Summary: Five years ago, an untimely accident has taken his fratellino's life, locking him into a world of nightmares and regrets. Five years after the incident, he decides to let go and move on and live the life that his brother would have wanted him to. But to some unfortunate event, he meets his fratellino once more - alive yet with memories gone. Convinced it was his fratellino, he would do everything to bring him back, even if he's engaged to someone else. For the person might forget, but the heart never forgets. For the promise of love is a promise of forever.

Chapter 1

Nightmares

It was orange everywhere. Nothing could be seen but what seems to be like a living inferno, smoldering every article that comes in contact with it. Every conflagration was menacing, he couldn't help but call out to the confines of safety until he saw a hazy figure move from across his periphery.

He called out, but to only add to his confusion was the figure's unresponsiveness. Coming closer, he saw a human figure standing in the midst of the blazing inferno, frantically looking for an escape. Much to his horror, he recognizes the unmistakable curl that stick out of his head. No…it can't be…

"FELICIANOOOOOOOOO!"

Startled, a Spanish guy who was apparently enjoying the confines of a comfortable bed in reverie was awoken by the incessant shouts of the Italian who was occupying the room across the hall. Concerned to what seems to be another nightmare, he went out of bed to check on the other, making sure everything would be alright.

"FELICIANOOOOOOOOO! GOD DAMN IT, COME BACK HERE NOW!" Without much hesitation, he followed what seems to be the hazy figure of a human named Feliciano, his fratellino. He feels different…what was he doing? Oh, he was sprinting on his heels, chasing after his brother in the midst of the fire. Finally, when he got hold of his hand, the fratellino he called out turned to him. Much to his horror, the image of his brother wasn't as beautiful as he has expected it to be. No…it can't be…

"AHHHHHHHHH!"

Lovino suddenly bolt upright, eyes wide open and panting hard. He looked around, but he saw no traces of blazing fire or his fratellino – it's just him alone in his room. Tears started to fall his slender cheeks as he frantically grabbed his favorite tomato pillow and hugged it tight. Moments later, he heard footsteps approaching his door. When the door opened, it revealed a concerned-looking Spanish man who was only wearing his tomato boxers. Shit, please tell me I did not wake that fucking bastard up.

"Ah..Lovi….are you alright? I heard some screaming earlier…" Antonio, the said man, approached Lovino, sitting by the bed. Seeing the fear strewn across the other's face, his hand ran on the other's hair. "Did you have nightmares? Don't worry, I'm here now."

Lovino did not move a single inch when the other extended his arms that heaved him into a comforting hug. He could not help but bury his face on the man's shoulders, trying to relax as he shrugged the horrible image his horrendous dream has brought.

"Shhh…Lovinito, it's okay. Want me to cheer you up?" Before Lovino could answer, the Spaniard broke the hug. Starting with a clasped hand, he then unfolded them and moved them close to Lovino's face repeatedly as he chanted his well-known happiness charm. "Fusosososososososo~"

Oh no, not that fucking chant again. Lovino was completely irritated, pushing the hands away from his fine. "Enough, bastard. Enough."

"But you aren't fine yet." Antonio whined.

"Why do you even care, bastard? And I'm already fine, damn it!" Lovino had the urge to push the other away from him, puffing his cheeks out like he used to way back when he was still a child. "Awww Lovi that's so cute of you!" Antonio chimed, squealing at the display of cuteness.

"Just shut up!" He pushed the other man away before breaking into a small smile. Antonio laughed, giving in to the other's request. "So, were you having nightmares? What was it about? You can always tell me everything," he smiled assuringly.

Lovino's smile has faltered, and his eyes were pooling with tears once more. "I…it was Feliciano…damn it…h-he was burned all over…t-the h-house w-was on f-fire…" Lovino shivered as he recounted the memories of a horrendous dream, trembling as he told the concerned Spaniard.

"Lovino," Antonio trailed off, sighing, "I know it's hard to accept Feliciano's untimely death. We all feel sad and miss him, and we all sympathize with you. But it has been five years since he's gone; I guess it's time that you move on, si?" Lovino cried only more, much to Antonio's disappointment. Using his thumb, he raised the other's chin to make him look at him.

"Look, do you think Feliciano is happy seeing you like that?" He could not answer, whilst letting out a small whimper as he shook his head. Antonio smiled.

"There you have it. Why don't you live the memory of Feliciano by being happy yourself and smiling just the way he is? Don't you remember what he told you? It does not suit you when you are sad. I believe it is fitting that you start moving on with that?" He suggested.

Lovino nodded, wiping his tears away. Antonio was right; it is time to move on and being happy like how Feliciano is renowned of should be a great step. As he allowed himself to sink to the other's hug, he realized he would have to bid his fratellino goodbye and tell him that he is moving on – and that would transpire as he visits Feliciano in the remains of their old house. And with that, he finally closed his eyes.

A/N: There you have it guys~! This is my first story, so please be so kind to review and suggest and/or comment if there is anything you need to tell me. Grazie~!