Prologue -
Feliciano smiled as he helped his grandfather examine and pick the ripe vegetables they grew on the plot of land that had run in his family for many years. The Vargas family had always lived there, through thick and thin. The land always seemed to be rich and perfect for growing crops. In fact, it wasn't very often that they would have a bad year of harvest. It seemed everything was perfect. He listened to his grandfather hum softly as he worked. Feliciano had always looked up to his grandfather. Grandpa Roma had always been there. When Feliciano and Lovino's mother had passed on, Roma had taken the two boys in and raised them. He thought happily about how lucky he was to have such a kind grandfather.
His thoughts were interrupted by his grandfather speaking and saying, "You know Feliciano, eventually this will be yours and Lovi's farm. I won't be around forever, and when I'm gone I want you two to take care of this old place for me. Think you can do that?" Feliciano hadn't expected this from his grandfather. He never really did think about that. He and Lovino were almost old enough to go out on their own and do what they pleased with their lives.
Feliciano nodded with his usual happy smile, not letting the thought of his grandfather not being around get in the way of his happy and cheerful mood, "I promise grandpa! Besides I don't think Lovino has anything else he wants to do in life right now either. And even if he doesn't stick around to help around here, I'll still be here to take care of the crops!" He felt like nothing could get him down right now, not even the conversation that was taking place.
Roma flashed a smile at his grandson and nodded, "I'm sure you will Feli. Try to keep your brother in line when I go though. We don't know what kind of trouble he could get himself into." Feliciano nodded, understanding immediately.
"Don't worry nonno. I'll make sure he doesn't get into trouble!" He promised his grandfather, and he was intent on making sure he kept that promise. He picked up the woven basket that he used whenever he helped to pick the freshly grown produce. "Shall we head back to the house nonno?" He asked finally.
Roma looked over his shoulder at the horizon. The sun was starting to lower at this point in time. He looked back at his young grandson before nodding. "Si. Come along Feli. We still have dinner to make." He said. That was all that was said before they gathered the items they had with them and headed back towards the farm house.
Nonno – Grandpa
Si – Yes