If I could, I'd go back in time and slap myself in the fucking idiotic face. (It's also really sexy, but for now, it's idiotic)
And then I'll slap Germany's big potato-shaped face, and maybe kick his balls, just for being Germany.
Yeah, that's a little bit of a random want, but screw you, because you're not me, so fuck what you think. Anyway, why would you slap yourself Romano? That's kinda stupid. Well maybe, but not a stupid as the shit I'm in now.
I would slap myself for various reasons. One, leaving my brother with that potato-bastard all the god-damn time.
Well, it's not like I'd send Feliciano off to him while saying "Have a fantastic day with Germany!". Feliciano just kinda left without saying ANYTHING. It was so so fucking-annoying.
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…but then it would take we awhile to even realize he was gone.
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Whatever, so I was with, or more like forced to be with Antonio most of the week. Then I'd come home and Feliciano would be having a siesta on the couch.
The only couch we have. So I'd have to sit on the floor and watch television. (How selfish is that?) But on the bright side, sitting on our stupid wood floors was uncomfortable. To try and ignore the pain I actually watched the show to try and take my mind off of my aching ass.
I ended up learning good advice from Doctor Phil.
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I'm getting off topic.
So I shouldn't have left him with Germany, because he ended up losing track of my brother one night. So Feliciano wandered away from him.
And here's where shit gets crazy.
Seriously crazy.
Above all the people he could've run into in the middle of the night. Like gangsters, or hobos, or drug dealers, or even just plain-normal people…
He managed to find a fucking vampire. Seriously Feliciano, this isn't fucking Twilight, and you aren't fucking Bella. (Thank GOD)
How did I know he managed find a vampire? Or at least, before he told me? I noticed the second I got home on Friday. Feliciano wasn't on the couch…
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So I guess we'll have a flashback or some shit.
"Feliciano?" I asked once I finished locking the door. I crossed the room to set a basket of tomatoes on our kitchen counter. "Feliciano? Where are you, damn it?"
I didn't get an immediate reply, and for some reason I didn't seem to really care. "The idiot is probably having a siesta in the bed. Like he's supposed to." I thought out loud (I didn't really think he was in earshot). Just to be sure, I knocked on the bedroom door. No reply. So he was asleep? I opened the door just an inch. To my surprise, the light in the room was off. Feliciano didn't care if the light was on or off, he'd just sleep. Assuming that, I continued to open the door, letting the light shine on the bed.
"Mmmn"
I paused. Was that Feliciano just now? I decided to turn on the lights…
"GAHH!"
That was Feliciano.
"Geez, like some light is really that bad."I told him while turning around to give him my 'You could really use light damn it'.
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but then I saw his face
It was just so pale. Like paper, and his eyes were tinted a tomato-redish color. Buuut that wasn't all.
It was the look in his eyes. They were squinted and bright and they just flat-out said. 'TURN THE FUCKING LIGHTS OFF.'
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I never thought I'd see that in Feliciano.
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Well, yeah, that's sorta how it went.
Let's get back to today though, and by today I mean, this morning.
When I woke up, the bedroom was still dark. The kind of darkness that could only be found in a room at night. Normally I would've fallen back asleep, but I couldn't.
Well, I could say that I wouldn't fall back asleep. I could've, I really could've, but I had to take care of my brother.
ALL
FUCKING DAY
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or like, most.
Now, having a vampire for a brother, I must say that it's true that they drink blood. However, he can eat food like any normal person, he just has to have blood instead of coffee or juice.
Stupid vampires and their weird appetites.
Anyway, that's what I had to do in the morning. Prepare a cup of blood for Feliciano. Delish~
Not like I'd just get up for him though, I'd get myself coffee. Because it's way to fucking early to be awake without caffeine. It's un-lawful really.
Feliciano couldn't do it because the light weakens him. He won't spontaneously combust into ashes like the rumors state. He'd just faint or something if he is outside for too long.
So, carrying a plate-tray-thing with two cups resting on top, I managed to open the door with my elbow (it was difficult because the cups threatened to spill their contents. But I did it without fail, so screw you). Before opening the door anymore, I checked to see if the hallway light was on.
I could've just assumed the light wasn't on because everything was dark.
But no, I had to squint and look at the light switch.
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The fuck is wrong with me?
Anyway, I entered the room, and closed the door behind me. (Again, with difficulty, but I succeeded.) Just in case the light would suddenly turn on and Feliciano would scream like all hell has broke loose and enveloped his body.
I didn't want to deal with that.
"Wake up." I nonchalantly commanded.
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'Commanded?'
I sound like mother-fucking Germany.
Nonetheless, I was replied with a groan and the sound on sheets moving other each other. I carefully (Because there was no freaking light in the room) walked over to him and handed him hi cup of…
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Uh…
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…b-blood.
That's just so fucked-up.
So, while I could waste this time telling you how Feliciano had a hard time drinking from the cup because certain teeth were larger and sharper, I'll just clear up a few things.
First, no one knows he's a vampire. Unfortunately, they're starting to suspect something. Hopefully they'll just stop thinking soon, damn it.
Second, he actually gets out of bed around seven, because the sun is 'weak' or something and it doesn't bother him.
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It feels awkward telling you guys this.
Is it awkward reading it?
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…anyway. Third, he doesn't come up when the sun is out.
That may have been obvious, but we're freaking Italy. WE'RE A FREAKING SUNNY PENINSULA KNOWN FOR IT'S GOOD SUNNY-NESS.
But no, Feliciano hates the sun now, so it's more like WE'RE A FREAKING HALF-LIGHTED PENINSULA KNOWN FOR THE WEIRD WAY THE SUN SHINES ON IT.
That just sounds so fucked-up.
Fourth, the only time he'll come out during the day is when it's cloudy and the sun is covered. But like I said, this Italy, we (were) known for our sunny-ness.
How would this work then?
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Oh I know, we are no longer 'North' or 'South', but 'Light' and 'Dark'.
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There are so many things wrong with that…
A/N: This was taken off of my story from a different website (Which obviously allows you to publish stories) and will update more if it's interesting. I have only 8 chapters up though. Review please~