Lovino groaned as he heard the pitter-patter of small feet running down the hallway. It was the first time he'd visited since he'd been sent to live with Antonio and he still knew exactly whose feet those were. He knew his brother would be coming when the adults had all gone to bed and the lights were off, just like he'd always done before the older Italian left. So he raised the covers up as the door creaked open slowly, putting a scowl on his face as he glared towards the door.

"Hurry up or you'll catch a cold. It's freezing!"

Feliciano let out a wide grin, running over and jumping under the covers, his nightgown tangling around his waist as he hugged his brother. Usually the older boy would tell him to get lost; he must have missed him a lot… "I missed you too, fratello," he mumbled softly, small hands clutching onto soft cotton.

"Tch." Despite his feigned indifference, he gave a small kiss to Feliciano's forehead, a happy sigh escaping his lips.

"You have to tell me everything! What's Spagna like? He seems nice! But I heard some things and…"

"He is nice. Whatever you've heard is just shit from that Inghilterra bastard."

"Oh…" Feliciano paused, biting his lip. "So you like him?"

"I didn't say that! He's…okay."

"But he's nice?"

"I just said that! Get your ears cleaned! Inghilterra is the one you have to watch out for. Toño says he eats children." Lovino held his fingers out like claws and pounced on the younger boy, who let out a shocked gasp before collapsing into giggles.

"W-Wait- I-" He breathed in, another giggle escaping him as he tried to push Lovino away. "W-Who's Toñoooo?" He laughed again, even as his brother's hands stopped the attack, the other boy's face turning a bright shade of red.

"I just- He m-makes me call him that… It's just habit!"

"He must be a lot nicer than Austria…"

"Anyone is nicer than him…"

"He can be nice too though! Sometimes he lets me sit at the piano with him… And just the other day he gave me his old harpsichord… He says I have a talent for it…"

"You have a talent for everything…" It came out more bitter than he'd meant it to, not that Feliciano noticed anyway.

"I just wish he'd let me do my paintings… Music isn't the only form of art… Does Spagna let you do what you want?"

"I always do what I want. I wouldn't let some guy boss me around…"

"Mmm… I wish I could be brave like you…"

"W-Well- Just shut up and get some sleep, it's past midnight. You better not stay up this late all the time! It's not good for you!"

"I don't," he said, pouting lightly, "I just like seeing you… I really did miss you… Lots…"

"I missed you too, idiota. Now sleep." Lovino ran his fingers through Feliciano's hair, letting out a soft hum as the younger child let his eyes close. It wasn't long before they both fell asleep, arms wrapped around each other like they were afraid one of them would leave before morning.