Feliciano Vargas was just your average Italian boy. He was around 13, living with his father, Romulus Vargas, and fratello, Lovino Vargas, who was older by Feliciano by around 2 years.
They lived a nonchalant life in Boston, United States of America, and to most people, they were just some boring old pasta family.
At dinner one evening, Romulus announced they were going to Austria for summer break. "Will we be staying at Eliza and Roderich's house?" Feliciano asked, his voice full of curiousity. Roderich and Elizabeta Edelstein were Feliciano and Lovino's stepparents. While being strongly homophobic, they were always supportive of the two brothers. Little did they know about the Italian fratellos' sexualities. Romulus, having his mouth full, nodded. At which point, Lovino felt very much like keeling over and dying.
He HATED the Edelsteins with a burning passion. They were overbearing, and they never took their eyes off of the pair. It was like being surrounded by a flock of vigilant vultures.
After the short discussion of 'best behavior at the Edelsteins' and how they should really try to use their manners, the two brothers were dismissed. While in bed, the two fratellos were thinking very different thoughts.
The younger was thinking about the adventures he'd have in Austria, and all the potential friends he'd make.
The older was in deep thought about maybe pretending to get confused at the airport, buying a ticket to Spain, and spending summer break with his boyfriend Antonio.
But there was one thing they were both thinking..
They really needed to go to sleep.
Woo, another story! This time it's a PROPER one. :O I promise I'll update often. No more one-shots or crack fics for the time being~
Pepe out.