Title: Beginning
Characters: Romano, Italy, Rome.
Description: Lovino dreams of life in the sky
Notes: For the "Write 30 Drabbles (Or Whatever) Challenge"; these will be the main story to my El Aeropuerto verse; Lovino is 12 and Feliciano is around 6 or so. I realize they are closer in age canonically, but allow me to amuse myself.
Back and forth, back and forth; kick out, kick in. The swing Lovino Vargas was in moved constantly, bringing him closer and closer to the sky. His father said he was too old to be swinging and daydreaming, but he didn't care; this was the closest he could get to the sky. The closest he could get to the one place he had always dreamed of being…
"Lovino, it's not working again!" Feliciano, Lovino's younger brother, cried out. Lovino sighed deeply, putting his feet down into the mulch below him, on the wretched ground, and slowed his descent.
"Yeah, yeah, coming…" Lovino mumbled, walking over to Feliciano and giving him yet another push upwards. "Just remember to keep pumping your feet this time; I'm tired of pushing you."
Feliciano nodded energetically, pumping his feet in a rhythm that allowed his swing to move continuously. Lovino returned to his own swing.
When he looked back up at the sky, he noticed a plane; his heart soared, and a smile graced his features. He would be up there, he knew it; he had to! He didn't even care what he did up there. He just needed to be there, in the air, flying about, traveling, seeing all sorts of people and places and doing things and living-
"Feli! Lovi! Come inside, your parents are worried about you!" Their grandfather, Roma, called out to them; Lovino scowled. They had only just gotten there! The sun was still-
Oh. It had almost set.
Lovino looked over to his brother, and noticed he had fallen asleep in his swing, the back to the swing making it easy to do so. He sighed as he stood, his legs wobbly from swinging for so long, and he picked up Feliciano. The boy mumbled in his sleep, but Lovino hushed him with promises that he would be tucked into bed soon.
When Lovino reached the house, he handed Feliciano to his grandfather, who took the boy with a smile.
He opened his window right before bed, and gazed at the stars; a few seemed like they were moving, and he entertained ideas that they were airplanes, and he fell asleep with thoughts and dreams of flying going through his mind.