RomanoxReader: Underworld 15

You flopped onto the couch and sighed. You've had a long day- you had been working about in the kitchen, making some dinner for Lovino and his men since they were out working. They always said you didn't have to, but you wanted to, as a bit of a thank you.

As you rested, you reflected on what your life had been like ever since you met the Mafia men. It was always interesting, to say the least, even after the conflict with Honda was settled.

If anything, the relation between the Yakuza and the Mafia had gotten a little more cordial- although, since you and Mei had become close friends while she was held hostage, that was only to be expected. The two of you still kept in contact, writing letters and emails to each other about just about anything. Even though you liked Lovi and his crew, it was nice to have a girl to talk to.

As you thought about having some female company, you grinned as you remembered the wish you requested from Lovi. After all, he did come back in one piece. You asked to have a girl Mafia recruited. You got your wish, you now had Elizaveta Héderváry, a Hungarian. The two of you became fast friends, and the two of you were almost inseparable, much to Lovino's (and Gilbert's) displeasure. Yup. All in all, things were pretty good.

Just as you were thinking that, and your body was relaxed, Arsenius came rushing into the room.

"(Name)! Hurry! Lovi and some of his men got hurt!" he yelled, startling you.

You quickly jumped off of the couch and hurtled down the halls towards your little infirmary. A little ways off, you saw Lovino, Gilbert, and Francis being supported by Feliciano, Elizaveta, and Antonio respectively, the six of them doing their best to get to the sickroom. The three wounded already were stripped of their outer clothing, and had cloths pressed to their wounds to staunch the blood flow. You should have been used to it by now, but you always averted your eyes around the Mafia boss.

Rushing ahead, you threw the door to your office wide open, and quickly got all the materials you thought they would need. While you were finishing your set-up, the injured men were gently put on the numerous beds around the room.

"You okay Lovi?" you asked.

"Of course I'm okay idiota! Treat Francis first, he got off the worst, then Gilbert. I'm not going to die or anything," he replied curtly.

Normally, you would have been a bit put off at his tone, but you could see the urgency underlying it. Nodding, you got to work. You had learned to put off your questions until you were done treating the necessary people, it only wasted time.

As you wheeled your tools towards your first patient, you told the others that dinner was in the kitchen, and they should go to sleep afterwards. They didn't need too much convincing. They had complete confidence in your skills by now.

Francis had multiple slash marks across his front, as well as a dislocated shoulder and a sprained ankle, and he seemed half passed out from the pain. Frowning, you decided to knock him out without even asking him (not that he would have been able to answer anything anyway), and once you did so, you cleaned and stitched up his wounds, giving him a few antidotes just in case the weapon used was poisoned, and set and immobilized his shoulder and ankle, before moving onto the next person.

Gilbert only had a few wounds, but they were pretty deep.

"So Gilbert, want me to knock you out, or just give you a shot?" you questioned, peeling off the bloodstained cloths and pressing clean ones on.

"Ugh, just numb me frau, I don't feeling like being more drugged than I need to," he groaned.

"Alrighty, but you have to wait a bit okay? Tell me when you can't feel your cuts anymore," you instructed.

While you gave him the shot, you said, "You're real lucky, you know that? That cut on your leg just missed your artery by centimeters and if that cut on your back had been any higher or any deeper, you wouldn't have been able to use your left hand ever again."

"Yeah yeah. I'm lucky, cuz I'm just that awesome. Deal with it," he retorted with a grin.

While you waited for the numbness to set in, you finally moved onto Lovino.

Quickly scanning his body, you saw that he was the only one who had a bullet wound, but he also had a couple knife wounds on his body, one right below his right collarbone, one slashing right across his left forearm, and the bullet was shot clean through his leg. Somehow, no major muscles or blood vessels were wounded. Really, the luck of these guys was really uncanny.

"You idiot. You scared me for a bit." you said disapprovingly, cleaning off the congealed blood from his wounds.

"Calm down bella. I'm a professional," he said calmly, watching you give him the numbing shots (he never got knocked out unless he absolutely had to, his request).

"Yeah, yeah," you replied, turning back to Gilbert, who was now dozing off a little. "But you're also my boyfriend. Isn't it kind of my job to worry?"

"I say it is!" Elizaveta chirped as she took a seat next to Gilbert, gently holding his hand.

You laughed as you started stitching the Prussian up.

"Yes, but you're not her boyfriend…" Lovino grumbled.

Laughing some more, you gave him a quick kiss on the cheek after finishing up Gilbert's leg wound before proceeding onto the gash on his back.

"Thank goodness for that!" you giggled.

You saw Lovino trying to get up out of the corner of your eye, and you frowned, "Stay still. You don't want to keep bleeding do you?"

Some more grumbles came over from his end as he slowly lay back down.

Finally, you finished up Gilbert, who was fast asleep by this point. Elizaveta yawned and announced she was turning in for the night, and left after pushing some of Gilbert's hair out of his eyes. After you bid her goodnight, you started on Lovino.

"You know (Name)," he murmured, "If you're going to kiss me, at least do it right."

You rolled your eyes and bent down, concentrating on stitching up the cut on his chest. You saw the Italian frown as you ignored his statement, and as soon as you cut the thread from the needle, he pulled you up slightly and gently kissed you. As you spluttered and tried to frown, he quickly kissed you again.

"The first was for not giving me one properly, and the second one is for ignoring me," he said smugly, lying back down.

You rolled your eyes and smacked your hand on his stomach, making him grunt in surprise.

"And that was for surprising me," you laughed.

He chuckled and let you have that, then let you finish up your work in a comfortable silence.

"Aaaaand done," you declared, cutting the thread off the needle off of the final wound.

As you glanced up, you saw that Lovino was half asleep. You quietly tiptoed out of the room to look for Ludwig. You really didn't want these guys sleeping in blood-covered sheets.

After you recruited his help, you got him to put Francis, Gilbert, and Lovino into their respective rooms. Lovino was last, and you sat next to him, fixing his sheets a little before stroking his hair.

"You didn't have to move me…" the mob boss mumbled.

"Yes I did. I have to clean those sheets you know," you laughed softly.

After a few more minutes of quiet, you started to creep out of the room, thinking that he was now asleep.

"(Name). I hope you're not leaving," Lovino suddenly said.

You jumped slightly before turning back with a sheepish expression.

"I thought you were sleeping. It's not my fault," you retorted, smiling as you made your way back across the room.

You sat softly on his bed, drawing your feet up and sitting cross-legged.

"So, now what?" you asked.

"Sleep with me," he said with a yawn.

You paused. Did he really just ask that? No, that was definitely more of a demand.

"Well, you're injured… that probably won't be a good idea you know," you said, trying to gently weasel out of this.

Really, as nice as it sounded, you still felt a bit of apprehension about sleeping with him. Of course, the two of you had cuddled on the couch during a movie now and then, but it wasn't exactly a normal thing.

"Please?" he pleaded, opening his eyes and giving you the tiniest hint of a puppy-dog look.

You groaned.

"No fair! That's supposed to be my thing!" you whisper-yelled.

Then you sighed, "Fine. I'll change, and if you're still awake when I come back, then I'll stay the night with you."

Without waiting for a response, you headed to your room, changed into your sleeping clothes, then walked back. You weren't exactly rushing, so you were a bit surprised to hear Lovino's voice the second you walked back in.

"I'm up. Looks like you're staying bella."

You rolled your eyes while smiling. You could practically hear the smug smile he had on his face.

"Looks like it," you replied playfully.

He drew back the covers, and you shyly crept under them. The Italian drew you closer with his uninjured arm and hugged you close, yawning again.

"Good night bella.." he mumbled.

"Good night…" you yawned back, closing your eyes.

After a few moments, you asked, "Hey Lovi? How'd you stay awake? I mean, honestly, it's not like I ran both ways."

After a few beats of silence, he answered, "I poked my arm every time I was about to fall asleep."

You stiffened, and your eyes shot wide open.

"Are you serious?!" you asked incredulously. "Your freaking injured arm?!? Why in the world would you-"

The mob boss had cut you off with a soft, quick kiss.

"Shut up ragazza. You worry too much. I'm sleeping now," he said, hugging you tighter.

You frowned for a bit before laughing a little. That was definitely the Lovino you knew and loved.

This was your life in the underworld now. And it really wasn't that bad.