Brotherly Love
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Okay, so this is the first of my roleplay fics, where I adapt a roleplay I've enjoyed into a fic. If you think you were the person that I was roleplaying with, let me know so I can credit you! Oh, and I was Feliciano in this :3
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Romano sat alone in his living room, feeling inexplicably angry. He really just wanted to be alone, but his wished rarely came true. This was one of those times when things did not go his way.
His cheerful little brother Feliciano skipped happily into the room, causing Lovino's headache to spike.
"No…" he mumbled to himself.
"Ciao, big brother!" Italy's joyful, sing-song voice cut through the air, causing Romano's head to throb.
"Go away," he moaned, leaning backwards so his head leaned on the wall behind the couch.
"But why would I go away from my favourite big brother?" The little Italian cocked his head in confusion.
"Why did I have to come across you, out of everyone?" Lovino banged his head against the wall a few times in frustration, only succeeding in worsening his headache. The easy tears filled his eyes.
"Don't do that Romano, you'll hurt yourself!" Italy's ever present concern for his brother only made the angry nation feel worse.
"That was the whole point, Feliciano!" He began to sob, making his little brother run over and wrap his thin arms around Romano's waist.
"Aw, Romano, don't cry! Who did you want to come in and find you?"
"That is none of your business!"
Feliciano grinned slyly. "I know who you were looking for!"
He winked, startling his brother.
"What the fuck was that? Don't ever wink at me again… that was freaky." Romano silently cursed; Italy must have been spending time with that damn Frenchie. Feliciano only giggled.
"You were looking for…"
Sudden, dramatically suspenseful violin strains flowed from the corner of the room, courtesy of a familiar, dark haired, bespectacled Austrian.
When the fuck did that priss get here?
"…Antonio!" Feliciano finished his sentence with a giggle, as Roderich played a strong, final note on his violin, before replacing it in its case, straightening his cravat, and exiting the room.
"The fuck..? How could you know that you stupid…" Romano trailed off, muttering further curses under his breath. Damn his blabber mouth, he'd basically given it all away!
"I know because you were making googly eyes at him yesterday!" Feliciano winked again, enraging the darker haired Italian.
"What the fuck did I just say? No winking at me! Not even a blink!"
The little rascal winked again, then blinked, then began to alternate between winking and blinking, giggling the whole time. Romano banged his head against the wall again.
"Don't hurt your head, Romano, or you'll look even more like a tomato," Feliciano teased, without breaking his winking streak. Fed up, Romano grabbed his little brother quite forcefully by the collar.
"Eeeee," squealed the Italian, "Don't hit me! Aaaahhhh!"
"I don't look like a fucking tomato you round faced idiot!" Romano screamed at his brother, before smacking him on the head.
"Nooooo! Owwwww! Doitsu, Doitsu, help meeeee!" Feliciano screeched, producing a white flag from nowhere and waving it frantically.
All of a sudden, Germany appeared out of nowhere. He snatched Italy away from his brother, hoisted him into a piggy back, and flew off into the distance, leaving a stunned Romano gaping at the scene.
AN
That is how it ended, I kid you not. Talk about crack fiction, huh? Lots more like this to come, a lot of the roleplays I do end up something like this. Please review, I like to hear from you guys! =^-^=
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