"LOVINO!"The older man slapped him.
"WHY CAN'T YOU BE LIKE YOUR BROTHER?!" The man slapped his other cheek.
Lovino had been rejected, by many women, today.
Every time when a prince in Italy needed a suitor, they would go into a special place in the castle and talk. If the woman or man liked the prince or princess, they would put a piece of paper into the royal box, then the royalty would have to pick which one they liked.
Lovino and his brother participated in this, since they were royalty. Sadly, Lovino was overshadowed by his brother.
Lovino stood there, his father slapped him. His father had never praised him, he was always the odd one out.
Lovino held his tears, knowing that this cruel man didn't deserve them.
His father looked disgusted at his son.
"Get away from me now. I don't want to see you."
His father turned around.
This always happened, his father would get angry, tell him to leave, and Lovino would leave to the garden.
His brother was still in the room chatting, to women, deciding who he would choose.
Lovino walked out, to the garden it was beautiful, with no fault, unlike him.
"Why does this always fucking happen to me...why can't I be fucking perfect like my stupid brother..." He mumbled, he grabbed a tomato from the vegetable garden and started to eat at it.
He was often told that he was lazy and rude. Lovino Vargas was a prince who was selfish, that's what citizens often said about him.
That wasn't true, none of it.
Unlike his brother, he had been ignored. Since birth, Felicano got praise and love unlike Lovino.
Lovino looked at the flower he was holding, its petals were closed and hiding itself. It's expression was hiding and yearning to be isolated. He started to walk further into the garden.
"Look at me,
I will never pass
For a perfect person,
Or a perfect son
Can it be
I'm not meant to play this part?"
He stopped, and took a glance inside the room, with his brother and the other women,
"Now I see
That if I were truly to be myself,
I would break my family's heart"
He ran away from the window it caused so much pain. It wasn't that he didn't get married or anything, it just verified that people adored his brother more than himself. Somehow his brother will always be better than him.
He was now deeper in the garden, it looked abandoned and barely alive. There was small pond filled with moss and algae.
"Who is that man I see
Staring straight back at me?
Why is my reflection someone I don't know?
Somehow I cannot hide
Who I am, Though I've tried
When will my
Reflection show who I am inside?
When will my reflection show
Who I am inside..."
The tear fell inside the dirty pond. He wiped his tears away,
"That's it...I'm leaving..."He looked straight up to the sky, with the clouds passing by.
"I'll leave, if they can't appreciate me, I'll leave..." He ran back inside the castle, he striped his clothes, and put something more suitable on, 'commoner's' clothes.' It was a regular tan uniform, he ran to his father's room.
Luckily he wasn't there, he grabbed a wad of cash from his father, which would be enough for a ticket of his choice anywhere, and some pocket-money for food. It was already late. It was too much, he just couldn't bear to stay here any longer.
It was dead of night, when he bought a ticket to go to America. His father always complained about 'stupid Americanos', thankfully there was a train that would take him there.
There was always guards securing the perimeter, that would be tough. He would have to go far into the garden and jump the fence, then dash through the city and get to the train station. All of that was too complicated.
Lovino walked outside and went deeper into the garden.
As he went deeper into in the garden, the more dead plants he passed. At the end of the garden, which had a door leading outside the kingdom, which would have a guard, beside it.
He grabbed a rock and threw it outside the grass-hedge. Thank god the guard was not very bright and did not considered where the rock had been thrown from.
Lovino opened the door, and started running. He was holding his luggage, on his shoulder and started to run. Luckily the guard didn't see him.
Or so he thought.
The train station was not that far, if he kept the same pace, he would get there soon.
He looked at his watch, it was about 2:30, in the morning. the train would take about eight hours.
After knocking a few people down, he got there. He entered the train, and put his luggage down, hardly anyone was there.
He looked at the sky.
"Wow...this was such a fucking great way to leave, on such a beautiful day..."He smirked.
Nobody, was there he smiled to himself. He was going to America, he can get a job, do work and maybe meet a girl...'I'll be appreciated.' He thought.
"I have often dreamed
Of a far off place
Where a great warm welcome
Would be waiting for me
Where the crowds will cheer
When they see my face
And a voice keeps saying
This is where I'm meant to be"
He stopped. He would be appreciated. He will do his hardest for whatever, and be praised. Everyone will be thanking him, for being him, and not his brother.
He will have to keep his identity a secret though...
"I'll will find my way
I can go the distance
I will be there someday
If I can be strong
I know ev'ry mile
Will be worth my while
When I go the distance
I would go most anywhere, to feel like I belong"
If America was the land of the free and brave, he will go there. If America was the land of opportunities, he'll take it. If America can help him, he will accept its offer.
"Like a shooting star
I can go the distance
I will search the world
I will face its harms
I don't care how far
I can go the distance
TillI find my hero's welcome
Waiting in your arms..."
He saw the outside, a bunch of land passing, and a beautiful night, with a beautiful star. It reminded him of his mother.
'Hey mama...how's it like in heaven?'He thought.'Things back here aren't going so well...' He sigh.
'Mama...why does everyone think he's so much better than me?...Maybe I should just give up...'A small tear fell from his eye. 'I'll do my best in America!Okay Mama?!'He smirked, drifting off asleep.
Dont own Hetalia
