-Authors Notes-
I really Really Reallllllyyyy wanted to write a band story. Its not like one you probably have read. SpaMano UsUK PruCan and more~
Summary: Lovino, after being forced to move to America, has barely settled in when his guitar is stolen and held hostage by a crazy Spaniard who is in search of a singer and guitarist for his band World M.A.P. Lovino fits the bill perfectly, save for one teeny tiny detail. SPAMANO. USUK. PRUCAN. ETC.
Chapter 1: PROLOGUE
What so god damn fantastic about America? Lovino thought angrily as he pressed his head against the cool glass. Piece of shit airplanes. Piece of shit cab. Piece of shit people. He hated America.
"Ve~!" His brother, Feliciano sang happily from beside him, "Fratello Non sei felice che finalmente stanno arrivando in America?"
Lovino disconnected his head from the glass and glared at his younger brother with golden olive eyes, "No, and speak English." He said flatly, promptly returning to his window glaring.
You can practically FEEL him pouting, Lovino thought as he watched the busy streets of New York City. He didn't want to move to America, but he had no choice. His nonno had a job offer he quote: "could not pass up for anyyyything."
As Lovino watched the shitty aparments go by and saw his school that he would be forced to attend. International High: home of the Earth. What an absolutely STUPID mascot. What's the biggest burn you can make?! Hay do you what the largest continent is? Um...No? Your mom! Lovino rolled his eyes and began to close them when the cab driver stopped abruptly, causing a pair of Italians to hit their seats.
"CAZZO STUPIDO STRONZO, FIGLIO DI UNA CAGNA!" Lovino spat as many curses that came to mind, "YOU SHOULDN'T BE DRIVING A FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT CAB, BASTARD!"
Feliciano rubbed his head and little tears welled up in the corners of his eyes, "Lovi," he said with a gasp, "watch your language!"
The cab driver turned around and met Lovino's golden eyes with vibrant blue, "Calm down, bro." The cab driver said, sending him a blinding Hollywood smile, "I didn't see the sign."
Lovino felt his temperature rise. Who was this smug bastard! He read the cab driver's ID: Alfred , it read. Lovino rubbed his painful jaw, "Who the fuck are you, telling to me calm down! You fat ass-"
"ve... Lovi!-"
"GOD DAMN IT, I HATE THIS SHITHOLE!" Lovino yelled, swinging the cab door open and rushing angrily into what he guessed was his nonno's house.
The American driver smirked and watched the fuming Italian in amusement. Suddenly he came to horrible realization, "Hay, dude! YOU FORGOT TO PAY! AHH FUCK!"
Feliciano smiled airly and gave the cab driver 50 dollars, way more than it cost.
"Grazie!" The Italian said quickly, "Have a good day!" He opened the door and ran towards the trunk of the cab.
Alfred watched with cerulean eyes through the rear view mirror, "I should go help him." He stated as he watched Feliciano attempt to pull out a large luggage bag, "And give him back his change."
Grabbing the handle, Alfred opened the door and headed towards the struggling Italian, "Need help, bro?" He asked, "oh and here." He held out a twenty dollar bill and 3 dimes.
Feliciano looked up, caught off guard, and dropped the bag he managed to squeeze out of the trunk. The small, red bag fell to ground with a muffled thud and an Italian print guitar pick and a few guitar strings spilled out. Feliciano started to panic and rambled in Italian as he picked the contents up.
Alfred watched in curiosity, "Do you play guitar?" He asked, cutting Feliciano off mid-ramble.
Giving him a confused look, Feliciano shook his head, "No..." he said slowly as put the guitar pick in the bag, "But Lovi does! He sings really pretty too! Oh Lovi is my brother, the one who yelled at you!" Feliciano said, sending Alfred another airheaded smile.
"Lovi, hm?" Alfred said thoughtfully before mumbling something along the lines of, 'need to tell Tonio'. Suddenly and swiftly a large chesire cat grin plastered onto his face, "You guys wouldn't happen to be going to International High, would you?"
-A few minutes later-
"What the fuck is this?"
Feliciano smiled sheepishly, "Ve... this is your schedule, this is mine, this is a calendar-"
"Well no shit sherlock, I know that." Lovino said, his voice dripping with sarcasm, "I meant, what is that." He pointed to a piece of paper on top of the papers Feliciano was holding.
'Ve'ing nervously, Feliciano said, "T-The cab drivers number..."
-Authors Notes-
Yayyyy next chapter Lovi and Feli go to school! And you get to meet the bands! :O Please review if you want me to continue...