Welcome to Persistence! Named rightly so as I am overwhelmed by ideas that have no story base or time to become!

Yes, this is going to be one of those 'collection of ideas and random chapters' things. I find them interesting and have, like, two or three in my favorites because they really are such a smart idea when you end up in a position like me, with too much in and not enough out.

To start us off, i have a random chapter from my 'once a one-shot now (eventually) a chapter story', Arise (told ya i had an idea for it~). Now, don't get too excited because this is about all i actually have typed out for that story. Seriously. I suck. But, if you want to use your imagination, this would be like...chapter 5 or 6 i think.

To really understand, i would suggest you read Arise and then this, but you don't have to. That third paragraph there...ya that one, it's a 'think back' paragraph. Sums up what happened.

So, if you're tired of my blabbering, enjoy~

Lovino heaved a heavy sigh as he slid the key into the lock and turned it. This day could not get any worse. After all, being stalked by a Spaniard was enough, wasn't it? On top of that, the bastard was a fucking wolf. A fucking wolf! Ugh…stupid, fucking worthless day.

He opened the door to the delicious smell of Liz's cooking and the loving tunes of Roderich at the piano, ah how perfect. Now this could improve his day. "Liz! Rod! I'm home!" Sure enough, the sound of the oven shutting was followed by the soft slapping of socks against hardwood floors as Elizaveta came around the corner. "Lovi! Did you have fun with your friend?" Lovino grimaced. "Not exactly. The bastard is…ugh." He slid off his shoes at the door and unbuttoned his jacket, which Liz helped him to pull off. "I'm just going to go see Feli." Liz's smile widened. "Okay dear~ He asked about you today. I told him you were with a friend. Diner should be ready in an hour." Lovino nodded, before turning towards the stairs.

On his way up, he couldn't help but think back through everything that had happened in the past two months. He goes out on business to Spain, stays out too late, gets attacked by a fucking animal that turns out to be a werewolf claiming that they were meant to be 'mates', he's stuck in the hospital unconscious for three weeks before he finally was able to wake up and get back to his life (aka freaked out housemates/sitters/friends and little brother that couldn't even really understand why he was gone in the first place) and then the fucking Spaniard stalks him back to Italy in time for his first full moon. On top of that, Feliciano seemed to have somehow known or something because he finally seemed to trust him again after hours and hours of holding his hand and hoping he would stop panicking for no reason.

"Now that stupid bastard won't leave me alone. You'd think a few uninterested meetings would scare him away…" Of course not, the fucker. Lovino reached the top landing and went to his brother's door, quickly sliding on the slippers before softly knocking his rhythm, waiting exactly six seconds and then opening the door. "Feli? I'm home."

Feliciano was sitting on his stool with a large canvas in front of him, busying himself with making slow, delicate green strokes down the bottom edge. The older Italian stepped into the room and closed the door behind him. "Whatcha painting, Feli?" The younger didn't respond, just continuing to paint. Lovino smiled, walking over and carefully wrapping his arms around Feli's waist and placing his head on his shoulder. "Let me see." So far the once white canvas was covered in blues and green with splashes of yellow, brown and red to depict a meadow, the same meadow that Feliciano painted so often. "It's beautiful, fratello." Turning his head, he gave his brother a quick kiss on the cheek, to which the other responded with an affirmed hum.

This was the moment he loved. When it was just him and his brother together, with Roderich downstairs playing the piano, which was right below them so easily heard, and Elizaveta cooking, with delicious smells wafting up through the floors and in through the walls. This was the moment he treasured. "Liz says you asked about me?" Feli's hand paused for a split second before continuing, his throat making a small whine. Lovino kissed his cheek again. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you I was leaving. I know you were probably worried and I really didn't mean to. You remember that…that guy I told you about?" a slight nod. "W-Well, he called me and…I thought I'd just meet with him again…I don't know…" It wasn't like it had been a waste of time; it had just been really weird.

Feliciano whined again and Lovino smiled, hugging him close, feeling slight pride once again when he felt his little brother lean against him and stopped moving his brush. "Shhh, it's okay, fratello. I have you. I have you."

"I-I…m…missed…you."

"I missed you too, Feli. I promise I won't ever do that again, ok?" A nod. "Good, good." He held onto him a little longer before pulling back and leaning forward to kiss the top of his head. "Okay now, I do believe I smell your favorite cooking downstairs. Do you want to go and watch Liz cook? Maybe she'll let you help her again?"

"Y-Ya…"

"Alright, Feli, here, I'll take your brush then we'll go wash off some of this paint and take you down, si?"

"…si."

Lovino always felt happiness when Feli communicated with words. It was rare when he did so since he just didn't care for talking, which was sad, because Lovino just loved hearing him talk. "Okay, let's get you up." Holding the bush and palate in one hand, he held Feliciano's with the other and led him to the other side of his room towards the bathroom to help him wash the paint off everything. He hummed quietly to himself while he worked his hands to help Feli clean and after several minutes, the paint was gone and Lovino was pulling him back into the main room and towards the door. Feliciano shuffled with his eyes downcast and head slightly bent forward while Lovino made sure he didn't trip or run into anything, which he tended to do. At the door, Lovi left his slippers while Feli kept his on and they slowly made their way down the hall and to the stairs, where Roderich was coming up.

"Hello, Lovino, Feliciano."

"Hey, Rod. Feli, are you going to say hi?" the younger gave a small whine and Lovino tried not to sigh. Apparently he was done speaking for the day. "Feli's going to go see if Liz will let him cook again." Roderich nodded. "I see, well, she probably will. You did very well last time, Feliciano." Feli nodded. "I…like to…cook." That brought another smile to Lovino's face. "I'm glad, fratello, now let's go see if she'll let you. Come on." He gave a slight tug on the hand in his hold and once again they were on their way.

Short, yes, i agree. Sorry, but i'm not sure what would happen after that.

If you followed and have questions, i can kinda answer them, but not a lot.

Yes, Feli is special, but it's not what you're thinking. I was going for an autism/asperger syndrome type deal with him, but, because i can, that is NOT what he has! It's what they think he has. Heehee~ So i can really do what i want with him and how he reacts to the world around him, using those as my base.

Yes, it's a werewolf story. Read my A/N for Arise.

Meh, vampires and other such creatures will be making appearances, i just have to plan that out better.

Anything else? Well, give me some R&R then~