Hi people, this is my second story. Same as the last one, and more in the future, it's based off of a song. The plot of this story, however, will stick to the lyrics of the song more than the last one, so I hope you like it! This is a PruMano, which is my OTP (I ship all forms of it because it's just so cute)!

Lovino, age 6, and his twin brother Feliciano sat down on the couch. They looked up at their grandfather, Romulus, with bright eyes. Romulus sat across from them. Even though the two were very young, they were still brilliant children and were well-mannered when they wanted to be. "So, kids, I know we had plans to send you to school here, but there has been a change in my plans. We're going to Germany, where Lovino will stay with me. Our family friend, Elizaveta, has offered to take Feliciano to Austria for his education."

The twins were silent for a minute before Feliciano burst into tears, clutching his elder twin's shirt. "But I can't leave fratello! We're twins! We have to stick together, grandpa! You can't make me leave him!" Lovino had pulled Feliciano into a protective hug and refused to let go, even when their grandfather cast them a stern look.

"It's final, you two." His voice was suddenly tinged with warning. "I've gotten a job offer there from a friend of mine. He was generous enough to allow us to stay with him, all of us, for a week. When Feliciano is sent to Austria, I have to find another place to stay with Lovino. It won't be so bad; my friend has a grandson about your age. He's just a year older. I'm sure you'll all be great friends during Feliciano's stay and, hopefully, Lovino, you two will stay friends. I wouldn't want you to be lonely without your brother."

Lovino's face turned sour. "Do you really expect that I will forget all about my brother and like this new German more? Because that isn't going to happen!" He was glaring at Romulus, venom in his words. "Feliciano isn't going anywhere! He's staying with us! You can't just send him away to some other place without me, without you, or anyone else!"

Romulus growled. "It's final. No more questions or anything. I don't want to hear another word against my decision from either of you. I'll be packing all your things so you don't forget any and we'll be in Germany hopefully tomorrow."

He then stood, leaving the two twins to sob over their fate. Romulus felt bad, he wasn't a mean man, but he had promised his childhood friend that they would be there to accept the job. They hadn't seen each other in almost a decade and he hadn't wanted to pass up the opportunity. The twins would have to deal with it, but Romulus knew it was a little bit harsh to keep them apart, but preparations had already been made. He would have to stick with his decision.

The rest of the day was miserable for them all. Feliciano wouldn't stop crying and Lovino wouldn't leave his brother's side. The elder twin just kept glaring at his grandfather, not speaking. When he did decide to speak, however, he let out a string of profanities and harsh words that cut right through the older man's spirit.

Romulus was almost relieved when they got on the plane to Germany. Lovino and Feliciano had fallen asleep, leaning against each other. He had to admit, the two were adorable and he would regret being without Feliciano. He was always the more obedient one, the nicest one, and he did his chores without too much of a fuss. Feli was hard to take care of sometimes, while Lovino was more of a wild, independent spirit.

A few hours later, Lovino was sitting on the porch of a nicely-kept house somewhat out of town. They were actually on the borderline of Germany and East Germany, the state of Prussia. It was an old brick road, but Lovino hardly paid attention. He was angry that Feliciano would be leaving in a week and there was nothing he could do about it. He hadn't even gone inside. Lovi let his grandfather carry in all of his things and since he knew Romulus would decorate the twins' room to his liking anyway, he could unpack the boxes for all Lovino cared.

His feet just barely touched the ground from the porch swing the elder twin was sitting on. He had to push himself back with the very tips of his toes to get the swing to move. Lovino wondered if the reason they moved was because he could never do anything right. What if Romulus was really planning on leaving him alone with these people? What if he was going to get rid of him?! Lovino's eyes watered and he promised himself that he would try harder to clean up without making even more of a mess and to be nicer; it was just hard to do with his chorea.

Suddenly the door was blown open so fast and so forceful that it bounced against the wall of the house and came right back to hit the exiting boy in the face. "OW! That was not awesome!" The boy said in an annoying Germanic accent. Lovino took him in with a quick once-over, not really wanting another person to be out here with him.

The other had white hair with a silvery tinge that shone faintly in the faint winter sunlight. His skin was almost the same color as his hair, but just a shade darker. Their eyes met for a split second before Lovino looked away with a huff of annoyance. Within that second, though, Lovino thought he'd seen more shades of red than he'd ever thought existed.

They were both silent for a moment, the German boy rubbing his head where there was no doubt a knot forming from being hit so hard by the door. The new boy stood up finally, walking over to Lovino. "Hallo, I'd heard that there were two Italians coming, but I was wondering why there was only one!" He said quite loudly, making Lovino cringe and want to cover his ears. "My name's Gilbert, but you can call me the King of Awesomeness! I must say, you're cuter than I thought you'd be."

Lovino wasn't sure what to say to that, so he just stayed silent. The silence between the two could most definitely be described as awkward and Gilbert, not able to stand the quiet, crossed his arms. "Well if you don't talk then you're obviously not as awesome as me! What's your name, un-awesome boy?"

The Italian, quick to anger, growled. "My name's Lovino, you asshat. I don't care if you think you're awesome or not, you're nothing but a stupid bastard!" He expected the other to cry or at least go away, but to his annoyance, and surprise, Gilbert just grinned widely and held out his hand to shake.

"Well, Lovi, I think we'll be great friends!"