From now on, I won't be saying which chapters are plot related and which are requests in order to begin with the plot that I've snuck in here and there. If you happen to recognize a chapter as your request, great! Terribly sorry, but our book is coming to a close and you'll love the ending *evil laughter*
WARNING: ⚠️ WHOLSESOME FORMAGGIO FLUFF INBOUND ⚠️
"Mister maggio, What's taking mom so long?"
"I have no idea ami. she's the best of the best so errands like this don't normally take this long..." Formaggio mumbled, tying the last braid to amelias long black hair.
Everyone had left earlier to take care of certain things, some of them business, other missions. You left as well, leaving Formaggio (who had no job to do) and Amelia by themselves at the house. Formaggios worry only increased once it began raining, which was two hours after you left. The mission was relatively close by, so why had you been gone for five hours now?
Formaggio dropped the braid from his hand, letting it lay against amelias back. "There, all done. Now queen Amelia, What is it you request to do now?"
Interrupting their conversation were small, faint knocks on the front door. "I wonder who that is?" Amelia pondered, grabbing formaggios hand. The man smiled brightly at the adorable action of worry, scooping her up into his arms. Amelia giggled loudly as Formaggio began to tickle her, "mister maggio! S-stop!"
"Wh~at? I'm simply tickling out your worry bugs! When you laugh, all your worries go away!" He said with a grin while Amelia continued to laugh to no end.
The knocking on the door returned, this time harder. Thud, thud, thud... "whoever is at the door seems desperate to get in... Amelia, stay here and do not leave this room until I come back promise?" Formaggio whispered with a serious face, putting Amelia down to her feet.
"Understood!" Amelia said with determination, putting two small thumbs up as she puffed her cheeks in an attempt to look serious as well.
Formaggio smiled and saluted to the small girl, who raised her hand back at him as well as he stood up. He walked out of the room and closed the door behind him, cautiously beginning to walk down the hallway. He dropped himself over the staircase, making it to the first floor without going down the stairs properly.
His wariness only increased when the knocking became harder and more desperate. Snatching a sharp and pointy knife from the kitchen, Formaggio tip toed toward the door and unlocked it. He slowly peeked around the side of it, making his eyes widen to unbelievable levels, dropping the knife by accident.
There you were, slumped against the pillar next to the door, drenched in rain water while [GOLDEN RULE] continuously knocked on the door with growing frustration. Little splotches of blood could be seen staining your button up, he was unsure whether it was your own or someone else's. "Oh my god, (y/n)! What happened to you!" Formaggio screamed in worry.
You mumbled something he couldn't quite catch, making his anxiety level pop off the charts. Formaggio shrugged off the jacket he wore with haste, pushing your stand out of the way and rushing to your side. He quickly wrapped his jacket around you and picked you up into his arms. Formaggios face contorted to an expression of concern and fright, scared you may die if he didn't hurry and help you.
He rushed back inside of the house as he cradled you, [GOLDEN RULE] also entering and closing the door behind him. Formaggio raced up the stairs, almost slipping from the water that dripped off of you. After making it upstairs, Formaggio burst into your room and dashed to your bathroom. "Amelia! Come here!"
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