You may say that I am strong. But I'm not. You may say that I'm brave. But I'm not. I am Feliciano Vargas, the most helpless man you will ever hear about.
Today is my twenty first birthday, and I will be celebrating it alone on my curb. My house had been blown up once the enemy came. Terror was everywhere. No one was thought to survive. I did. Most of the town did. My family didn't.
Cold wind swept across my face. It should not be like this in March. March is supposed to be warm. March wasn't though. Hopefully I can find a way to get food. None of my plans seem to be working. Blinding wind flew about my face, freezing the edges, longing for warmth. I suppose you would like to hear how I got like this. If you thought I told you it all, I didn't.
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The pleasuring air warmed me as I lay outside in a patch of grass with my twin brother Lovino, and younger brother Sebo. We were all laughing happily, glad to be here. Little did we know then that that would probably be the last time we saw each other.
My mother walked out of our little house. It wasn't as big as many would like it to raise three children and four adults. Our grandparents lived with us too. My mother had long red hair that fell beautifully to her sides. Her hair also had an awkward curl. Hers went up to the left. She had wonderful green eyes that glimmered magnificently in the light. She was thin and tall with long blue jeans and a white polo tee-shirt.
"Come on you three! It's time to go inside! Dinner is almost ready!" she shouted cheerfully in her beautiful voice.
I smiled as Sebo shouted, "Coming, mama! One second! I've got to wake Lovino up!"
I giggled a bit as Lovino woke up looking like a drunk. Sebo and I practically carried him inside on our backs, laughing at the smallest comments from Lovino, ranging from, "Do it, bastards! If you don't, I'll skin your damn muscles off!" to, "THE FUCKING WALES SHOULDN'T BE FUCKING FLYING, AND IT'S THEIR FUCKING PROBLEM IF THE WANT TO BE FUCKING FLYING WALE BASTARDS! THE DAMN NERVES OF THE FUCKING WALES!"
By the time we got back to the house, we were full on laughing at Lovino. This would be the last laugh that I shared with my brothers. We all sat down at our large dining table and sang a light song before starting to eat. The food was as good as always, so I politely thanked my dad for the amazing food.
My dad had light brown hair that was messily tossed about his head. He was quite tall and always had bright red cheeks. His eyes were a deep caramel colour with a bright finish.
We all told amazing stories to each other, whether it be made up or true, they all still enjoyed it. Lovino was going when the bombs started, "So, the damn whales were flying, and it was pissing me off like hell! Geez, I don't think I could stand another damn minute with those damned whales with their fucking flying-."
A loud bomb went off to the right of our house. We all froze. I ran out the door. I was weak, and didn't even think of my family as I ran. When I turned around, our house was lit with flames licking at the burnt wood. My family was no where to be seen. I had no idea what I had done.
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I fidgeted a bit at the thought I pulled back the recent memory. It hurt to think that they either were burnt or for a way out like I did.
I sniffed a bit containing my tears, and rubbed my arm on my sleeve. "Happy 21st Birthday Feliciano..." I said to myself sadly.
Do you think I Romano-ed it enough? I was trying to make him curse a lot, but I think that he didn't curse enough. Oh well~! What do I know?