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

XXXI - Living and Dying

I'm a lazyass son of a biscuit :'D

Oh, I have an Austria account on Facebook!

If you want to RP with me, PM me here and I'll tell you.

If any of you guys report that account, you'll die.

I don't want to lose that account for the third time.

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"We're home!" Luciano and (y/n) yelled, going inside the house.

They gasped in horror and surprise at what they saw.

The house was a mess, a debacle, even.

The coffee table flipped over, the coughed ripped as if they had been clawed through, vases shattered on the floor with the flowers laying there, DVD cases smashed into pieces, the TV on the floor.

And worse of them all, a blood knife next to a bloody white jacket.

"Flavio!!" The couple yelled in surprise.

Luciano ran up the stairs whilst (y/n) looked around.

Luciano gasped as he saw a guy in Flavio's room in the blonde Italian's clothes, with blood pooling out of him.

Dark brown hair, olive-like complexion... Can it be??

"Flavio!!" Luciano sobbed, rubbing to his brother, holding him in his arms.

The guy's hair slowly turned blonde and his skin turned lighter.

"Lu-Luciano...?" Flavio croaked, grasping onto his brother's uniform. "I-Is that you-a...?"

"Si, si, its me, mio fratello..." Luciano cried. "We'll bring you-a to the-a hospital..."

"Flavi!!" (y/n) exclaimed, running to him and took his cold hand.

Luciano stood up. "Come on, we-a gotta bring him-a to the hospital-a."

He ran down the stairs and (y/n) cried, seeing her own best friend slowly dying in his own brother's arms.

They ran out and Flavio's blood dripped onto the floor.

(y/n) took a deep breath, stopping to breathe and this caused Luciank to stop as well.

"Go on, I'll catch up..." (y/n) breathed.

Luciano nodded and ran off.

He quickly brought Flavio to the emergency room and the doctors and nurses took him away.

(y/n) caught up and embraced Luciano tightly.

They waited for Flavio, but Luciano began to think horrible thoughts.

"What if he dies? What if he doesn't make it? What if the surgery wasn't a success?

I can't lose my brother! I can't lose the only one who loved me more than anyone before! I can't lose mio fratello...

If he dies, Feliciano will lose his brother as well... He'll be alone even more...

I'm scared... I'm worried... I'm frightened... I'm nervous...
Fratello, please make it! I don't want you to die!!!"

He ran off, crying in his hands.

He locked himself in a stall in the bathroom, crying loudly in there instead.

Flavio laid there in the surgery room, an oxygen mask stuck to his face.

He was slowly losing blood, the huge deep cut in his stomach being the cause.