Author's Note: SO UH.. I'm trying to get back into writing, since I stopped writing poetry, and I need to push all my frustration into SOMETHING or else I'll probably do something most of my friends will hate me for.
Anyway, I'm thinking this will have about 10-15 chapters since I'm crap at writing long stories and keeping up with the plot...
Hope you enjoy~

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He stared, unable to focus on what was being said to him. Vaguely he could hear his little brother crying, the tears running down his face in waves that matched the speed of his wails.

Three months. He had three months before his life was over, before he wouldn't be walking. Before he couldn't be with his friends anymore, before he couldn't kiss his bo- No.. Forget about him, Lovino. He though miserably. The bastard is dating Bella now. You know this. Don't be so hung over him. He broke up with you two months ago.. When you first got sick.

The air was tight and thick with tension. Confusion. Sorrow. He could hardly breathe.

"Are you sure, doctor?" His grandfather, Giulio asked, his voice raw with emotion, gruff with the tears he refused to shed in front of his boys. Poor Feli, he had lost his parents already. Was he really going to lose his brother too?

The doctor nodded solemnly. "I'm afraid so. Three months. There's no treatment for it, and even if there was, the amount of chemotherapy, the cost…" The older man looked through his paperwork. double checking. "The leukaemia is starting to rapidly progress. We can try to slow it down using chemotherapy, but we can't promise anything would get better."

Lovino gulped. "Doc, I don't want it. My family may be rich, but I refuse to cost them on something that wouldn't work. I'm accepting my fate." He closed his eyes, blinking back the tears.

He had so much he had wanted to do. He was going to become a chef; he already had a few on standby. Francis… Francis was going to help him, if he could stop his womanising ways for more than ten minutes. And Toni- No.

There was nothing he could do. He just wanted to be alone. He didn't want to hear his brother crying, knowing he was what caused it. Again. He couldn't. Lovino wanted to stop choking on the tense air that followed his sentence. But there was no hope was there? He would die. And eventually people would forget him. That was alright. It was what he wanted.

"Lovino Romano Vargas, we're not going to let you do this." Giulio said. "You're not going to give up just like that. You are stronger than this."

"It's my choice, Grandpa, and you can't stop me." Lovino opened his hazel eyes to glare at the men before him. "I don't fucking care if I'm not old enough to make my decisions quite yet. Stay with Feliciano. He'll need you more than ever now. I want to finish my schooling. As much as possible. Feli, please bring my work to me? And turn it in for me? I'm sure someone here would help me. I want to graduate."

Feliciano nodded, wiping his tears. His brother was dying. His rock, his statue. He was going to die, and it wasn't fair. It just wasn't fair. He felt as though time stood still, locking them in the moment of pain, but sped up at the same time. His time with Lovi was running out.

It was going to run out. Much faster than it should have.

Would he be there when Lovi took his final whispered breath?

The thought dizzied him. Everything was spinning; he couldn't make out what any of the shapes blurring and swimming before him was. He couldn't calm his heart. Feliciano felt it thudding against his chest, a stampede in the middle of the Savannah. Disturbing, loud, violent. A monster that would tear at him until he let it loose, and let himself panic.

He needed to sit down.

"Feliciano. I need you to listen to me." His brother was speaking, but it sounded echo-y. Far away. "You need to stay strong, okay? Take care of Grandpa, and make sure he doesn't get arrested for being the perverted bastard that he is. Take care of yourself. I'll be fine. I have three months. Ninety days, if you want to make it seem longer. I won't let this beat me before then. I promise, fratello." Feliciano nodded again, unable to speak.

He reached out and took Lovi's hand. It was pale, but that was to be expected. He hated it all. Everything. He would just have to keep a smile on his face. He had to prove to his brother that he was strong enough to take care of himself and their family. It was, to be exact, Lovi's dying wish. Feliciano hated himself for realising it. It just made everything seem true. It made the hope that this was all just a nightmare, a long never ending cruel nightmare, vanish.

Visiting hours ended, and they had to leave. Unfortunately, it was Sunday, so Feliciano couldn't visit him until after school. He hoped he'd be alright. That the illness that took his mother's life, wouldn't have another hit at his family. He swore he'd be back though. As soon as school ended.

Lovino watched the door shut, his brother's hollow eyes never leaving him. Slowly the tears started to fall. He was stuck in a hospital. Stuck. He was going to die there, and if he didn't he would die in his house. He'd rather die in the hospital. At least then his family wouldn't have the memories whenever they walked into the gloomy room.

"Damn it. What did I do to deserve this?" He whispered, curling under the blanket on the horrible bed. "Is it because I call everyone names? They know it's signs of affection that I'll never be able to say now… I'm not ready to die."

He closed his eyes, uncaring that it was barely past nine. He remembered when he first got sick. His muscles weakened, he hadn't been able to play soccer with Feliciano or the others without feeling out of breath. He could barely move on some days.

After he was taken to the hospital, and diagnosed, he stopped trying all together. What was the point in playing a game when it'd just be another reminder to those who cared about you that you were no longer there?

There was no point. Just like there was no point trying to find ways to beat a fatal disease. Maybe they'd find it for someone in the future, but not for him.

His breathing became shallow as he fell into a dark slumber.
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End Author's Notes: So yes not that long. I'm hoping as I get into it and into writing again, chapters will grow but I think this is about 1200 words, so that's not too bad right? Since this is just the opening anyway..
Prussia will be introduced next chapter!