"Don't call me Lovi." I hissed at him. That name fucken annoys me! Do I look "cute" to you? -_-
"Aww, okay Lovi!" He's trying to annoy me isn't he?
"What do you want Feli." I muttered, I probably will regret asking him this.
"Oh! We are going to grandpa's academy in America! Isn't that cool fratello!" I rolled my eyes. School in America is going to be hell. They mainly eat fast-food there which is really gross, and there are few restaurants that serve good quality food. I mean, their pizza is basically fast food! It's so greasy and bland, it really looks like someone took a crap on it! Their tomatoes aren't even that good! Don't get me started on my tomato rant. And the pasta... maybe not the best, but it's not the worst either. "Okay, and...?" I said, really unenthusiastic about this.
"I'm really excited to go!" "You're always excited for everything." I mumbled.
"I know, but it's World Hetalia Academy! There are going to be so many people from all over the world! That includes really pretty girls, ve~" Pretty girls... From all over the world!... That can't be too bad... NO! Dammit! Don't think that Lovi! You're not suppose to care! But you can't blame me, I am ITALIAN after all... "Whatever Feli." I replied fast and hid my face before he saw me blushing. Dammit he got to me this time.
"Aw come Lovi! Cheer up, it's going to be fun! Oh I know what will help you, I'll go cook you some pasta!
"Pasta doesn't solve everything fratello. Maybe for you though." I hissed. Next thing you know, he's hugging me to death! "HUG THERAPY!" He shouted with his big smile.
"Feliciano get off of me! And stop with your hug therapies!" I scowled at him.
"Nope, not until you are happy fetello!" God, having a little brother who is always happy and cheerful can be really annoying.
"If you don't stop hugging me, then you won't be able to make pasta." I mumbled, and all a sudden he released me. Thank god, that bastard.
"Pasta!" He shouted as he ran to the kitchen. Hmph, that idiot and his pasta. Can't blame him though.
"Feliciano, why does your luggage smell like it has pizza in it?"
"Ve!~ Because it does have pizza in it silly! See look!" He opened his luggage and it revealed different kinds of pasta noodles, wine(isn't there a drinking age of 21 in America?) pizza(of course) and other ingredients. What the fuck is wrong with my brother?
"FELICIANO YOU IDIOT!" I screamed at him.
"What? You don't like it Lovi?" "Go pack some real stuff like clothes you idiot. You can't wear pasta around, and I believe you have to be 21 to drink in America." This is going to be a long year, I can tell already...
"But I did pack clothes! It's all in your bag Lovi!"
"WHAT!" No wonder why it felt heavier.
"Ve~ I hope you don't mind fratello!"
"Bastard."
"Aw Lovi, I'm sorry! Oh I know! I'll pack you some tomatoes!" Then he ran off. Dammit, we are going to be late. And I do not NEED any tomatoes!
"Lovi wake up! We are here!"
"Go away."
"Lovi you got to wake up though!"
"Bastard leave me alone."
"Lovino come on! Nonno is waiting for us! He probably even cooked us food!"
"I don't care Feliciano."
"Fine, more tomatoes for me."
"Bastard." Then I got up.
"Ve~ You're finally up!"
"Not like I had a choice." I scowled. "Now lets go get us some tomatoes."
"Hehe, okay!" Feli chirped. Yes, I did eat the tomatoes Feli pack... BEFORE we even got to the airport. Don't judge me you bastard. They're good!
"Feliciano! Lovino! It's so good to see you guys! You've all grown so much, finally looking a lot like your old man here!"
"Bastard, we don't look that much like you."
"Lovi be nice to Nonno!" Feli whined.
"Haha it's okay Feliciano. You guys hungry? I prepared lots of pasta!"
"Ve!~ Pasta!" Feli chirped. I rolled my eyes at him.
"Got any tomatoes?" Then I facepalmed at my own question. If he didn't have any tomatoes, he wouldn't have any pasta sauce. Ugh I'm so stupid. But it's not my fault! I just want some fucken tomatoes.
"Of course I do Lovino! I have more than enough!"
"You better." I mumbled. "Ve~ Let's go eat now! I'm starving!"
"Bastard. You're always hungry." Our grandpa just laughed at us.
I laid down on a massive bed. God my grandpa was more then rich! But the bed felt so good to sink down and relax...
"LOVI! HELP ME!" Dammit.
"Lovi! Lovi! Lovi!" He whined.
"What do you want Feli."
"Tie my shoe for me please?"
"What! No you bastard. Do it yourself!"
"Please Lovi!" He continued to whine. "LLOOOVVVVIIIII!"
"Fine!" Why do I always agree? Gah, how stupid is he?
"Ve~ Thank you fratello!" He hugged me then skipped out happily while humming a tune.
"Bastard." I mumbled. I looked down and saw my shoe laces, and they were untied. Dammit.
Hehe, chapter 2 for you!~ Yea I decided to just switch off between characters, to keep it interesting.
They won't be entering the academy for maybe a week or 2 but yea!
Comment? Rate? I dunno, hope you liked it though!
Characters:
Romano: Lovino Italy: Feliciano Rome: Grandpa
Words:
fratello = Brother (Italian)
nonno = Grandpa (Italian)
Other:
Ve = Feli's accent tick