Title: Last Christmas.
Rating: K+.
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Germancest; Lovina, Feliciano/Feliciana.
Summary: A small snapshot of the last Christmas Lovina and Feliciana spent with their parents.
Truthfully, Lovina had never liked sweets, contrary to her twin sister Feliciana, who could put away a pound of candy if she had a mind to. But, the older of the Vargas – though at the time they were still Beilschmidt – twins did like milk, which wasn't too sweet, and occasionally a bit of honey in it. She most preferred the combination of these two just before bed, as it seemed to help her sleep, something that, even at four years old, she had always had trouble with. In any event, it was a normal evening, if a bit later than usual, when the quieter of the two sisters snuck down the stairs to get her nightly cup of warm milk; she didn't always have the honey in it, but she wanted to tonight.
As it was later than normal, though not by more than ten to twenty minutes (not that she knew that), Lovina knew she had to be quiet; after all, Mommy and Daddy did go to sleep some time after she and Feliciana did. Of course, the little girl couldn't quite tell time yet, nor did she know that her parents had their own… special Christmas celebration planned. That was the second thing that made the current night just a little different from the norm – it was Christmas Eve. It was on her way to the kitchen, past the mostly-closed door to the living room, when Lovina heard the strange sounds.
Confused, she forgot her milk for the moment, and stepped closer to the door, daring to look through the crack between the door and the frame. Her four-year-old mind couldn't quite compute what she was seeing, or what she was hearing, and so she simply stared in shock, frozen in place in confusion. What she saw would have only made sense to someone at the very least four years older than she was. Julie was situated on Monika's lap, the blonde in question wore a short, tight red dress edged in white faux fur (supposedly evocative of Santa), and the two were thoroughly engrossed in trying to make-out as silently as possible, though the paler, older female's giggles were making such attempts nearly futile.
Standing stock still at the door, any exclamation of shock the older four-year-old may have made was cut off by a pre-emptive, and very familiar, hand closing over her mouth. As it was, Lovina was only just responsive enough for Feliciana, who was being surprisingly cavalier about the whole thing, to tug her older sister back upstairs and to their bedroom, while making sure that their parents didn't notice anything was amiss. Situating them both back into their bed (they would have shared up until the present, as they had until they were ten, had events not separated them after) the younger muttered, in a tone more suited to her older sister, "Honestly, sorella, didn't Nonno teach you anything?" Eventually, both twins fell asleep, but not without their different reactions burned into each other's memories. And, needless to say, Lovina never did get her milk with honey.
Of course, it mattered little, when their family was ripped apart the next day, and the twins were placed into Romulus' care; they wouldn't see their parents again for the next thirteen years.