Lovino sat on the edge of his bed, tears streaking down his face, landing on his lap. He sniffled, not bothering to wipe his nose or eyes-what was the point, he'd just keep crying and snotting on himself. "I can't do it," He whispered, voice cracking. "I just...c-can't do it." He drew in a sobbing breath before covering his mouth, holding back a loud cry of frustration. Why was this so hard? "Damn it..." He breathed, closing his eyes as though it would stop the onslaught of tears.
Quietly, the bedroom door opened and soft footsteps made their way toward the crying Italian before a body sat next to him and a pair of arms wrapped around his shoulders. "It'll be alright," A warm, gentle voice whispered into his ear. "I promise," Lovino sniffled again before returning the gesture, allowing himself to hold onto his brother tightly as he cried onto the younger man's shoulder. "It's alright, caro, I'm here for you." Feliciano whispered, rubbing gentle circles on his distressed brother's back.
The two sat there a long moment, Lovino's tears slowly subsiding as Feli continued to sooth his back. With a final sniffle, Lovino squeezed his brother then pulled away, wiping his eyes. "Better?" Feliciano asked, holding onto Lovi's hand.
"Yeah..." Lovino whispered, looking down at the joined appendages as Feliciano's thumb rubbed the back of his hand. "Thanks,"
"No problem, Lovi. I'll always be here for you when you need me...or even when you don't." Feliciano giggled at his own joke, smiling at his brother.
Lovino smiled back, knowing that he'd always need his brother, especially when times like this occurred.
"And I know just what you need to cheer you up now!" Feliciano suddenly said brightly, standing up.
"Does it start with pasta?" Lovino asked, letting Feliciano pull him up and out of the room.
"Of course! You know what they say: All good things start with pasta!" In Feliciano's case...that was pretty true.
A/N: So, the life of a college student is an overwhelming one! And to deal with the overwhelming I write! For some odd reason when I feel like I want to write something based off of...well me I always tend to use Lovino. I don't know why! I'm not a guy, I'm not Italian, and I'm too perky half the time to be a tsundere. Why Lovi? Who cares ! That's why! Anyways, a little bit of brotherly love for you there. Wish I had a friend like Feli, I have no one at the moment 'cause I'm at college and miles and miles away from my friends at home! Aren't I lucky! Oops, bringing my bad mood along. Sorry, 'bout that folks. I'm gonna go now. ~Ciao! Love Stripes!