Sorry, it's a short chapter, but I felt like that was where the end needed to be for this specific chapter. The next chapter will be a bit longer, I promise! Anyway, read, comment, vote! All that good stuff!
Lovino opened his eyes to see an unfamiliar ceiling, and wondered for a moment where the hell he was. When the events of the previous night came crashing back, a quiet sob escaped him. Tears streaked down his cheeks, and he curled up closer to Feliciano, who was laying next to him, looking so peaceful in his sleep.
But the peace didn't stay long. First, he began to look scared. Then he started mumbling. Then he started screaming, "Mamma, Papà!" and kicking. One kick landed in the middle of Lovino's stomach.
He grimaced at the pain, and shook Feli's shoulder. "Fratello! Wake up!" he said quietly.
Feliciano opened his eyes, his chest heaving. "Fratello, I had a horrible nightmare! Mamma and Papà were..." He trailed off, looking around at the unfamiliar surroundings. "It wasn't just a dream, was it?" he asked quietly. He threw his arms around Lovino, latching onto him as he cried his eyes out. Lovino just held his brother. For once, he had no mean words for the little Italian. He had already taken his family for granted once, and lost two thirds of it. He wouldn't go wrong by Feli again. He would be the nice, helpful brother he needed. Or at least, he would try to be... As long as his damn temper didn't get in the way.
The door opened suddenly, and Lovino looked up to see the woman from before, who presumably owned the house.
"How are you boys doing?" she asked. The sympathy and pity in her eyes instantly made Lovino angry.
"How do you think we're doing, bitch? Our parents just died!" he yelled.
The shock on the woman's face made Lovino feel slightly guilty. She was taking them in when they had no where else to go. But at least that damn pity was gone from her eyes.
"We're trying to find foster homes for you two," she said, her voice now cold. "We've found a family in Germany that is willing to take Feliciano for a while, but they don't think they can handle having two teenage foster kids. They already have one teenager at home."
Lovino swallowed hard. He knew what this meant. Feliciano was being taken from him too. "No!" Lovino snapped. "You're not taking my fratello from me!"
He hugged Feliciano close. They couldn't take him. They couldn't take the last of his family!
"Sweetheart, this is what's best for him," the woman said softly. "Don't you want him to have a nice family taking care of him, even if you can't be there?"
Lovi finally let go of Feliciano, and stormed out the door. He didn't want to admit that the bitch was right. He sat out in the garden he found for a long time. Finally, when it was getting dark, the woman came out with a man and another woman behind her.
"Lovino, these are going to be your foster parents," she said.
"I don't care," Lovino said. "I wanna stay with my brother."
"Feliciano is staying with a family in Germany," the woman said. "I've already explained that you can't go with him."
Lovino glared at her. "Shut the fuck up!" he yelled. "Don't send him to the potato bastards then! Actually put some effort into finding someone who will take both of us, instead of shipping us off to the first unlucky fuckers you can find!"
The woman glared at him. "Lovino, you may want to watch your language, especially when speaking to your elders," she snapped.
"Yeah, I know, gotta be nice to the old people," Lovino snapped.
The woman glared at him. "If you don't change your attitude, you'll find that not many foster homes will put up with you for long."
"Um, can we speak with you for a moment, in private?" the woman who was to be Lovino's foster mother asked.
"Of course," the woman who Lovino had come to think of as The Bitch said.
They went back into the house, and several minutes later, Lovino watched as a car pulled out of the driveway and sped off down the road. They just couldn't wait to get away from him, could they?