Feliciano was happy to be home, and was in the kitchen, making a dish of Pasta for him and his brother when the doorbell rang. Expecting it to be Francis, Ludwig or Antonio, Feliciano did not answer but called out for the guest to come right on in. He hummed, making his dish. "Hello? I was sent here to meet you by order of my father?" "I'm in the kitchen, Fratello is up in his bedroom!" He heard shuffling and mumbling, of someone heading up the stairs. Hearing yelling from his brother, and then it was quiet, until after a moment, there was a loud, "CHIGI!" from his brother, and Feliciano chuckled, figuring that the kid must have pulled on his brother's curl, glad it wasn't him for once, but felt bad for Lovino.
"Kid, you shouldn't pull on people's hairs like that, didn't your dad say something about the italies being sensitive?"
"It wasn't complete symmetry! So, I fixed that."
"That doesn't mean you had to yank on his curl!" Feliciano turned around, saw a kid with three white stripes on the left side of his hair, dressed in a suit, and two girls. Feliciano immediately went to the girls, "ciao! I'm Feliciano Vargas! You're so pretty! Both of you! We should go on a daHHHHH!" and the Italian fell in a heap on the floor. The boy was standing beside him, a strange curl in his hand.
"If I had known you two were twins with the same thing, I'd have left you alone, symmetry would have been completed, but since I tore one curl out, I had to tear your's out too."
"kid!" the taller one exclaimed. "you complain about their hair not being symmetrical and yet your's isn't!" He fell to his knees, banging the ground, "you're right! I'm an abomination!" he went on about how he was damned, and the girls tried calming him down.
Ludwig barged into the house, calling out for Italy, and saw said Italian on the ground, another kid on the floor, and two girls around the kid. He saw the Italians curl on the floor, not attached and face palmed, "you screamed because of that…" He looked to the girls, "you!" he shouted, getting both of their attentions, the shorter one cowering behind the taller one. "What happened here?"
"Oh well… Kid was suppose to meet some people here, His father sent us, and well, Kid has this obsession of everything being symmetrical, and when he saw each one, they each had a strange curl on one side, but not the other, so he pulled the brother's curl off first, and then he pulled his curl off…" she pointed to the Italian on the floor in front of them shakily. For the first time, Ludwig smiled, and started laughing, just choosing to leave the house. He bumped into Antonio, and explained what was going on, then left, leaving a Spaniard laughing in the front lawn, till he felt a tomato hit his face, and a very sore looking Romano leaning out the window, all most looking like he would fall out any second.
The girls got Kid to feel better, and chose to leave a note, 'My name's Death the Kid, sorry for confusion, but it was not symmetrical, and I apologize. We will schedule another meeting.' The note was written in Box Letters in a sense, just so that the letters would be symmetrical. The Italians never understood it, but they did know, they most definitely did not want to meet that boy ever again. The girls were fine, but not the kid… Antonio and Ludwig welcomed all three into their homes, happy to have someone like them as company.
"Son, I have a complaint from the Vargas family, about their curls… Did you really yank the curls out? You do realize that your hair is different too right?" Death asked, and kid dropped to his knees again. "I'm doomed! I'm an abomination! I fail at life!"
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