"Shut up!" he yelled, his hands shaking around the cold metal of the gun that he had aimed at the smaller Italian. "I’ll pull it…Don’t fucking think I won’t.." he hissed, his jaw clenching in an attempt to keep calm.
Lovino curled in on himself after he hit the floor, not even caring that he’d shot himself as he covered his face with his arms. He didn’t understand what he’d just done, almost done, and did. He’d admitted to his brother how he thought about them, tried to kill him, but didn’t. He must hate him now and not want anything to do with him. That’s what he thought, so when he felt the leg of his pants being rolled up and pressure against the throbbing pain on his leg he was surprised to say the least. Especially at the question, “….s-si….” He managed to whisper, feeling tears build up in his eyes.
"Should I call for Spain first or after calling for an ambulance?" He asks Lovino’s opinion Many different feelings were coursing through him. Now wasn’t the time to sort those all out. He had to make sure that this was fixed though. If it was sorted out, maybe this relationship could be fixed.