When Hunter Becomes The Hunted

Chapter 12

Many days passed, and Filippo had heard nothing from his brother. He tried to find Sethy-boii, to ask after his Italian sibling, but it seemed that if Sethy-boii didn't want to be found, then he would not be found.

It seemed Filippo and (Y/N) had forged an alliance with each other, in order to find out the fate of their moustached comrade.

Finally, two days after their terrible ordeal between Francesco and his lost love, something happened. The door to the Room of Healing opened, and Francesco appeared. Although he has a melancholy aura around him, his Italian features had returned to the beauty it once was. His distinctive Italian features, which before had been puffed up from crying, were now back to his sculpted Italian cheekbones and chocolate-brown eyes.

Sethy-boii also exited the Halls of Healing and placed his hand gently im Francesco's shoulder. This seemed to calm him, and all the tension drained from his form.

"It has taken many days, but finally, the raw sadness has been drained from his body, and although he is not at peace, he has accepted the situation that he is confronted with." He paused for a moment, seemingly observing Francesco, "look after him, and get him some food, maybe carbonara. He kept asking for that in his fever dreams."

Filippo and (Y/N) took Francesco by the arm, and lead him into the dining hall. Filippo started whipping up a quick carbonara, in an attempt to fill the gaping hole that Lottie had left in Francesco's hairy Italian chest.

As soon as the steamy bowl of pasta-ey goodness was placed in front of Francesco, he gobbled it up like he hadn't eaten in days (cos he hadn't). Filippo poured Francesco a glass of Finest Italian Wine™ and Francesco gulped it down.

Soon Francesco's eyelids began to droop, he was so tired out from all that eating. Filippo led him to his room, where he collapsed onto the godly bed and fell into a deep Italian slûmberio.