In case you didn't know:
Feliciano=N. Italy/ Veneciano
Lovino= S. Italy/ Romano
Hetalia= Not Mine
Resting himself on the balls of his feet, Feliciano tensely for the return of his brother...
'Fratello...' forcing back the desire to cry, Feliciano tried to strain his hearing for his brother, wondering what had gotten into him...
'Ever since he came back from the market...' did something happen at the market...? Was Lovino being followed...? Why could the elder never talk to the younger?
'Go for a walk my tush...' but Feliciano still waited quietly for his brother in the under growth...
And waited...
And waited...
"Feli?" oh dio...
"Si?" terrified, unsure, and left in the dark, Feliciano fought down the icky feelings and scanned his big brother's face. "Fratello?" he whimpered, his big brother is not supposed to be so white, to have such a faraway look in his eye... grabbing at his brother's shirt and searching his brother's face frantically Feliciano chanced a question. "Fratello, what happened?
Feliciano jumped when a warm, soft, calloused hand came up to cradle his cheek in its palm, and Feliciano grabbed at it, so afraid as his brother struggled to find the right words for Feliciano.
"Feliciano, listen to me." that voice didn't match the look in his eyes, it was too calm, to controlled, he was hiding again.
"I need you to be strong and brave, I need you to be a big boy for me." Lovino paused and Feliciano felt his stomach roll over itself "Do you think you can do that?" Why was his brother pleading with him? Feliciano tried so hard to prove he wasn't a child anymore but...
But Feliciano didn't want to be a big boy anymore...
How many times had Lovino been the big boy for Feliciano? How many sacrifices had he made? How often did his big brother ask Feliciano for something?
So, Feliciano steeled his nerve.
"Si." forcing himself to release his brothers shirt in favor of digging his nails into his palm, he struggled not to fold in on himself, and look his brother in the eye.
But Feliciano was not a soldier...
"But why Fratello? Why do I have to be a big boy?" he has to know "What happened?"
Lovino leaned down and pressed his lips against the younger's cheeks and forehead, and Feliciano leaned into the affectionate gesture, drinking up the familiarity and comfort that his brother so rarely and yet so often offered him.
"Come Feli." not a demand, a request, an offer "We can talk when we get home."
"What?" no, no, no... Lovino placed his hands of Feliciano's shoulders and Feliciano had to convince himself not to slap away his brothers hands
There can't be people here... there just can't.
It's not fair!
"Feli, listen to me okay?" a numb nod. "They will not get you. They are not gonna get me. No one has even lived in that thing for years." but that just makes it all the worse... "So, we're gonna hole up right here for the night, I'll go to town tomorrow," No, oh dio please no... "you'll stay here" yeah, right... "and we'll just wait them out, no one ever wants to come out here into the middle of nowhere with wild animals and whatnot," but what if... "they want to see the cities. We're gonna be perfectly alright, Feliciano, just like we always are." just like always... Feeling his brothers hands tilt it face up to look at him, Feliciano searched his brothers eyes as if they held the answer, it didn't matter if he knew they wouldn't... he really wished they did...
"Okay?" no, not okay, your babying again brother...
But... Feliciano never had much of an issue with being babied. "Fratello!" protect me, make everything okay just like you always do, make the nightmares go away. Please, please, please. Don't let them get us!
"They won't Feli, I promise." what...? Had he said his plea out loud...? No, Lovino always said he was too easy to read.
"Look," Fratello... "why don't you come with me to get some firewood for the night and I'll sing you some of nonno's old lullabies, just like before." before... before the nightmare... brushing away Feliciano's tears with a warm, thick thumb, and tilting Feliciano's head up, Lovino's eyes flickered back and forth across Feliciano's face. "Okay?"
Okay, fine, you win Lovi... happy Feli it is then...'
"Si, okay fratello!" 'if it makes you happy...'
Taking his brother's hand, Feliciano took off, painting a practiced smile onto his lips. 'I can pretend for a little while longer...'
After... after their parents death... Lovino... didn't cry, he never cried, Feliciano started crying as soon as he processed... his little brother's death... and he didn't stop for... days...
Lovino took him to the families graves every anniversary and major holiday, Feliciano had once asked why.
"They were your family, Feli... you should be given the chance to grieve properly but we couldn't go to the funeral... This is the least I can do for you." of course, Feliciano started crying before the end of the first sentence, falling against his brother and just cry, he never asked why Lovino never cried or why he revered to the family as 'Feliciano's' he was too afraid to bring it up... it was too sad... seven years later and it was still too soon...
So, Lovino became the adult... Lovino took care of the food and clothes and protection... and Feliciano tried really, really, super hard not to break his big brothers walls, he just couldn't be the one to make his fratello cry...
Feliciano's favorite part about summer was cherries so, while Lovino fixed everything up for the night, the younger Italian set to work on taking off his shirt, setting it on the ground, and filling it up with as many cherries as he could before they found their way into his mouth.
"Feli!" head snapping up, Feliciano looked at his brother for a moment, he looked a little calmer than the horrified, panicked expression he wore earlier but as the sun set... Lovino started to look nervous...
Bouncing over to his brother 'happily', Feliciano held open his bounty filled T-shirt for Lovino to see "Look what I found Fratello!" Touching his hands to still him, Lovino took a moment to scan the red fruit before shooting a grin at the younger and taking a handful, popping one into his mouth.
"Good boy, Feli." patting the younger Italian's head, Lovino smiled fondly at him, finally relaxing.
So, Feliciano laughed, glad to have made his brother happy, and darting inside for his backpack, to share with his big brother later.
Turning to his brother to ask what he should put the red fruit in so they wouldn't get to badly squished, Feliciano watched his brother turn towards the sun and uncertainty creep into his features... uncertainty, anxiety... fear.
Feliciano lowered his gaze to his hands where his fingers had entangled themselves, and forced himself not to let the first tear slip through.
'I'm sorry, Fratello, I'm so sorry that I can't be strong enough to protect you... I'm so sorry you had to be saddled with such a worthless brother...'
But, maybe just one tear, for his brother, maybe, that couldn't be so bad...
A/N: Howdy y'all, I am pleased to announce that chapter one of my N. Italy (Feliciano) POV story has been completed 2013 July 3rd!
Imma post this along with my Heroe and Salvezza story updates as well as my Germany (Ludwig) POV Heilig on 2013 July 4th
I hope that y'all will enjoy reading this chapter as much as I have enjoyed writing it!
Well, I've got one more story update to get done and I've only got till the 4th so Imma get on that for y'all!
Ja ne (see you)