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As he started to walk with the boy behind him, he couldn’t but wonder, if he had made the right decision. He shook his head a bit. It was neither the time nor place to come up with another plan now. Luciano had to stick with what he had now. He was pulled out of his thoughts as the boy suddenly spoke up again. Was he telling his name? Luciano couldn’t see why he needed to know that. The only reason why he had told his own human name was that he just didn’t like being called Veneziano.

“I don’t care what it is,” he answered with an indifferent voice.

Being with this Lovino was something that he would rather go without. Most of all he felt like some kind of babysitter for this boy. He sighed silently. Luciano still hadn’t given up on finding out, why Lovino went under the same name as his brother, but first of all he had to focus on his plan. The plan was the only reason why he would ever allow Lovino to follow him like that. He heard a sneezing behind him and snorted annoyed. At first he had thought that Lovino actually had some guts, but it didn’t took long time for Luciano to figure out that it was all an act. He could read this boy like an open book. He was scared and probably missed his home a lot. It was feelings that Luciano knew existed, but he didn’t really understand them. Every time he got reminded of feelings like that, he always pushed them back in his mind. He would just figure out later what they really meant.

After they had been walking for around 10 minutes in completely silence, Lovino saw something in the horizon that looked like a house.

“Finally…” he mumbled to himself. His feet hurt, and because he was used to the warm weather there was at Spain’s house, he was freezing too.

As they got closer the house, Lovino could not help but letting out a little gasp. This was not a house but an enormous mansion. The mansion itself was sombre, but the big limpid windows that greeted them welcome made it a little less scary in Lovino’s head. All the way around the mansion there was build a dark wall, which ends met by a giant curved iron gate. This gate was right now standing wide open. They quickly walked through the gate, but when Lovino automatically went towards the big and adorned front door, he heard an angry whispering coming from beside him.

“Not that way, idiot! Follow me,” Luciano ordered and ran around a corner of the mansion.

“Wait, goddammit,” Lovino whispered as loud as he dared and was about to fall over his own legs, as he quickly ran after the other boy.

When he turned the corner, he saw Luciano, who was about to crawl inside the mansion through an open window. His heart throbbed fast as he ran over to the window as quiet as possible, and grabbed the frame to crawl after Luciano. All this ‘be careful not to be seen’ made him kinda nervous. Why couldn’t they just use the front door? Would the people inside this mansion hurt him, if they knew that he was with Luciano? He couldn’t stop these thoughts from running through his head, as he crawled over the window ledge and inside the mansion. Inside, he found himself standing in a dark hallway. A dark red rug adorned the floor, and it was like the bright daylight from outside couldn’t light up the room even if it wanted to. Lovino didn’t get more chances to check things out any further, because Luciano was already standing by one of the door in the hallway and waited impatient on him. He walked over to Luciano who opened the door to reveal what looked like a bedroom, but he couldn’t quite tell from where he stood. As he walked in after Luciano, he discovered that he was right. This couldn’t be anything but Luciano’s own bedroom. Like the hallway he had been in before, the room was a lot darker than it was supposed to with the window in the end of the room. Other than a bed, an old wooden closet, a very small wooden desk with a chair in front of it and a dusty mirror the room was completely empty. It didn’t look like Luciano really had anything of his own stuff in this place. As he started to look around in the room, he couldn’t help but shiver a bit, feeling a pair of cold eyes following his every movement. He walked over to the closet and looked uninterested at it for a few seconds, before he suddenly noticed something on the side of it.

“What the heck is that?” He asked and pointed at some long, thin and deep marks in the wood. It looked most of all like someone had carved in it, or the marks from some odd animal’s claws.

“That it none of your business!” Luciano yelled back, clearly angry with Lovino discovering the marks and that he even dared to point them out.

Lovino was about to yell back, when Luciano suddenly punched the wall before turning his back to him, so he was facing the door. Lovino took a step back and watched as the other boy took a grab around the door handle.

“Where are you going?” Lovino asked. He really didn’t want to be alone in this unknown place.

“Food...” Luciano snarled. It wasn’t hard to see, that he was very close to yell at Lovino again or maybe even hurt him, but that he tried his best to control himself.

Before Lovino had the time to say anything else, Luciano had already opened the door and disappeared out in the dark hallway. He sighted a bit and took another look around in the small room, to find something to do, but he couldn’t find anything interesting. With nothing better to do, he just walked over to the bed. He could always to a nap, while waiting on the other one to get back. Or that was at least what he thought. As he carefully sat down on the pillow, he immediately felt something that wasn’t right. He reached in under the pillow to grab the unknown object, and his eyes went wide open when he saw what it was. It was a knife. He hold it with two fingers on it’s handle, and looked at it with a shocked expression. It wasn’t the knife itself that was shocking for him, it was more the question that kept on coming up in his head. Why was there a knife in here? And why was it under that boy’s pillow? Was this place really that dangerous, or did he just enjoy having the weapon close to him? Lovino couldn’t decide which one of those options he found most terrifying.

“What the fuck are you doing with that, don’t touch my stuff!” Lovino jumped a little over the sudden yelling behind him, and turned around to find a pissed off Luciano standing in the doorway. He looked even angrier than before.

“W-why do you have a knife in here?” Lovino asked with a voice there was a mix of confusion, defiance and a slightly bit of fear.

“It’s none..of your..damn...business!” Luciano yelled and breathed heavily because of the anger there was boiling inside him.

He quickly walked over and took the knife away from Lovino before putting it back under the pillow. Lovino couldn’t help but wonder why he put it there. Of course it was weird enough to have a knife in his room, but why not just putting it on the desk or something, if it really had to be in the room. Luciano looked at him for a few seconds before answering the question, Lovino never asked.

“It has to be a place, where it can’t be found,” he said with a dark voice, while staring Lovino right in the eyes.

He swallowed and looked away. Looked away from the eyes, there no matter what he did just looked right through him and saw his inner thoughts like it was the easiest thing in the world. The eyes there looked like they never had nor never would have any kindness and compassion in them. The eyes that really reminded him, how far he was away from his home, caretaker and most of all his little brother.

Luciano smirked a bit, as the other boy broke their eye contact. He wasn’t really trying to scare him that much, but it looked like this Lovino just became scared easily. Maybe he could use that to his own advantage. He shocked his head. No, right now he had to focus on the goal of his plan. If you can’t focus on that, then you have already lost your changes to succeed. He had been taught this for as long, as he could remember and knew that it worked. He needed to earn a bit of trust from the boy in front of him, if there were any changes for his plan should work. The only problem was that he didn’t really knew how to do that. He could fake his anger away, but he wasn’t sure it would be enough to convince the boy. What could he do? Talk about things? Was that what people did with someone they trusted? Luciano didn’t know, he had never really trusted anyone expect Holy Rome, but that was a thing he would never admit, and he wasn’t sure if it even could be called ‘real trust’. He sighted deeply and looked away from Lovino before sitting down on the floor. When he looked up again, he saw that Lovino was looking at him with confused glance, and Luciano could see that he was on guard. He made a gesture towards the little wooden chair that stood in front of the desk, and Lovino sat down carefully, looking suspicious the whole time as he did so.

“Where do you come from?” Luciano asked and hid every sign of anger or that he didn’t care at all for the answer. This was simply just a part of the plan and nothing else.

“Why would I tell you that?” Lovino asked and looked even suspicious at him than before.

“Because I’m asking you,” he answered and shrugged lightly while he mentally rolled his eyes.

“I’m ruled by Spain right now…” Lovino said quietly, like he was a bit embarrassed over it.

There it was again. Another thing that was the same as his brother. After what Luciano had heard, his brother was under rule by the Spanish empire at the moment. Was he lying? Luciano stared him right in the eyes and tried to read his thoughts. The boy’s eyes showed no sign of lying. He thought about Spain for a moment. His grandpa had only taught him one thing about that man. He was a dangerous person, who Luciano should avoid until he was stronger, and no matter what, he should never underestimate him. Could it really be the same person?

“How is he?” Luciano asked and was for the first time a bit interested in the answer.

“Well he is out a lot…and when he is home, he is just annoying and smiles all the time. Always wants to make me clean and do other stupid things like that,” Lovino pouted and seemed to have forgotten to be on guard.

Luciano couldn’t believe what he heard. This definitely did not sound like the description he had gotten of Spain. Could it be another person? Was his country split, as it was the case for himself and his brother? No, his grandpa had not said anything that would indicate that a such thing could be an opportunity. Luciano was in deep thoughts. So much that he almost didn’t register that Lovino was snapping his fingers in front of his face.

“Are you even listening, jerk?” He said and crossed his arms, clearly angry about being ignored.

“Si si of course”. Luciano shock his head a bit and focused on the boy opposite him.

“Now tell me why you look like and even have the same official name as my brother,” Lovino demanded.

“What is it that you want me to tell you? I was born with my look and my title, and I have never met your brother,” Luciano said with a raised eyebrow. What kind of an idiotic question was that? “What is your brother like then?” He asked Lovino. He could always use some new information about other countries.

“He can be pretty annoying from time to time, but he is always kind and happy and tries to help where he can,” Lovino smiled a bit over the memory of his little brother before he suddenly remembered Luciano, who sat silently and looked at him. “You are nothing like him,” he snorted.

“I see…” Luciano said slowly. “He sounds like a good brother, I guess,” he continued while he on the inside was about to throw up over his own words and Lovino’s description.

In Luciano’s ears, Lovino’s brother sounded like nothing but a mere weakling. Maybe even more than Lovino himself, but of course he didn’t know anything about that. He was sure that he would look down on the boy, if he ever met him. Which he hoped that he never did. He would probably end up having to babysit another one like Lovino. Just the thought of that was enough to gross him out.

“Si, he is,” Lovino said and lowered his head, looking a bit sad. Luciano guessed that it was probably because they were talking his brother.

Without a word, Luciano stood up. He was sick and tired of conversation and couldn’t see the point in continuing it. Patience was the last thing he had, and even though he knew that he had to work on that, he decided that that time wasn’t now. Lovino’s eyes followed him, as he started to look out in the empty air, lost in his thoughts.

“What are you doi-..?” Lovino started, but before he could finish the question, Luciano had already walked past him and started to look around in the desk drawers, while he quietly cursed in Italian.

“What the heck is wrong!?” Lovino said a bit louder and tried to catch Luciano’s attention.

“I suddenly remembered my medallion… I think I might have lost it. It’s the only thing I have from my grandpa, it means a lot to me,” Luciano quickly explained while his searching in the drawers became more intense. “Can’t you look out in the kitchen? Maybe I forgot it there”. He looked up at Lovino.

“W-well you are the one who lost it, so I can’t see why I should help” Lovino said and crossed his arms, trying to play tough again, but Luciano could easily see the insecurity in his eyes.

“Because there would probably be more chances to find, if we were two who looked for it,” Luciano said and continued to look at him with as much innocence in his eyes as he could.

“Fine…” Lovino sighed as he finally gave in and stood up before he walked over to the door. “Where is that damn kitchen?” He asked.

“Down the hallway and to the left,” Luciano explained and tried to show it with his fingers.

Lovino nodded and opened the door, but stood still for a few seconds and looked out in the dark hallway. He swallowed and then left the room, closing the door behind him. Luciano looked up as the door got closed and a smirk formed on his lips. He couldn’t believe that Lovino actually felt for his trick. It seemed like his attempt on earning the other one’s trust had work a little. He let out a laugh. This would be easier, than he expected.

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As he started to walk with the boy behind him, he couldn’t but wonder, if he had made the right decision. He shook his head a bit. It was neither the time nor place to come up with another plan now. Luciano had to stick with what he had now. He was pulled out of his thoughts as the boy suddenly spoke up again. Was he telling his name? Luciano couldn’t see why he needed to know that. The only reason why he had told his own human name was that he just didn’t like being called Veneziano.

“I don’t care what it is,” he answered with an indifferent voice.

Being with this Lovino was something that he would rather go without. Most of all he felt like some kind of babysitter for this boy. He sighed silently. Luciano still hadn’t given up on finding out, why Lovino went under the same name as his brother, but first of all he had to focus on his plan. The plan was the only reason why he would ever allow Lovino to follow him like that. He heard a sneezing behind him and snorted annoyed. At first he had thought that Lovino actually had some guts, but it didn’t took long time for Luciano to figure out that it was all an act. He could read this boy like an open book. He was scared and probably missed his home a lot. It was feelings that Luciano knew existed, but he didn’t really understand them. Every time he got reminded of feelings like that, he always pushed them back in his mind. He would just figure out later what they really meant.

After they had been walking for around 10 minutes in completely silence, Lovino saw something in the horizon that looked like a house.

“Finally…” he mumbled to himself. His feet hurt, and because he was used to the warm weather there was at Spain’s house, he was freezing too.

As they got closer the house, Lovino could not help but letting out a little gasp. This was not a house but an enormous mansion. The mansion itself was sombre, but the big limpid windows that greeted them welcome made it a little less scary in Lovino’s head. All the way around the mansion there was build a dark wall, which ends met by a giant curved iron gate. This gate was right now standing wide open. They quickly walked through the gate, but when Lovino automatically went towards the big and adorned front door, he heard an angry whispering coming from beside him.

“Not that way, idiot! Follow me,” Luciano ordered and ran around a corner of the mansion.

“Wait, goddammit,” Lovino whispered as loud as he dared and was about to fall over his own legs, as he quickly ran after the other boy.

When he turned the corner, he saw Luciano, who was about to crawl inside the mansion through an open window. His heart throbbed fast as he ran over to the window as quiet as possible, and grabbed the frame to crawl after Luciano. All this ‘be careful not to be seen’ made him kinda nervous. Why couldn’t they just use the front door? Would the people inside this mansion hurt him, if they knew that he was with Luciano? He couldn’t stop these thoughts from running through his head, as he crawled over the window ledge and inside the mansion. Inside, he found himself standing in a dark hallway. A dark red rug adorned the floor, and it was like the bright daylight from outside couldn’t light up the room even if it wanted to. Lovino didn’t get more chances to check things out any further, because Luciano was already standing by one of the door in the hallway and waited impatient on him. He walked over to Luciano who opened the door to reveal what looked like a bedroom, but he couldn’t quite tell from where he stood. As he walked in after Luciano, he discovered that he was right. This couldn’t be anything but Luciano’s own bedroom. Like the hallway he had been in before, the room was a lot darker than it was supposed to with the window in the end of the room. Other than a bed, an old wooden closet, a very small wooden desk with a chair in front of it and a dusty mirror the room was completely empty. It didn’t look like Luciano really had anything of his own stuff in this place. As he started to look around in the room, he couldn’t help but shiver a bit, feeling a pair of cold eyes following his every movement. He walked over to the closet and looked uninterested at it for a few seconds, before he suddenly noticed something on the side of it.

“What the heck is that?” He asked and pointed at some long, thin and deep marks in the wood. It looked most of all like someone had carved in it, or the marks from some odd animal’s claws.

“That it none of your business!” Luciano yelled back, clearly angry with Lovino discovering the marks and that he even dared to point them out.

Lovino was about to yell back, when Luciano suddenly punched the wall before turning his back to him, so he was facing the door. Lovino took a step back and watched as the other boy took a grab around the door handle.

“Where are you going?” Lovino asked. He really didn’t want to be alone in this unknown place.

“Food...” Luciano snarled. It wasn’t hard to see, that he was very close to yell at Lovino again or maybe even hurt him, but that he tried his best to control himself.

Before Lovino had the time to say anything else, Luciano had already opened the door and disappeared out in the dark hallway. He sighted a bit and took another look around in the small room, to find something to do, but he couldn’t find anything interesting. With nothing better to do, he just walked over to the bed. He could always to a nap, while waiting on the other one to get back. Or that was at least what he thought. As he carefully sat down on the pillow, he immediately felt something that wasn’t right. He reached in under the pillow to grab the unknown object, and his eyes went wide open when he saw what it was. It was a knife. He hold it with two fingers on it’s handle, and looked at it with a shocked expression. It wasn’t the knife itself that was shocking for him, it was more the question that kept on coming up in his head. Why was there a knife in here? And why was it under that boy’s pillow? Was this place really that dangerous, or did he just enjoy having the weapon close to him? Lovino couldn’t decide which one of those options he found most terrifying.

“What the fuck are you doing with that, don’t touch my stuff!” Lovino jumped a little over the sudden yelling behind him, and turned around to find a pissed off Luciano standing in the doorway. He looked even angrier than before.

“W-why do you have a knife in here?” Lovino asked with a voice there was a mix of confusion, defiance and a slightly bit of fear.

“It’s none..of your..damn...business!” Luciano yelled and breathed heavily because of the anger there was boiling inside him.

He quickly walked over and took the knife away from Lovino before putting it back under the pillow. Lovino couldn’t help but wonder why he put it there. Of course it was weird enough to have a knife in his room, but why not just putting it on the desk or something, if it really had to be in the room. Luciano looked at him for a few seconds before answering the question, Lovino never asked.

“It has to be a place, where it can’t be found,” he said with a dark voice, while staring Lovino right in the eyes.

He swallowed and looked away. Looked away from the eyes, there no matter what he did just looked right through him and saw his inner thoughts like it was the easiest thing in the world. The eyes there looked like they never had nor never would have any kindness and compassion in them. The eyes that really reminded him, how far he was away from his home, caretaker and most of all his little brother.

Luciano smirked a bit, as the other boy broke their eye contact. He wasn’t really trying to scare him that much, but it looked like this Lovino just became scared easily. Maybe he could use that to his own advantage. He shocked his head. No, right now he had to focus on the goal of his plan. If you can’t focus on that, then you have already lost your changes to succeed. He had been taught this for as long, as he could remember and knew that it worked. He needed to earn a bit of trust from the boy in front of him, if there were any changes for his plan should work. The only problem was that he didn’t really knew how to do that. He could fake his anger away, but he wasn’t sure it would be enough to convince the boy. What could he do? Talk about things? Was that what people did with someone they trusted? Luciano didn’t know, he had never really trusted anyone expect Holy Rome, but that was a thing he would never admit, and he wasn’t sure if it even could be called ‘real trust’. He sighted deeply and looked away from Lovino before sitting down on the floor. When he looked up again, he saw that Lovino was looking at him with confused glance, and Luciano could see that he was on guard. He made a gesture towards the little wooden chair that stood in front of the desk, and Lovino sat down carefully, looking suspicious the whole time as he did so.

“Where do you come from?” Luciano asked and hid every sign of anger or that he didn’t care at all for the answer. This was simply just a part of the plan and nothing else.

“Why would I tell you that?” Lovino asked and looked even suspicious at him than before.

“Because I’m asking you,” he answered and shrugged lightly while he mentally rolled his eyes.

“I’m ruled by Spain right now…” Lovino said quietly, like he was a bit embarrassed over it.

There it was again. Another thing that was the same as his brother. After what Luciano had heard, his brother was under rule by the Spanish empire at the moment. Was he lying? Luciano stared him right in the eyes and tried to read his thoughts. The boy’s eyes showed no sign of lying. He thought about Spain for a moment. His grandpa had only taught him one thing about that man. He was a dangerous person, who Luciano should avoid until he was stronger, and no matter what, he should never underestimate him. Could it really be the same person?

“How is he?” Luciano asked and was for the first time a bit interested in the answer.

“Well he is out a lot…and when he is home, he is just annoying and smiles all the time. Always wants to make me clean and do other stupid things like that,” Lovino pouted and seemed to have forgotten to be on guard.

Luciano couldn’t believe what he heard. This definitely did not sound like the description he had gotten of Spain. Could it be another person? Was his country split, as it was the case for himself and his brother? No, his grandpa had not said anything that would indicate that a such thing could be an opportunity. Luciano was in deep thoughts. So much that he almost didn’t register that Lovino was snapping his fingers in front of his face.

“Are you even listening, jerk?” He said and crossed his arms, clearly angry about being ignored.

“Si si of course”. Luciano shock his head a bit and focused on the boy opposite him.

“Now tell me why you look like and even have the same official name as my brother,” Lovino demanded.

“What is it that you want me to tell you? I was born with my look and my title, and I have never met your brother,” Luciano said with a raised eyebrow. What kind of an idiotic question was that? “What is your brother like then?” He asked Lovino. He could always use some new information about other countries.

“He can be pretty annoying from time to time, but he is always kind and happy and tries to help where he can,” Lovino smiled a bit over the memory of his little brother before he suddenly remembered Luciano, who sat silently and looked at him. “You are nothing like him,” he snorted.

“I see…” Luciano said slowly. “He sounds like a good brother, I guess,” he continued while he on the inside was about to throw up over his own words and Lovino’s description.

In Luciano’s ears, Lovino’s brother sounded like nothing but a mere weakling. Maybe even more than Lovino himself, but of course he didn’t know anything about that. He was sure that he would look down on the boy, if he ever met him. Which he hoped that he never did. He would probably end up having to babysit another one like Lovino. Just the thought of that was enough to gross him out.

“Si, he is,” Lovino said and lowered his head, looking a bit sad. Luciano guessed that it was probably because they were talking his brother.

Without a word, Luciano stood up. He was sick and tired of conversation and couldn’t see the point in continuing it. Patience was the last thing he had, and even though he knew that he had to work on that, he decided that that time wasn’t now. Lovino’s eyes followed him, as he started to look out in the empty air, lost in his thoughts.

“What are you doi-..?” Lovino started, but before he could finish the question, Luciano had already walked past him and started to look around in the desk drawers, while he quietly cursed in Italian.

“What the heck is wrong!?” Lovino said a bit louder and tried to catch Luciano’s attention.

“I suddenly remembered my medallion… I think I might have lost it. It’s the only thing I have from my grandpa, it means a lot to me,” Luciano quickly explained while his searching in the drawers became more intense. “Can’t you look out in the kitchen? Maybe I forgot it there”. He looked up at Lovino.

“W-well you are the one who lost it, so I can’t see why I should help” Lovino said and crossed his arms, trying to play tough again, but Luciano could easily see the insecurity in his eyes.

“Because there would probably be more chances to find, if we were two who looked for it,” Luciano said and continued to look at him with as much innocence in his eyes as he could.

“Fine…” Lovino sighed as he finally gave in and stood up before he walked over to the door. “Where is that damn kitchen?” He asked.

“Down the hallway and to the left,” Luciano explained and tried to show it with his fingers.

Lovino nodded and opened the door, but stood still for a few seconds and looked out in the dark hallway. He swallowed and then left the room, closing the door behind him. Luciano looked up as the door got closed and a smirk formed on his lips. He couldn’t believe that Lovino actually felt for his trick. It seemed like his attempt on earning the other one’s trust had work a little. He let out a laugh. This would be easier, than he expected.