There was something in the air.
It wasn't bad, though. It was… sweet. Spicy. Something like the smell of bread when you pull it fresh out of the stone oven.
This was what Feliciano Vargas woke up to, along with the view of his mirror image sleeping soundly across from him. He smiled. Lovino wouldn't wake until he felt it necessary to do so, which would most likely be, if Feliciano knew his twin at all, when he smelled pasta being cooked downstairs.
Feliciano laid his head back down on his pillow, watching his brother sleep. Thin brows were knitted even in rest, causing freckled, tan skin to wrinkle between them. The younger brother sighed and reached out to run a finger across the skin. It immediately relaxed under his touch and Feliciano giggled quietly. Lovino was most likely dreaming of tomatoes.
A quick adjustment of his hips brought Feliciano's body closer to his brothers. He smiled when Lovino sneezed cutely in his sleep and snuggled into his pillow. A wave of scented air, that sweet and spicy bread smell, flew over Feliciano and he giggled, closing his eyes as he leaned in even closer to Lovino.
This was their birthday. It wasn't supposed to feel any different than any other day, but Feliciano couldn't help but smile at everything that went well. He smiled again when Lovino muttered something about vermicelli under his breath. Under any other circumstances, Feliciano would have gotten up, started breakfast, and waited for his brother to rouse himself, but this seemed the day to not do such a thing. For some reason or another, Feliciano couldn't bring himself to leave his mirror image alone on their special day. He sighed before cuddling into his brother's chest.
Lovino's scent wafted over the younger Italy once more and he giggled again, reaching up to plant a tiny kiss on the darker brunette's lips. Another sigh escaped his throat. "Buon compleanno, fratello." With the sentence uttered, a firm arm wrapped around Feliciano's waist suddenly, and the smaller gasped, his eyes traveling upward to see if Lovino had been awakened. Tan eyelids were still closed peacefully.
"Buon compleanno, Feliciano..."
Written quickly for the Italy brothers' special day~ Happy birthday, boys! (and St. Patrick's Day, but who cares about Iggy's big bro? -shot-)
Thank you for reading! Reviews appreciate, not demanded, and flames will be used to stoke the fire of Mrs. Lovett's oven~