~Author's note~
So yeah, my first fanfic .-. If you guys really like it, I'll post two more chapters. And I may make more if a lot of you guys enjoy them.
I really wish to thank two of my friends who helped me out with this story, you can look them up on deviantART. They are Indigomoon20, and Allmurdrsluvjam.
Anyways, I thank-you all for reading this ;w; Oh yeah, those who do not know. Isabella is Fem!Spain .u. Feli and Lovi call her Izzy though~
And yesh. Crappy title u - u Enjoy~
TRANSLATIONS (sorry if the translations are wrong):
Ciao = Hello/Bye
Fratello = Brother
Fratellone = Big brother
Fratellino = Little brother
Per favore = Please
Ti amo = I love you
Anch'io ti amo = I love you too
Hermano = Brother
Por favor = Please
Gracias = Thank-you
Buenas noches = goodnight
It was in the middle of November when Feliciano was happily invited over to Isabella's house. Of course, Feliciano was eager to travel over to Spain to see them. Because not was it just Isabella that he was happy to see.
Lovino would be there too.
"Ve~ ciao, fratellone!" Feliciano chimed as he ran over and hugged his older brother with a smile.
Only to of course, be pushed away.
Throughout most of the time, Isabella and Feliciano talked to each other, sharing their gleeful laughs about old memories. Sometimes, he'll only get a grunt out of Lovino, as he would hold Isabella lovingly. He would casually press light kisses against her neck or her cheek, having her reply with a fit of giggles as a faint dust of pink covered her cheeks. Feliciano didn't know at first, but it's obvious now.
The two of them were in a relationship.
"Ve~! Fratellone!" Feliciano whined, letting his hands flail about. Lovino replied with a sigh, soon asking in a dull tone, "What, Feli?" Feliciano looked at Isabella for a moment. She was looking back at him, smiling with her bright green eyes as she began to rest her head upon Lovino's shoulder. Quickly, he blurted out with his normal, happy tone, 'I never get any affection from my fratellone. You give Izzy too much." He ended his sentence with a small pout, looking up at his dear brother innocently. Lovino just let out another sigh as he gave Feliciano a small hug. Feliciano paused for a moment before hugging back, happily yelling out, "Yay!" Lovino only grunted and glanced at Isabella. He softened his gaze on her as he mouthed out, 'I'm sorry.' Isabella answered back with a simple nod and a few giggles. After doing so, Lovino quickly said, "There, Feli. Now, let go."
No…
Just a bit more…
Can't I at least have this, fratellone?
Feliciano stepped back, only to grab Isabella and pull her into the hug as well. "Ve~ group hug!" The young nation yelled out.
If she's here, fratellone…
Then will you let me?
"Fratello, no!" Lovino yelled, stopping Feliciano's train of thoughts. "Let my girlfriend and I go!" He continued.
My girlfriend and I…
The words sank into the Italian's mind. He was right about them, for they really are lovers now. For some reason, it made Feliciano a bit sad.
He quickly pushed the thoughts away and continued objecting to his brother, "Ve~ But this is nice, fratellone." Lovino gritted his teeth and spat out, "No it isn't!" "It is!" Feliciano yelled back, sad at how quickly Lovino was declining everything.
"Let me go, now!" Lovino yelled out in frustration.
The room fell silent.
"Why do you always reject me, fratello?" Feliciano mumbled, holding back tears. "Do you hate me?" Lovino looked away from his brother, ignoring his second question, he stated, "Because I can, okay?" Feliciano looked at him, in a heartbroken way. He slowly let go of his brother, looking down at the wooden floor. "Va b-bene." He whispered.
Having to have endured enough silence, Isabella broke in. "Oh, Lovino, C'mon!" give your hermano some brotherly love!" She pouted, looking at the Italian. Lovino glanced over at the woman before folding his arms, "Sorry," He huffed. "I'm not one for that brotherly love shit." Feliciano turned around, mumbling sadly, , "It's okay, ve. It's not like fratellone has ever cared for me before." Isabella bit her lip as looked over to Lovino, who continued to look away from the two. She then hugged the older Italian, whimpering, "Por favor, Lovi?" Feliciano could still hear them as he slowly walked, talking to himself, "V-ve," He sniffed. "Fratellone never wants me around, so I guess I'll just go." After a moment, Lovino twitched and mumbled out, "Fine."
So you'll do anything for her,
But you'll do nothing for me?
"Ve?" Feliciano called out with concern. "Gracias, Lovi." Isabella said, kissing his cheek. Lovino looked over at him in a mad way, "I said fine, dammit. Just stay here, okay? Then just for now, I'll be nice to you." Feliciano backed up, mumbling as a few tears came to his eyes, "V-ve. You're lying. Fratellone would never do this." "I'm not lying." Lovino grumbled, feeling a bit sad at his brother's words. "But," Feliciano began, looking down, almost sobbing. "He would just, push me away and leave me all alone."
Lovino's eyes widened as he watched his little brother breaking down into tears.
Have I really been treating my own brother as if he were nothing?
Lovino continued to think to himself, holding back his own tears. He just can't handle keeping himself together when seeing his little brother cry to himself. Sighing, he mumbled to him in a sad voice, "Fratello, I'm sorry." He looked away, hiding the tears which began to form. "Please stay. I promise I'll try to be nice."
"Ve." Was all Feliciano could come out with as he tried to smile. The young man hesitantly walked up to his brother, only to slowly pull Lovino into a tight, affectionate hug. He paused, just waiting to be instantly pushed away and yelled at. Surprisingly, Lovino hugged him back, finally letting his tears pour out silently as he whispered, "I'm so sorry." Feliciano then buried his face onto the fabric of Lovino's chest sullenly, letting his salted tears stain the clothing as he mumbled in a quiet and cracked tone, "You're never sorry. Never," His sobs become louder as he yelled out like a child,
"You never are!"
Lovino was really crying now.
He never lets his brother see him cry. But at the moment, Lovino didn't care at all. Just hearing what his poor fratellino say that had made them both break down into tears. During this moment, Isabella had left their room, giving them some alone time. She thought she may cause a disturbance between the two Italians.
"Feli," Lovino cried out with a cracked voice, "I'm serious now, listen to me, per favore." He took a hold of his little brother's shoulder, making him look directly into Lovino's hazel-green eyes. "I'm sorry," He said weakly, "I-I was just jealous. Yo-you always get more attention and everyone likes you, unlike me!" He tightened his grip on Felicinao's shaking shoulders. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."
"I think you're better than me."
"What?" Lovino looked up at him, completely dumbfounded and confused.
Feliciano looked away for a moment a moment before looking at him, sad that his brother didn't agree to his compliment. "You're stronger, and a bunch of other things! You're the one who should be getting the attention." His voice became more quiet. "I-I only cause trouble to everyone." He then began to hide his face back into Lovino's shirt, which is now soaked with tears. Lovino made a few more depressed sobs as he held onto the younger one tightly, "Feliciano, you don't cause trouble to everyone. You make Izzy, Germany, an-and even me, very happy," He stuttered out sadly, "And even though on days when it seems like I hate you, I don't. really I-…I…" Lovino made a small smile as more tears came.
"Ti amo, fratello."
Ti amo?
Ti amo…
He loves me.
Fratellone actually loves me!
Feliciano's amber eyes widened as he looked up into his brother's depressing eyes. Feliciano's eyes were clouded over with new tears. The younger male was unable to ponder of what to reply to him after hearing the words he has pleaded to hear for years. There was a silent pause, before he smiled and choked out between sobs, "A-anch'i-io… t-ti am-mo…!"
Lovino smiled at Feliciano with a tear stained face, then continued to hug him. Feliciano tightened his grip, bringing him even closer as he murmured a repeatedly soothing, "Thank-you." With his shattered voice. Lovino rested his head on his shoulder, closing his eyes and listened to his little brother's voice. They sat down on a couch, just comforting one another and listening to their selves cry together, happily.
Isabella soon returned to them, only to smile silently. The two boys had fallen asleep on each other. Breathing softly as their frail bodies were lying on the furniture. They have never looked so peaceful together. The woman did not wish to wake the Italians up, so she simply turned the light off and began to walk out the door, mumbling to them as she looked back with a smile,
"Buenas noches."
