With them being fully out of debt, they could afford a New Years party as well. Lovino smiled in content after Christmas fell through well, sipping a small glass of wine. At the moment, he had nothing to worry about but his mafia. His family. His Spanish lover came up behind him and kissed the curve of his neck slightly, wrapping his arms around him.

"Hola~"

"Ciao, Antonio."

Antonio climbed over the couch and sat next to the Italian, resting his head on his shoulder for attention.

"Hey, Lovi?"

"Hm?"

The Spanish man paused for a moment, feeling something was different about Lovino.

"When should we start setting up for New Years...?"

Lovino looked over at him and kissed the top of his head.

"Whenever is fine. I might go back to sleep until the party starts, I'm not feeling that great."

Antonio jumped up and pressed his lips to Lovino's forehead to check if he had a fever. The Italian pouted and pushed him lightly.

"I'll be fine, Antonio. No need to freak out."

Lovino stood up, leaning down to kiss the Spanish man's lips softly before heading to his room. He closed the door and locked it, opening the window. The Italian leaned back in his chair and pulled out his hidden pack of cigarettes, lighting one up. He was ashamed, promising both his lover and brother that he wouldn't do it anymore and he cracked. But Lovino need this with how stressed his was. He ran his fingers through his dark red-brown hair and looked at the letter he had recieved in the mail. A death threat from Ivan. Lovino tossed it to the side and grit his teeth, pissed beyond all belief. Ivan wanted a one on one match between him and there was no way in hell he could take it by himself, let alone even be able to get one punch in and survive. He knew he needed help but it wasn't going to happen, if he showed up with anybody, Ivan would kill them and then go straight for the hideout. The thought of all of men dying in front of him after everything they had been through together mad him want to curl up in a ball and just cry. He loved his mafia with all his heart and soul, especially Antonio and Feliciano. Lovino finished his cigarette, flicked the butt out of the window, closed it and laid on his bed. He thought of how in the hell he was going to get out of this one alive with absolutely no help what so ever. Meanwhile, Antonio was still sitting on the couch trying to figure out why Lovino was acting different. Was it something he did? Was he hiding something from him? The Spanish man sighed as Feliciano sat next to him. The younger Italian tilted his head the older Spainard, looking a little worried.

"What's wrong, Toni? Where's fratello?"

Antonio looked up him, worry filling his green eyes.

"He went to go take a nap, he said he wasn't feeling well but...I'm worried about him..."

"It's probably just stress, you know how hard he works himself. I can talk to him later if you'd like!"

The Spainard smiled slightly, pulling Feliciano into a hug.

"Muchas gracias! If anything is seriously wrong, please let me know."

Later that night, Feliciano went into Lovino's room through the shared door and saw him reading.

"Fratello...?"

The older Italian didn't look up from his book, just sighed and turned the page.

"Si?"

"Antonio said you weren't feeling well so I thought I would come check on you...Is anything wrong...?"

"Nothing is wrong, Feliciano. No need to concern yourself."

The younger Italian looked down then walked over to his brother's bed, climbing in and cuddling next to him. He could feel the stress and fear in Lovino's aura, him being the only one he could read since they're twins.

"Fratello..."

"I'm fine, Feli. I swear I am, go to bed."

Feliciano looked down, curling up closer to Lovino.

"Can I sleep with you tonight...? I'm still worried and I want to be completely positive that you're okay..."

Lovino sighed, closing his book and looking at his brother, pulling him in for a hug.

"Si, fratello. Actually, I could use some comfort at the moment. I lied...I'm not okay..I'm far from it.."

He held onto his brother tightly, not wanting to let him go. Feliciano pet his hair and brought his face up, their similar eyes meeting.

"Tell me, Lovino..."

"I got a death threat from Ivan...wanting me to fight him one on one and ready to kill anybody who interferes..."

Feliciano grit his teeth, holding onto Lovino tighter. He seemed like a wuss, but when it came to his brother he wasn't afraid to kill to make sure he was safe. Lovino was all Feliciano had left and he wasn't about to lose him too. The younger Italian kissed his brother's head, letting him know that he would be there for himuntil the very end no matter what happened. Lovino looked up at his brother, a few tears of fear falling.

"You won't tell the others...right..?"

"Not if you don't want me to."

"Especially not Antonio...?"

"Not even him. I know he'll want to help as soon as he found out. He really does love you, Lovi."

Lovino looked down, feeling bad that the man who was deeply in love with him was clueless to the death threat but Antonio couldn't know or he'd be killed. Feliciano stared off in thought, thinking about he could interfere without Lovino's knowledge. He had to organize some plan behind his brother's back in order to keep him safe but he would need some help. Help of old friends that he would only call in as a drastic measure. The younger Italian looked down at his older brother, seeing he had fallen asleep. Feliciano smiled at how cute he looked when he wasn't tense and adjusted slightly to a comfortable position without waking Lovino. 'I really hope they come through for me. They promised they would be there if the account desperately called for it. Only they have knowledge of Ivan's mafia and how to defeat him...Nikola Hinova and Vladmir Gabor...' Feliciano fell asleep thinking about he he could contact the two of them without Lovino knowing with his arms wrapped tightly around his older fratello for warmth.