My name is Feliciano. I live in Rome, Italy. My brother and I have lived under multiple foster parents' houses throughout our life, or rather the time we've been in the orphanage (8 years). I am twelve, and I've had six already! My brother, Lovino, gets angry so easily. He's got a silly way to show his love! Or I think it's love...every time he tells me to "shut the fuck up" I still know we're close. But anyway, his temper is crazy~! Whenever he does something bad, the people get mad, then he gets mad. Next thing I know, we're waiting for another person to temporarily take us in. I think no one will adopt us. Especially since Lovino and I are getting older. The orphanage lady said people don't usually take in the "big kids". I hope she's wrong though. If someone would adopt us, we wouldn't have to exchange from school to school, and we could make new friends!

"Boys, we talked to a man on the phone, and he'd be interested in meeting you two. Act your best, Lovino," our apparent "legal guardian" (until we're adopted at least) Ms. Abate but the emphasis on my twin brothers name. He WAS the one that always screwed things up.

"Shut it, bitch!" Lovino demanded as he puffed up his cheeks furiously.

"Y'see, that's exactly why you don't have any parents."

I looked at her with large, golden eyes with disapproval. This is as close as I had ever gotten for standing up for myself, or my brother. Stupid wimpy loser...I tugged at my brother's sleeve like a toddler does to their mother.

"What do you want, stupid fratello?" Lovino asked impatiently.

"Ve, what if no one ever wants us?"

My fratello sighed, "It'll be okay, right?"

I nodded slowly, "But it'd be so nice if we were to get adopted!"

"We don't need a stupid-ass guardian, damn it!"

I looked up at him in bewilderment, "Lovino, are you trying to avoid being adopted?"

My big brother looked down. I felt betrayed. Disappointed. Slightly ashamed of him. Why would he do this to me? Tears filled my eyes as I struggled to look him in the eye. Lovino instantly began to look guiltily at me, his sensitive little sibling. Of course, he knew all I wanted was to get out of the orphanage, but Lovino didn't exactly want to get picked up by someone. He found there to be a bit of a dilemma there.

"Why..?" I asked, giving him wide, wet eyes.

"Trust issues..." Lovino confessed, rubbing the back of his head, looking away from me. To his obvious surprise, I hugged him tight around the chest, locking his arms in my weak hold.

"But brother...not everyone is...evil..." I assured, releasing him.

Lovino shook his head. My big brother had lost all trust for adults after...this one time...when we were little. I couldn't really blame him for feeling this way, but it'd be better if he'd cease to distance himself from the grown-ups. Chances of starting over with a better life are dwindling into thin air as Lovino's distrust grows stronger. We were finding ourselves in a horrible situation, ve...

"Look, it's getting late, and we're gonna have a big day ahead of us," Lovino right now was sounding like an actual nice kid instead of the fucking jerk he always is...excuse my language.

We climbed into bed together. The thin, white sheets were pulled over our adorable heads as we settled into the lumpy-mattress'd bed. It was freaking cold, and the sheet wasn't doing anything. I scooted to Lovino's side. Hoping he'd feel warmer, I was disappointed to find that when my arm touched his, I could only feel sheer coldness. However, my warmth must've been radiating onto him, for he gave out a sigh that sounded like he'd just been relieved of a pain...which he was, because freezing is a pain!

"Lovino, will you please make an effort, ve..?" I asked sleepily, rubbing his eyes.

"Idiot, what're you talking about?"

"Tomorrow...when we meet the guy, please try to be good."

"Ah...'try'...yes, I'll try..."

That was about as close to an "I'm sorry" that I would get. Ve, I trusted my brother to help me out this time.

"Sleep now, dumbass," Lovino closed his eyes, and he nuzzled against his pillow.

"You're a good brother~!" I hugged Lovino close. He was either asleep or ignoring me, for he didn't reply. My fratello never wanted to accept my brotherly affection. Silly, he thinks it's too mushy for him. Ah whatever, ve.

For a while, I had trouble sleeping. Will Lovino keep his promise? I was really counting on him for this one. When I did fall asleep, it was very late at night. I could only assume...past midnight?

The next day, the we woke up extra early to tidy up our appearance. We wore our fancy church outfits and brushed our hair for a change. After we were prepared, we waited for the guest to arrive, which did in about an hour.

"You're possible new foster parent has arrived," Ms. Abate peeked into our small room.

We ran to meet the person who'd come to see them, Lovino wearing a frown the whole time. Standing before them was a young Spanish man.

"Hola!" he greeted with a smile, "My name is Antonio!"

My eyes lit up, "Ah! You are a Spanish guy! That's so cool!" My brother stared at me with a "what the fuck" face. Ve, I get excited easily, but seriously...he was Spanish! Not Italian! Is this like how the weird American girls start going crazy over a British guy who moved to their town? No, wait, they wanna have sex with them...eeew that'd be totally gross! But anyway, I liked people with cool accents, they sound cool (author note: It may seem that way, but Feli isn't gay for Antonio in this moment or story, he's just kinda an awkward kid).

The Spaniard chuckled at my ridiculous behavior. My brother looked like he was trying to hide his face. Awww he already got embarrassed by me. Big brother thinks that he needs to act normal...but his temper is nowhere near normal! Silly~!

"I am Feliciano, this is my brother Lovino!" I introduced with a robe-curtsey.

"Feli, don't do that, you're not a girl, dumbass!" Lovino pulled me up from my curtsey.

"So-rryyy~!" I chirped with a giggle.

"Well, nice to meet you boys!" Antonio grinned, looking down at us.

"Yeah, hm nice to meet you, bast- I mean mister..." Lovino grimaced to himself.

"Ah, Ms. Abate told me a lot about you two boys. Especially you, Lovino."

I smiled at Lovino until I realized that it wasn't a particularly GOOD thing that the head talk about him.

"Damn bitch..." cursed Lovino, with a picture of Ms. Abate in his mind.

Antonio ruffled our hair. It was like you totally ignored what my dirty-mouthed brother had just said.

"Your Italian accents are so adorable!"

"And your Spanish accent is queer," my brother was obviously not thinking before he spoke. I gave him a desperate looking stare. He sighed and I knew he got what I was trying to tell him.

"I suppose it is."

The man was in good humor. He was the only one I had met who hadn't scolded my brother at this point. My eyes shimmered.

"Mister Antonio! You will keep us right? This time you'll not bring us back?" I chattered, unaware he had no idea what I was talking about.

"Hm?"

"The six people before didn't want us! I have a feeling you'll be different!"

"Six..."

How had he not had been told about the six others..? Oh crap! I think I ruined our chances! And Lovino had tried so hard this time! Oh no no no! I looked at Lovino with apologetic eyes. He looked at me blankly, then grunted.

"So I am seven...seven will be your lucky number then!"

Oh. My. God. I hadn't screwed things up.

"W-...really, ve?!"

Wasn't it a bit of a rash move to just assume he'd want to keep us...but who cares! This fostering session should last a month (we hadn't ever made over a week), so in a month we'll officially be outa here! Happy day! After Antonio filled out some important looking papers, we were sent over with him to his house. It was huuuuuuuuge and old looking. Like a grandma's house!

"Okay boys, get unpacked. You have a few days to settle in so relax."

"A few days?"

"You go to school in four days. I have you registered to this nice public school!" he said smiling as he always seems to do.

I cheered and Lovino groaned. He's not good at making friends...oh wait, I am not either, haha! But I'm optimistic about things so it's not as bad for me.

We hauled our bags to our room. There was a huge bed awaiting us. Like...two times bigger than the one that we're used to! We put our bags on the bed. Lovino pulled out a pillow first.

"Lovino, you can't steal the orphanage's pillows!" In reply, fratello just hugged it close like a baby and his stuffed companion.

"This pillow carries sentimental value. I've known it for so long..." he addressed it as if it were living.

"Ve, you've never taken it with you before."

"That's cuz all those other times, I knew I was gonna get thrown back, cuz I was scaring them away...duh, bastard."

He plopped onto his bed and took out a picture frame.

"Oh, you had it! Thank our Heavenly Father, I thought we left it behind!" I picked the picture frame up. It was an old picture of our parents. It's a big deal. I put it on our new nightstand.

"Yeah well, I knew I couldn't trust you to bring it, cuz your so damn forgetful, so I brought the fucking thing."

I ignored his comment about being "so damn forgetful" and gave him a wide, bright smile. Suddenly, I heard clawing at the door, and then I screamed.

"Idiot..." Lovino muttered as he opened the door. It was just a brown tabby.

"Awwwww, he has a kitty!" I picked up the kitten and began to fawn over it. Her mews were so cute~! I love cats. Petting her, hugging her, scratching her chin, I was all over her.

"F-Fratello you're acting ridiculous over that small cat!"

"She's so gorgeous~! Ve!"

Antonio came in to check on us and saw me with the cat.

"Where did you get that cat?" he asked, kneeling down to my eye level.

I cocked my head, "She was scratching at our door. Isn't she yours?"

Antonio shook his head. I looked at the kitten, who licked my nose. I squealed!

"It- I mean she must've walked in when I left the door ajar for a moment," Antonio guessed, patting the feline's head, "We gotta put up found posters."

"Aw...okay, ve."