When Lovino Vargas was born the first thing his parents did after choosing his name was to look at him wrist. Imbedded into the skin was a small strip that held an internal clock that counted down to the day you met your soul mate. Lovino's read: 19 years:2 months:14 days. His parents were overjoyed, their precious first born would be able to be with his soul mate before he got in his twenties. Of course the two of them had found each other when they were sixteen but that was them,not Lovino and they were proud of him regardless of how long he'd have to wait to meet that person who would become his everything.
Over the course of his first year of life he developed rather quickly,learning to walk at just ten months old and by his first birthday he could feed himself. Of course, His parents loved this and Lovino ( though he couldn't understand why they were so happy) was ecstatic that his parents doted on him so much. However, That changed when Lovino's mother got pregnant again and they both began focusing more on their new son who hadn't been born yet rather than focusing on their 1 year old who required constant attention. Lovino became distant just as they had along the nine months that his mother was pregnant.
It was the day of his second birthday and the small Italian was excited. It was his day now, that meant his parents had to focus on him not the little baby that had been stealing all of their attention. Of course that was until his Mother went into labor right before he could open his presents and they had to go to the hospital. They spent a good 8 hours in there waiting and when it was finally over,he was carried in to see his new baby brother whom he already despised. However, as he saw the small infant he wasn't so sure he despised him anymore. How could he hate someone so innocent looking? That's when his father told him it was his job to watch out for his brother, Feliciano was his name, and protect him because he was the big brother now. Feliciano's clock read sooner than Lovino's did at 15 years: 5 months: 6 days. And of course his parents were happy they'd get to celebrate a relationship two years sooner but Lovino was upset he'd have to wait longer.
By the time Lovino was four years old, Feliciano was two, He could walk, talk and basically do all the things 5 or 6 year olds could do. His parents now trusted him to be alone downstairs watching television or watching Feliciano upstairs while they made dinner. The responsibility made Lovino feel incredible but he'd gotten into the habit of not showing when he was happy. Now angry and sad and embarrassed was an entirely different thing. He had terrible temper tantrums and often threw things and cursed, Which he'd learned from his father and grandfather. He of course didn't know what these words meant just that it always shocked the adults and that's what he wanted. If he was sad, He cried for what seemed like hours and if he was embarrassed his entire face lit up with red color.
Feliciano was an entirely different story. He was hardly ever angry or sad. He smiled non-stop and always wanted affection in anyway he could get it. To top all of that off he had gotten blessed with their mother's beauty and everyone doted on him and how adorable he was. Lovino hated that, He could be cute too, dammit! He had gotten his dark hair from his father, the only thing he seemed to get from his mother was the large curl sticking from his hair at the top of the right side of his head. Feliciano had gotten one as well and it came from above his ear on the left side of his head and for some reason that was cuter than Lovino's. Everyone loved Feliciano and hated Lovino and you'd think Lovino would hate Feliciano for it but he didn't. He couldn't bring himself to so much as dislike Feliciano.
But sometimes he really wished he could.
Lovino's sixth birthday and Feliciano's fourth was a day that made Lovino wonder why he didn't hate his brother. Lovino had a friend from preschool by the name of Antonio. Antonio was three years older than Lovino but was put into his grade because he had transferred from Spain and was slower at learning Italian. He was fluent in English though and that was how he and Lovino had become friends. No one else in the class could speak it and they disliked Lovino anyway because he was rude. He was surprised when this little exchange student from Spain tried to say hello to him in his native language but ended up telling Lovino he had to pee. That was the weirdest way he'd ever befriended someone.
Antonio's was at this birthday party as Lovino had invited him on a whim. It was just normal to invite friends to your birthday party,right? Feliciano could now talk and boy did he. It was practically all he did. He talked while he walked and either tripped or ran into a wall and he used that talking to embarrass Lovino in front of his only friend. He had addled over to the two while they were sitting together and immediately started with "Lo-Lo pees the bed!" which caused Lovino to turn bright red and glare at him. Antonio had just laughed at the time and humored Feliciano by listening to him ramble.
Lovino really fucking wished he hated Feliciano sometimes.
