Shot Through the Heart

Chapter 12

I am such a piece of trash I can't even update well...

I'm actually questioning my writing skill at this moment in time, and I am thinking about putting this story on hiatus until I

1) Have a better writing style

2) Rewrite, like, everything so that the story flows better

I'm not sure what I'm going to do, and I'll keep updating until such a time as I make a decision.

This is going to be a filler chapter before the next major arc I guess. There are probably going to be more of these. Enjoy Loves.

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*Time skip, it's been another couple of weeks. You, Artie, and Alfie have been the little friend triangle that you have worked out: Alfie and Artie fighting a bunch and you as the mother hen*

Your POV

I was walking alone to the cafe where I worked, like any other day. When I got there I put on my uniform like normal and started serving customers. 

I was so bored.

So.

Freaking.

Bored.

And I couldn't even go somewhere with Alfie or Artie, cause three days ago they had both gotten assignments.

-Flashback-

We were walking back from a Mexican joint, Artie and Alfie walking next to me, Alfie was strangely quiet. Arthur is always quiet, at least compared to Alfred.

"Hey sweetcheeks, I'm not goin-"

"Alfie, that's not my name."

"Fiiiine, (y/n), I have a job in (pick a country), I'm not going to be around for a like two weeks."

"Ok, don't die."

A light blush formed on his cheeks, but it was probably just a trick of the light.

Artie spoke up.

"Strangely enough, I won't be as well..."

"Is it a job or what?"

"Yes. Coincidence that Jones and I are both gon-"

"Don't die, either."

And with that, I walked ahead, probably leaving both of them confused with my odd way of showing affection.

-End Flashback-

Guess its back to the same old life I had before Artie and Alfie started trying to kill me.

Thinking about it our relationship is a bit strange... (A/n: Really, you don't say?)

Come to think of it, the first couple of months they knew me, right after the first time we met, and they got out of jail after about a week, they tried every trick in the book.

Arthur tried poisoning my tea, but somehow my burning hatred for cold tea saved me from that one.

Alfred attempted to set around 15 buildings on fire before Artie stopped him. Magically the bomb that was supposed to do it was disarmed each time. (We all know it was you, (y/n))

The amount of surveillance equipment set up to find out where I lived was kind of intense even by my standard.

About 20 snipers nests were thwarted by my tendency to wear my hoodie with the hood up in public, and another 10 more because I spent so much time in my house that they didn't even know where I was.

By the time that they had actually found where I lived and set up the perfect spot, they were a little more than done with me, then I invited them over for dinner and I guess they gave up a bit.

But they are still some of the best friends I've ever had. Actually some of the only friends I've ever had. 

And I can admit that they are both quite charming in their separate ways.

Except I never fully let my guard down around them, they had been assigned to kill me after all.

I had a pretty good idea of who contracted them, too.

"(y/n)....(Y/N) HELLO!"

My co-worker was holding a latte out to me 

"Yes, what?"

"You need to stop day-dreaming at work, you have customers."

"Sorry."

I grabbed the latte and handed it to a businessman, before grabbing a dine-in order and taking it to a table of teenage girls who were giggling and chatting, not a care in the world.

"Here you go, one vanilla frappuccino, one macchiato, and one cafe latte."

"Thanks, miss"

"Anytime."

As I walked away, I remember wishing that I had had a life like that, high school with friends, giggling over my crush for the week, getting dressed up to go out, leading a normal life.

I had wished that since the day I was sent to St. Augustine's, since I realized I would never have a life like that, since I realized I could never have a life like that.

I wanted that more than anything, then I realized that wishing would get me nowhere and that actions are what count. And that's what shaped me into the person I am today. That and my parents being killed.

But how I wished I had that life.

But I got this life and I can't change that. But even though it sucked, I still met my 'brothers' and Alfred and Arthur.

My twin 'brothers', Feliciano and Lovino, were not normal by any means. They aren't technically my brothers, but they might as well be, they took me in after they found me in Russia. 

Feli is definitely the more cheerful, bubbly one, while Locvi is more reserved and curt, but I love them both to death. I would do anything for them. And they would do the same for me.

They can be a little sadistic at times, but that just makes me feel more at home with them, knowing that we all can go a little crazy at times.

"(Y/n), you really have to stop dozing off, I need a hot chocolate."

"Yes, sorry, coming right up."

I quickly made the hot chocolate and gave it to the mother with her little boy.

"Here you go ma'am, have a nice day."

"Thanks, you too."

I made more drinks and grabbed more muffins and croissants for people.

There were the snotty soccer moms, there were the kind old ladies, there were the businessmen who never looked up from their phones. 

I had seen it all before.

Just a normal day.

Just a boring normal day.

I miss everyone.

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Yay a filler chapter. You probably all read the A/n at the top, but that still holds true. 

Don't forget to vote and comment, I enjoy reading them.

I hope you enjoy reading as always loves! 

~Dragon