Okay, I know I haven't been really active for like I don't know how long... too long actually. I also need to update Love's Difficulties. I know this and I am like insanely sorry. I will tho! For since the last time I updated, I lost Word on my computer AGAIN and had to wait like three four months to actually get on it! I finally did get it back but after that I lost some interest in writing, so I didn't get back to it. Not to mention it was the end of my Senior year of High School so everything was, as Romano would say, going shitty. Then I had to move like the day after graduation so for that week after graduation I had NO INTERNET. During that week I started writing again. Lost of one-shots for I can't start on Love's Difficulties unless I can find my flash drive which is hiding somewhere. But I promise promise PROMISE I'll start working on that again once I find my flash drive!

Anyway. To this one-shot/drabble!

Title: Bonding

Genre: Humor/Family/Romance

Rating: T

Pairing: Itacest

Warning(s): Language Courtesy of Romano, innuendo, Incest

Bonding

Romano sat there seething. He was supposed to be out with Veneziano for some brotherly bonding. It was supposed to be the two alone, but that potato bastard and the albino potato had to show up. Now Veneziano was off frolicking with those two, leaving poor Romano to sit awkwardly alone on the edge of the fountain in the square.

He was already getting weird looks and points by passersby. It was starting to irritate him. He wasn't some lonesome man getting stood up, or some sort of hobo. He glanced over and saw a couple looking and whispering to each other. It was most likely about him. He scowled and waited a moment. The man of the couple pointed at him, giving a full indication of what they were talking about. Lovino sighed and gave them his atomic "fuck you", probably the loudest middle finger anyone can give.

But of course he got smacked in the head by the woman's purse as a result.

Doctoring his now aching cranium, Lovino muttered curses under his breath. Stupid Fratello for ditching him. Stupid potato bastards for taking him away. Stupid brotherly bonding.

Sunlight was waning and Lovino still sat on the edge of the fountain. His legs were crossed and his arms were folded over his chest. He was no longer seething, but just betrayed now. He was sure Feliciano had forgotten him by now. Probably off with potato number one having "fun times". Potato number two was probably filming it.

He blushed, reddening like an overripe tomato. He shook his head to get rid of that horrible, yet intriguing image.

He huffed, feeling worse than ever. Standing up, he brushed off his jeans and straightened his lime green, quarter-sleeve shirt.

He was about to leave when he was greeted with the shout of "Fratello!" and being tackled to the ground.

Lovino grunted pushing at the small body on top of him. "Get off idiota!"

Feliciano whined, "But Fratello! I missed you!"

That made the other scoff. He shoved the weaker Italian off of him, sitting up. "Ha! If you missed me you shouldn't've ditched me, bastardo!"

Feliciano frowned. "I was just showing them around. They were lost and were looking for their hotel. I was gonna come right back!"

"Then why didn't you!"

"I had to stop by and get something."

Lovino rolled his eyes. "Cheh. You were so Hellbent on dragging me out on this 'brotherly bonding' thing and then you ditch me! My whole day! Wasted!"

Feliciano chuckled, "You wouldn't have done anything anyway! Besides," the younger italian's tone suddenly turned dark, making Lovino blush heavily, "I was waiting for our brotherly bonding tonight."

Lovino gulped, growing hot all over.