I don't know if i'm going to turn this into an actual fanfiction so I am going to post little teasers until a decision is made <3

LANGUAGE WARNING

"What the fuck is he doing here?" he whispered under his breath. That caught Henry's attention.

"What do you mean? Anthony, who is here?" Henry forced Anthony to face him and he could see a war raging in the boy's eyes.

"My- my older brother. Andrew." he said. Henry looked back over the counter and searched for anyone who resembled Anthony but he couldn't see a single blond head of hair. Which was strange because both Molly and Anthony were blond.

"He's the one in the fedora." Anthony whispered in Henry's ear. He nearly fired his gun, Anthony startled him so bad. But when he looked back over, sure enough, only one was wearing a fedora.

He was on the shorter side with black hair that looked like it hadn't been brushed and he was wearing a black coat, pants, and boots. He, as well as the rest of them, were holding various pistols like 357 Magnums and double-action revolvers. His eyes were stern as they swept the room. Henry ducked back down when he turned his gaze to the bar and all three boys waited with bated breath. Soon the firing stopped.

"Check the back rooms." a voice barked. He had an italian accent so Henry assumed it was Andrew. Henry looked over at the two next to him and his eyes widened. Silent tears were running down Anthony's cheeks and Philip looked scared half to death. At first, Henry thought that Andrew and his gang were going to leave but his heart stopped when Andrew opened his mouth again.

"Don't forget to check behind the bar." Anthony's hand flew to his mouth as his tears began to fall faster. Philip curled in on himself and buried his face in his knees. Henry knew that they could possibly be killed for being found so he closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and stood up.

Philip's head shot up, Anthony let a gasp escape his lips, and Andrew's eyes widened.

"Sai cosa fare. (You know what to do.)" Andrew hissed in Italian to the two men next to him. Henry vaulted over the bar and gave himself up.

"Vaffanculo. (Fuck you.)" Henry spat back snarkily in Italian. Andrew's eyes widened at learning Henry's multilingualism for a split second before motioning to the men to take Henry away. 

If you are Italian or can speak Italian i am so sorry i used google translate... also the picture is supposed to be Andrew. its not mine.