Reaching around from my side of the bed, the covers being removed from my curled frame, my thin fingers wrapped around my brother's cheek. He always did have soft skin. A smile growing on my face, he was always asleep it seems. I know one way to wake him up. My fingers slipped under the strands of stray brown hair. My ears caught a loud groan and his eyes shot open, orbs of green fire.

"What do you think you are doing you…?" I knew what word he would say next, my brother had a horrendous habit he had picked up since he was young.

"What am I?" I answered, since I did not use such words, a taint of humanity. We are brothers, almost twins, but he inherited our mother's green eyes and darker hair. I on the other hand looked like your run of the mill Italian.

Our school uniform was a white dress shirt with the emblem of our class sewn on the chest and black dress pants that seemed to cling to my legs. My brother had to help me wrap the blue scarf around my neck.

"You are old enough to be doing this yourself, idiot." His scarf softly brushing against my ear. There was no time to wait. I soon sighed.

"Can I have some pasta first?" I whined to him, tugging on his sleeve.
"No!'" He growled out, practically dragging me from that spot.

Our school was not like any other, a large courtyard with towering oaks and cherry trees whose white flowers have just blossomed. Many students gathered around on stone benches, I could see them, Gilbert hiding in the shade of the oak with a boy whose name that I could not place. Soon a sound alerted me to the brother behind me and a slap confirmed my speculations. Lovino hates Gilbert.

"Stop getting all flushed over that boy, it is not like you are gay." His voice seemed to boom in my ears. Lovino is right, I am not gay. Am I? Lovino was homophobic, unlike I was. I had many friends that were gay, Feliks the Pole in his pink skirt that brought a smile to my face.

As my brother passed me by to be with his girlfriend, I headed towards the oak tree, Gilbert hidden under it.
"Hey, wanna hear my new song?" He asked, taking out a stringed instrument, starting to sing in his native tongue, which I could not understand, but the blond boy huffed, his dark green uniform almost hidden by the shade of the tree.

Gilbert never wore the school uniform, instead wearing a long sleeved shirt, always dark blue with black gloves, black pants that overlapped his boots. I saw that today he wore bandages, more than likely because he was sun-baked. Over his eyes he wore black glasses, not to look cool, but so he can protect the eyesight he has.

Suddenly I felt a hand grab my scarf, ripping it from my neck, I knew those hands anywhere.
"Let's play a game, da?" He said in his heavy accent.