Main Pairing: Spamano

Rated T (will possibly be changed later). Cardverse and Omegaverse.

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Please note that this is just the prologue, it is a lot shorter than the regular chapters will be. :)

"Lovino, Lovino, are you going to open it?" Feliciano bounced around excitedly. Lovino scoffed. One would think that it was his birthday looking at how excited he was.

"Of course I am, idiota, but not with you bouncing around like that." he grumbled. "Calm down, would you?"

"I am excited though, Lovi, I know you are going to love it so much and I just really want to see your reaction oh please please just open it -"

"That is enough, Feli, let your poor brother open his gift in peace," Grandpa Roma said. "The sooner you stop distracting him the sooner he will open it."

"Okay," Feliciano said, sobering quickly. Lovino frowned. Even when he was younger Roma's commands had not quieted Lovino so. But oh well. At least his brother wasn't talking for once.

Lovino tore the paper off of the thin wooden box and slid the top out. What he saw made him gasp.

It was a guitar, wood the color of his own hair shiny enough for Lovino to see his reflection. Lovino had wanted one ever since he had seen a man playing in the market. He picked it up reverently and held it close to his chest. He looked up at Grandpa Roma, smiling.

The wood far above Lovino was pale and cracked, small holes filtering light through the space. His transition from sleep to waking was a quiet one, the simple opening of eyes. He heard the soft flutter of wings above in the rafters and sighed. Here was a place where he didn't have to deal with Feliciano or Grandpa Roma or anything. He was glad that Feliciano still hadn't followed him to this place. It was only a matter of time before this place too was tainted by his loud shenanigans.

Lovino thought back to his dream. What had caused that particular memory to surface in his mind? It had happened years ago, something Lovino had nearly forgotten. Though not completely. Perhaps it was returning because of what had happened merely a single day after.

"Ve, Lovino, could I hold it?" Feliciano said softly. "It is so beautiful."

Lovino looked up from where he had been clumsily plucking at the strings to see his brother. "I know," he said. "If you promise not to break it, idiota, then I suppose you could hold it for just a minute."

"I promise!" Feliciano said giddily. With a look of wide awe, he accepted the instrument into his hands.

"How do you play it?" he asked.

"Here," Lovino instructed. "You hold it like this, and one hand goes here, where your fingers hold the strings. That is how you get different sounds. And then your other hand goes here, where you pull the strings.

"Oh," Feliciano said. He plucked away at the strings happily.

"Lovino!" Grandpa Roma called. "Could you come here for a moment, I am having trouble with a particularly stubborn weed."

Lovino casted a look back at Feliciano and his precious guitar. "Be careful, Feli, I will be right back."

"Do not worry, Lovi! I am being very careful! I would not want something so pretty to break."

Feeling more reassured, Lovino went to the garden to crouch beside his grandfather.

"It is kind of you to let him play," Roma said. "This one, here. Put on the gloves."

Lovino slipped them on. He locked his fists around the root of the weed and prepared to pull. "He was annoying me."

"Mmm." Roma said, amused. Lovino yanked up with all his strength. The weed barely budged. He released his hold and dug in the dirt with his fingers, loosening the soil around it. He tried again. It was giving.

"Lovino, Lovino, look what I learned how to -" A sharp cry came from Feliciano, along with a nasty, terrible crunching and snapping sound. Lovino gasped, a sick feeling flooding him.

"Feliciano?" he called, standing. He hurried over to where his brother was lying on the ground, the destroyed guitar in shards underneath him. Feliciano looked up, already crying.

"Bastard," Lovino muttered aloud. He shifted in the hay, shirt twisting around him, and fell into sleep once more.