After about ten minutes of walking, we arrived at a white villa that had flower boxes on the sills of the windows. We walked inside and I set the squirming feline on the ground. Then I looked around the house. The living room was to the left and I could see the kitchen to the right. Straight ahead was an iron staircase leading to the second floor. "It's a nice house!"

"Thank you bella!" Feliciano said as he set his cat on the floor who curiously had the same kind of curl that Feliciano had.

Feliciano watched the two cats as his played with mine. "What should we call them? How about you decide (name)?"

"Me? But they belong to you guys!"

Lovino shook his head. "I don't want to name them."

I looked at Feliciano. "Sorry Bella, but I want you to name them! I'd end up naming them 'tomato' and 'pasta'."

I laughed at the random names and began to think. "Well since they are from Italy; how about (pointing at mine) Romano, (pointing at Feliciano's) and Veneziano."

Both boys opened their eyes wide in surprise.

"Are those names okay?"

They recovered from their shock and quickly tried to cover it up.

"Yeah, yeah those are great names!"

"They fit the cats fine!"

"Okay, weirdoes."

There was an awkward silence.

Feliciano clapped his hands together. "Well I'm starved! Are you hungry bella? Because we're going to make pasta!"

I shook my hands in front of me, "Oh no. I couldn't possibly intrude!"

"Nonsense Bella! We'd love to have you!"

"Just think of it as a thank you for helping find Feliciano and bringing home the cats."

"Well if you put it like that, I guess I can't turn down a free meal."

Feliciano whooped as he ran into the kitchen. Lovino rolled his eyes and joined his brother. I followed and watched as they put on their aprons and started getting the ingredients out. I noticed that Lovino pulled some tomatoes out of the fridge.

"Hey, Lovino. What are those for?"

He looked at me incredulously. "For the sauce ragazza. What else?"

"Oh. I didn't know you made your own sauce."

Feliciano cut into the conversation. "It's best when it's homemade, and we always use fresh-picked tomatoes."

"Really? Do you guys have a garden?"

"Sort-of. We have a friend who owns a tomato field; he gives us a crate or so of tomatoes a week."

"A crate a week?! What do you do with them?"

Lovino blushed with embarrassment. "We eat them idiota ragazza."

I grumbled a little and sat down on the barstool at the counter. I sat there, content to watch them cook; Lovino seemed to be in charge of the sauce while Feliciano was obviously the master at making pasta. They grabbed a number of fresh spices to add to their respective bubbling pots. In about twelve minutes or so, they announced that lunch was ready.

We sat down at a small dining table and dug in to the wonderful-smelling food. I almost talked with my mouth full in my excitement. "Feliciano this pasta is amazing! And the sauce is absolutely divine! Where did you guys learn to cook like this?!"

They replied simultaneously. "We are Italian."

I shrugged as I tucked in to the hot dish, choosing to ignore the pleased blushes that appeared on their cheeks. I finished my meal in record time and sighed happily from the warm spot in my belly. Suddenly a large dark-furred creature leaped onto the table and attacked Lovino's food.

"Romano! No! Bad cat! Get off the table!" I yelled at the bad-tempered feline as I picked it up and set it on the floor.

"I-a told you that keeping those cats was a bad idea!"

"Now now fratello. Romano was just hungry because we haven't fed him yet. I'm sure he has much better manners."

I hurried to the fridge and pulled out a fish they had wrapped up in the freezer. "Can I feed them this?"

The boys looked over. "I was planning on cooking that for dinner!"

"The cats will eat your lunch if you don't let them have it."

"Fine!" Lovino huffed and crossed his arms.

I walked over to the table to grab my plate as a makeshift cat dish when the other lighter-colored feline jumped onto the tabletop to get to the tasty morsel in my hand. When it landed, it managed to knock tomato sauce all over the three of us.

"Ah!" I shrieked.

"Ve!"

"What the-"

Veneziano grabbed the fish in his mouth and jumped down. His brother immediately attacked and they both fought for the prize. I sighed as I watched them squabble, then looked down in dismay at my outfit. 'It's soiled! I really doubt that I'll ever get these stains out!'