Filippo entered the dining hall. Francesco and (Y/N) sat in silence, (Y/N) was eating their tagliatelle ai fungi. This was Francesco's favourite dish, however, he hadn't eaten a morsel.
Suddenly Francesco rose from his seat and ran out of the room. This had become a common occurance in The Christian Retreat.
Francesco returned, his chest heaving over the effort of running at such a pace that only an Italian in the peak physical condition could sustain. In his shaking hand, he held his razor.
"This is it! I need a change!" Francesco faced the mirror that for some reason was located in the dining hall.
Slowly, he brought the razor up to his sculpted Italian brows with natural glowing highlighter on his browbone. Just before the razor made contact his hand invoulntarily jerked down to his upper lip.
Filippo screamed as the hairs seemed to fall in slow-motion. An Audley's Angel called Maddie fainted in pure shock and terror.
As soon as Francesco realised what he had done, he jerked away, the razor crashing into the mirror, sending cracks through the entire structure and distorting Francesco's now ruined image.
Looking at what remained of his magnificant moustache, tears of anguish and pain fell from his eyes and into his mouth. This shocked Francesco, as although he cried a lot, his former 'tache would protect him from the Italian tears.
Francesco looked into The Christian Retreat's cracked mirror.
"Holy fuck! I look like Hitler!" He wasn't wrong. What used to be a fine example of classic Italian Facial Hair was now the distinctive evil whiskers of the Austrian man: Hitler.
"I guess... It all has to go now..." Francesco remorsefully said. He raised the razor to his upper lip, and what remained of his moustache was parted from his face.
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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)
