Torture (2p! Italy X Reader) (DISCONTINUED!!!)

XXI - I'm okay, I guess...

Luciano closed his old diary, and sighed.

"I'll check on Flavio." (y/n) smiled softly. "Thanks for letting me know about your past. It made me understand even more."

Luciano smiled. "You're-a welcome. Go...check on-a my brother-a..."

He kissed (y/n) gently and chuckled. "If he-a cries, get-a some tissues-a..."

(y/n) laughed. "If you say so!"

She went out and knocked on Flavio's door. "Flavi? Are you okay in there?"

"Si." Flavio replied from inside. "If you-a want to-a come in-a, its okay-a."

(y/n) nodded and went in. "Are you okay? Do you need anything?"

"Ah, nothing." Flavio shook his head, closing an old book in his hands.

(y/n) took notice of this, and approached Flavio, sitting next to him.

She caressed Flavio's back and smiled softly. "What's this? A diary?"

"Si..." Flavio sighed. "Care to-a join me-a?"

"If you don't mind." (y/n) chuckled, trying to lighten the mood.

Flavio smiled. "Okay. I-a warn you-a, it could-a be...emotional."

He opened the diary once more, and sighed.

August 20, 1916
I once more, woke up in a place that wasn't familiar. I instantly tried to look for my brother. I then found out that I was at home. I went down the basement instantly, and saw a horrible sight. My brother...in front of a dead girl. A knife in his hands...blood on his clothes, body, and face. He turned to me, tears streaming down his face. "Fratello..." He cried. "Don't...please..." I was too scared, nervous, and surprised at what I had seen. So I ran away, as fast as my feet could carry me. "Fratello!!" He cried, reaching his arm out to me. But I ignored him. What kind of sibling would leave his brother behind?

Flavio frowned. "I'm-a such and-a stronzo."

He flipped a page and sighed once more.

(y/n) hugged Flavio, making him smile sadly. "Its okay, Flavi."

September 8, 1916
I don't write much, since I never ever want to remember anything at all...anyways, I slapped Ludwig for being such a fucking asshole, but not Kiku, he was too...innocent, I suppose? I yelled and cussed at him...in public!! But, as usual, I didn't give a single fuck. I was raged that he left my brother at the time that he needed them. Then again, I was the one who left him behind at the very start. Why must I exist?

October 16, 1916
I found out something new. My brother...has been cutting himself. Do you see what good I am?! If only I were there from the start! If only I stayed with him!! If only I helped him! If only

"Ah, I-a ripped out-a a page-a." Flavio pouted. "I really-a am an asshole-a..."

(y/n) frowned and touched the ripped out page, sighing. "It was obvious you were too enraged."

Flavio laughed. "I suppose-a I have-a low temper-a!"

October 25, 1916
I wrote on my brother's diary, and I found out he made a noose. He was planning on commuting suicide. Now I notice that one, small wrong thing can do a ton of bad things. I hope he doesn't know the blood dripping on my diary...the blood dripping from my arms. I wished I've stayed. I wish I could go back in time to fix all the fucked up bullshit I've done.

Flavio frowned and pulled up the sleeves of his jacket.

He looked down at his arms, and caressed them. "I-a can feel-a the scars-a..."

(y/n) sighed and hugged him tightly. "Its okay, Flavi!"

Flavio smiled and hugged back. "Grazie..."

"No probs." (y/n) chuckled. "Are you sure you'll alright?"

"I'm okay," Flavio sighed. "I guess."

"Good," she sighed. "Never feel bad, and never lie to me. It may not seem like it, but even Luciano is worried. Please, if you need anything, tell me."

"I will." Flavio smiled.