"It's just a stupid shirt!"

Flavio trembled, enraged by his brother's statement. "It was a pure silk blouse, signed by my favorite 19th century fashion designer!" he shouted, tears brimming the corners of his eyes. "And you RUINED IT!"

Luciano rolled his eyes. "Well that's what you fucking get for trying to forcing me into it!"

"I just wanted to see how it'd look on you!"

"Well now you can see how it looks in the trash!" Luci screamed.

Flavio gasped and scoffed, clutching the battered fabric to his chest. "Don't you say that again!"

"You are such a materialistic jerk," the younger growled, squinting with rage.

The elder huffed, face quickly growing redder as he became angrier. "Well you're a selfish little cazzo!" he exclaimed in defense.

"I am?" Luci seethed, his aura growing dark.

"Si," the blond grunted. "You don't care what you destroy!" he shouted and whipped the ruined clothing onto the ground, glaring at his brother.

"Well you don't care about anyone but yourself!" Luci argued, his voice raising with each word.

"Oh, you're one to talk," Flavio tsked and rolled his eyes, crossing his arms and looking away. He began to carelessly ramble on about it. Luciano did the same, rambling on as well. For nearly an hour, the two of them continued ranting over each other without even bothering to listen to the other. At some point, they were arguing about entirely different subjects, barely aware of one another. "And I swear, I was amazing as always. But nooo, you just had to insult my beautiful singing in front of everybody!"

"You were always praised by everybody!" Luci ranted, facing away from his brother without hearing a word that he had said. "You think you are so perfect, don't you?"

"Really, you just can't handle fabulousness, can you, fratello?" Flav rambled, shaking his head. "I don't know why I even bother to help you."

"You think everybody has to be like you," Luci grumbled.

"Well I'm done dealing with you!"

"I can be however I want, asshole fratello."

"I'm going out," Flavio said and waltzed over to the doorway, grabbing one of his jackets from a coat rack. "Have fun sitting all alone!" he shouted, glaring at his brother before leaving and slamming the door shut.

Luciano ground his teeth together as he watched his brother leave. "Yeah, well it's better than being with you!" he shouted even though his brother had already gone. He stood there numbly as he heard the car start up and drive off. Letting out a breath he hadn't known he'd been holding, he let his anger sink away. He looked down at the torn up shirt on the ground, picking it up to examine it. "Stupid fratello," he mumbled quietly and walked into the kitchen, tossing it in the trash. He stretched and headed down the hall to his office. Stacks of paper were piled high on the desk. Some littered the floor while others were crumbled into balls around the trash can. Having two personifications for the same country, his bosses had decided to cut the deadlines in half. Too bad Flavio never did his part. Luci wanted nothing more than to enjoy his time along. But unfortunately, he had a lot of work to get finished.

Sorry, I suck at intros. Anyway, hope you liked it. I've got a lot of future chapters in mind. There will be a mix of humor, romance, cutesy family stuff, angst, and so on. So each chapter isn't necessarily dependent on the one before it. Some will be. But for the most part, each chapter is its own little drabble. Hope you enjoy reading them.