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Narrator's POV
"I hate you! I wish you were never born, stupido fratello!" It was a spur of the moment comment but Romano was far too gone know to care what he had said to the boy. As the angry Italian stomped up the stairs that led to his room he didn't see the look of pain and sorrow in the eyes of his innocent little brother. Maybe what I said was too harsh...oh well, he deserves to feel guilty. Lovino went to sleep for the night resenting his younger brother and ignoring the possible repercussions of his words.
Flashback
Lovino had just woke up excited due to the fact that his tomato garden was ready to be harvested. Getting ready for the day he prepared several baskets for the tomatoes, stepping outside he hummed at the feel of early sun on his skin. Turning towards his garden he gaped at the sight before him, every tomato, ripe or not, was picked. Stunned at the sight he ran inside to tell his fratello only to see him standing in the kitchen cooking a large pot of tomato sauce with a basket of tomatoes beside him. Little did he know that his brother had gone to the market earlier and hadn't touched even one of his tomatoes.
The next morning came fast and Lovino decided that as punishment for doing such horrors to his tomato garden, he would not even look let only speak to his brother until he saw fit. Two rooms over Feliciano stared down his reflection. He hates me. He hates me, my own fratello hates me. Left to his thoughts all night the down trodden younger Italian tortured himself thinking that even his own family hated him, he'd planned today to try to make it up though he did not know what he had done. He could feel his stomach churning and marked breakfast off the list of things he had hoped of doing.
Lovino's POV
I found him in the kitchen, surprisingly he was humming. How could anyone be happy when their brother told them they hated them? Apparently he didn't care in the least how I thought of him, that cut deep, much deeper then if anyone else would have done it. The action only grounded my resolve to ignore him.
Feliciano's POV
I turned and saw Lovi enter the kitchen, I was making us both food but I was still not in a mood for eating as his words last night still left a bitter taste and sent my stomach turning. I smiled as he sat down only to be blatantly ignored, ouch that hurt. I let my smile droop as I put the food on two plates and set one down in front of him as well as me. He began eating as I babbled trying to lighten the mood, but still he pretended I wasn't there, that action brought back the words from last night to haunt me.
Narrator's POV
"Lovi why wont you speak or look at me? Lovi please don't ignore me!" Feliciano let his bangs fall in front of his eyes as his brother still left him hanging, confused and hurt he sat there and watched as his older brother finished his meal, put his dish to soak, and leave through the front door without even looking at him. The distraught male bolted up as to follow but sank to the floor in tears. He hates me, my own brother hates me. Feli crawled towards the couch and once on top of it, curled into a fetal position and cried himself into a fitful sleep.