(Y/N) pulled Filippo aside after he'd tucked Francesco in for his slûmberio.
"I'm worried about him." (Y/N) said.
"Me too, my brother never eats carbonara that fast! It's not even his favourite dish! He's been like this for a while, it all started when a girl called Lottie entered our lives..."
Over the next few hours, (Y/N) and Filippo had a deep conversation. (Y/N) was shocked, they'd never had such a deep conversation in their short, sweet life. They talked all through the night; about gondolas, the Pope, anything really. As long as they were talking to each other, it didn't seem to matter.
Finally, in the early hours of the morning, Francesco started to stir.
"Margherita..." Francesco whispered as he awoke from his slumberio, where he had been having an intense dream about the Tower of Pisa with a moustache.
Francesco stretched out his Italian muscles. He then spend five minutes cracking every bone in his defined form. Francesco then noticed the presence of two other people in the room, (Y/N) and Filippo.
"Francesco, how are you feeling?" Filippo asked, "How about some food?" Francesco's defined Italian face lit up at the mere suggestion of food.
"How about a picnic?" Filippo oh-so helpfully suggested. "I have to go and speak with Sethy-boii, but I'm sure you and (Y/N will have a great time!"
Filippo swiftly whipped a mirror out of his (very deep) pocket and winked at himself. He was such a genius.
"Francesco, why don't you get ready, and (Y/N), why don't you get the food for the picnic?" Filippo smiled to himself as he left the room, Operation (Y/N) X Francesco is initiated.
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When Hunter Becomes The Hunted
FanfictionWhen Lottie Hunter leaves the FF Brothers in the dust, they're heartbroken. However, the arrival of (y/n) rocks their world... (Btw this is a joke boiz)
