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Ch.1 Grandpa Rome

Lovino and Feliciano Vargas were born around the same time. Lovino, being the older twin, had always had a protective eye over his younger brother.

Even though they had their Grandfather to watch over them, he still wanted to protect his fratello. "Lovino, Feliciano! Come here! I have'a a story to tell'a you."

Their Grandfather would set Feliciano on his right leg, and Lovino on his left. Lovino always knew that Grandpa Rome's left leg was his weak leg. He

wondered why he was always set on that leg, but he eventually figured it out. He was not but the age of 2(human years) once his Grandpa told him his last

story. It was the same. About his glory days, the women, the money, the women, the fame, oh and did he mention the women? Their Grandfather was a

player. He always seemed to have some woman home with him, because of his unusual good looks.

"Well, that is'a the end'a of my story. Lovino, I need'a you to go and fetch some'a water. OK?" Rome asked his eldest grandson.

"Of course, Grandpa Rome." Lovino turned and skipped away to the river.

It was a good distance away, and because of Lovino's short legs, it would take him a while. Rome took this as his chance to take Feliciano away. Feliciano was asleep as always, so he didn't have to worry about him screaming.

Rome got up, and walked away, leaving Lovino to fend for himself.

Around that time Lovino was softly singing to himself as he filled the bucket with clear, fresh water. I wonder if I should pick a flower for Feliciano? Lovino thought to himself.

A bright red chanson dancing in the breeze caught his eye. He plucked it reluctantly, and trotted back to wear he thought Feliciano and his Grandpa would be.

"Nonno? Fratello?" Lovino called as he reached the shadded area where they last were seen. It was empty, except for a couple of coins, and a note.

Lovino could barley red but he knew what it meant. It read:

"Dear Lovino,

I am sorry. I am taking Feliciano with me back home, and you will never see him again.

I have been thinking for awhile now, and the reason I choose him, was because he has more potential than you. He can clean, cook, and draw

wonderfully. You cook poorly, your cleaning is half-hearted, and you draw like shit. I diddn't mean for this to happen, but I have no choice.

Take care of yourself, and stay out of trouble. Goodbye, my grandson.

-Grandpa Rome"

Lovino crummbled the letter in his hands. He felt his heart tear in half. Hot tears poured down his face. He could never see his Grandfather ever again.

Not that he cared for him, but he could never see his beloved fratello ever again. He loved his brother so much, he just had a hard time of saying that he loved him.

Now, he can never say it. Ever. "T-they left me..." Lovino started to feel hatred in his heart. He gave a dark look.

"GODDAMMIT!" He yelled at the top of his lungs. He then put a hand over his mouth. What had he just said? Did he just swear? Honestly, to him, it felt good.

He swore again "Those fucking assholes! I hate them! I hate them! I HATE EVERYONE!" He smiled evily. This was the start of the new Lovino. The one who

was never again going to be picked on. The Lovino who had no once left. The Lovino who was on his own. The Lovino who promised himself he would hate everyone.

He was never going back after that.

I really liked this chapter :3 I also love cliffhangers so...watch out. Well, sorry to my readers who I promised that this would be out by like 4 days ago...I'm sorry. I have been really busy lately and juggling chores, band, getting ready for school, and writing is hard. But I will try my hardest to get this out by next week. Okay, now on to translations:

Translations:

Fratello-Brother(Italian)

Nonno-Grandfather(Italian)

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