tried to make the impression that he was the one going to disappear, and, soon enough, everyone believed it.
Lovino slid the bow one last time, the note exceeding far past the length any of the others have. Sighing sadly, he dropped his arms, the violin softly resting against his thigh before he started to put it away.
He sighed sadly as he watched his brother talk to the representative of Geneva. Barely even introduced and he seemed to have fallen deeply in love with her. He was such a gullible little Italian, who couldn't get down over anything.
Himself, on the other hand, got such the reputation, that most women didn't care to know the true him. He didn't care most of the time, but as he saw the two, love-at-first-sight couple; he couldn't help but want to cry.
No one could ever understand the burden taking care of a dying sibling. The fear of not knowing when exactly that day would happen. The stress of having to play something your not. It was all becoming to much for the elder Italian.
He wish he could find someone who would give him a chance. Someone who could see the world through different eyes then all the rest. Someone who could see what exactly it was he was doing for his sweet little Feliciano.
He let lose a sigh, disintegrating all thoughts of that. There's no way that he could find a Bella who would give him a chance like that. No one would ever allow him to show his true, kinder side.
Might as well get used to it.
'Shit,' he thought pulling the coat halfway onto his shoulders, 'Shit, shit, SHIT.' He had never been this late for a meeting, and he knew how his boss would take this. He was in such a mad dash he didn't seem to notice the other figure who was coming a different way.
A shuttering crack was heard when they connected, heads smacking against each other before they fell backwards. Lovino couldn't help but close his eyes and hiss as pain started to fill his head.
"Idiota, watch where you going," he screamed, eyes still closed. He heard the other body sniff before clicking of combat boots hit the sidewalk.
"I'm sorry if I stopped you from getting to your destination sir," called a voice as the figure grabbed his hand, pulling him up, "I-if there's anything I could do for you..." The voice faded away.
'Wait a second,' Lovino thought, 'that wasn't a guys voice who said all that.' Lovino forced himself to open his eyes, even though his pounding head told him otherwise. That's when he saw the face.
Beautiful blue eyes stared up at him, scared and nervousness filling them. Her hair was a yellow-ish blond, messy and tied up in a black ponytail. Her skin wasn't as dark as most would think, but it wasn't pale either. She placed a hand to his cheek, gently rubbing his cheek as she examined him.
"No blood," she whispers, "Good. I'd hate to see that on your face."
Lovino couldn't help but blush at her comment. Something about her just seemed...different. He barely met her and already he felt as if he could tell her anything. A loud fit of coughing broke him from his day-dream.
"I-I'm sorry for running into you sir, but I need to get back home before my brother gets home," she said slightly, her hand whipping at her nose. Lovino felt his heart fall a bit at her statement, but nodded anyways, knowing if he didn't let her go she'd only get worse.
"Hopefully I can meet you again," she said softly as she started walking away. She seemed to be waiting for something, but when she got a certain distance, she simply turned back and waved. Lovino, feeling the need to, waved back at her, watching as she smiled and continued walking.
"So do I, Bella," he whispered, "So do I."
It was all about her. His mind couldn't wonder anywhere else, even if it tried. All it ever went to was her. He'd be sitting in the middle of a meeting, the argument being about how Alfred owned Yao as much as billions of dollars in debt, and yet his mind would find it's way to her.
That's what led him to tonight. He rolled his red sleeves up to his elbows, only to have Antonio pull them down again while Feliciano fixes his tie. Antonio had arranged all of it. He had asked questions to Lovino about this girl, just to set him up on a date with her, and so far...
No success.
"There's no point," Lovino sighed, undoing his tie slightly, "We haven't found her, we never will. Give up now," he turns and points to his little brother, "Before you waist any more of your time!"
"But fratello," whined Feliciano, "You always worry about me. You've found someone who's caught your eye." He started fixing his brothers tie while he was thinking. "It's time for you to stop being the protective one and let me worry about you."
Lovino sighed, there was no point arguing with them. They'd make him go anyways. He shrugged, pulling on the vest to make it actually fit him.
"Well," he sighed, "Let's get this night over with."
His finger's drummed against the table in boredom and slight anger. It was already almost an hour after his 'date' was suppose to be there, and she still was missing! He sighed angrily as he leaned back, crossing his arms. "How long does it take one to get ready," he mumbled. He closed his eyes to calm himself.
When he heard it. A car door slammed shut before a women screams. She was angry, and whoever she was angry at tried arguing back. Curious, Lovino turned his head to where the ruckus was, just to the right of the restaurant.
He saw her.
"Your so thick sometimes," she hissed, "I'm not running away I'm just going on a date." The American came into view, rubbing the back of his neck with a glare on his face.
"Still, It would get to where you ran away," he said, before getting closer to her, putting a hand on her cheek, "I'm protecting you."
"No your not," she yelled hitting the hand off of her face, "You're only worried about you! You treat me like a slave! If you cared at all about me, You wouldn't be hounding me right now!" She turned around, anger written on her face. "Go home, Alfred, I'll find my own way."
The American tried to say something, but the women screamed her last statement back at him, making him leave. No sooner had he left, though, someone came up and dragged the women into an alleyway.
Adrenaline rush idea, Lovino stood up and ran out, not caring about the seats. He followed his short term memory to where the man had taken her, and saw her, and his brother, bound and on their knees. A tall man with a hand gun came up to them.
"Two countries who's futures are nothing except death," he whispered, as he took the gun and only put in one bullet before spinning the capsule, "Let's speed one of their miserable lives up." Lovino growled. He didn't plan on this being his brothers death, and he wasn't going to allow it to happen...to either of them.
"Hey," he called, voice the most courageous it has ever been, "Let them go!" The guy with the gun couldn't help but chuckle, even as the other two men backed away. The only reason why they had was because Lovino had been in the mafia, and they had seen his face.
"Come and get them," the man cooed. With that, he dashed forward, aiming for the gun within the guys hand. He tried grabbing it, but the man wretched it from his grip and socket his jaw. Rubbing it slightly, Lovino got back up and tried again.
Dodge after dodge, hit after hit, these two men battled. The bigger man slowed down, and it looked like the small Italian was going to win, when the other aimed his gun, and pulled the trigger.
The shot flared off the walls and echoing so loud, it could wake up anyone. Lovino staggered backwards as pain shot through his shoulder. Wincing slightly, he hit his knees, using his good hand to keep him at his kneeling position.
"Stay down," the man growled before putting another bullet into the gun, turning to face the frightened bodies, "Now, where were we?"
The sudden grab caused the man to jerk, dropping his gun somewhere as he hit the ground. A growl formed upon the mans face as he looked down to see the Italian's hold on his ankle. Lovino got up, walked over & kicked the man when he tried getting back up.
"No one," he yells before lifting the man up by the shirt, "Not even you, can ever harm my fratello or my bella." With that, his good hand came and struck the man with such force that when he let him go, the man fell to the ground in a heap.
When he turned around, he wasn't just bombarded with a hug from his brother, but from the girl as well. They both whispered thank you's as tears roll down their cheeks. Lovino, on the other hand, couldn't help but smile as he looked down at both of them.
For once he was happy about being...
The Protective Brother.
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