Hello world! I'm terribly sorry for not posting anything for so long! Sometimes the "niggles", as my friend MoonClaimed (who incidentally edited this. She's good like that.) calls them, don't arise for awhile. But fear not! I actually have a few ideas popping around in my head (quite a few for this story). The bad news: 18 credits of summer classes, 2 CampNanoWriMos, and a job. I'm sure I'll squeeze in some writing somewhere…
Anyway, I'm very pleased to release my first multichap story! I really had a blast writing it, and I hope you enjoy it!
By the way, did you know that the name America is the female version of Amerigo?
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"Fratello! Fratello! Wake up!" Lovino grumbled as he was shook roughly awake.
"What?" he spat, glaring harshly at his brother. "What could be so important that you had to wake me at," Lovino squinted at the clock beside him. "Fuck Feli! It's 4:30 in the morning!" He better not have had a nightmare about being licked by a cat again.
"Ve, I'm sorry, mi dispiace, but it's important! It's about America! He was named after Amerigo Vespucci!"
Lovino stared blankly at Feliciano. "…He's been named that for 500 years and you only just realized that? I mean, Christ, I knew you were slow, but that's really bad."
"Ve? Lovi, that's mean!"
"Stop," he yawned, "calling me that. Now go the fuck back to sleep!"
"But fratello! Don't you realize what that means? America's Italian!"
Lovino froze. His brother had actually said something that made sense. America... was Italian. The energetic brat was one of them! And if they had America on their side…
"Feli, do you realize what this means?"
Feliciano nodded. "I'm a big brother just like you!"
"No! Well, I guess…" Lovino frowned. Where had he been going with this? Oh, that's right.
"What it means is that we'll be a force to be reckoned with."
"You mean-"
Lovino smirked. "That's right. The great Roman Empire will rise again."
So, what do you think? I know it's really short, but it is an intro. The next chapter is much longer and should be posted shortly.