"Why did we come?" Luciano asked as he followed alongside his brothers. Lorenzo had wanted to sleep over Oliver's house with the other micronations. "It's not like we're staying at this stupid micro-party."
Flavio put an arm around his shoulders and smiled. "Lighten up, Luc. I figured Oliver could use a little company for a bit."
"I have to hang out with the pink one?" Luci complained, rolling his eyes.
"I told you guys not to come," Lorenzo laughed. "I can go places myself."
"I know, I know," Flav chuckled, ruffling the youngest brother's hair. "But I'm allowed to make sure my baby fratellino has a safe trip, aren't I?" He threw his arms around both siblings and pulled them close for a hug.
Lorenzo chuckled and playfully swatted his hand away. "You worry too much. I'm old enough to take care of myself, Flavi."
"Doesn't make you any less of my baby brother."
"Yeah, well, Luci is too." He chuckled, seeing the "please don't" look the other gave him.
"Yes, well, he's deadly," Flavio joked.
Luciano rolled his eyes irritably and continued to listen to the two of them go back and forth. He was surprisingly glad when they'd finally reached the Brit's house. And yet, he already wanted to leave. Before they could even knock, the door swung open, revealing an irritated micronation.
The boy had dark hair and wore fairly colorful clothing. Despite the bratty expressions, it was obvious he was related to Oliver. "What, you can't even come here without your fratellos?" he mocked, smirking.
The elder Italian brothers both raised a brow and exchanged a glance. Lorenzo snickered and burst out laughing, earning a glare from his friend.
"What?" Richard asked.
"Idiota," Lorenzo said, calming himself down. "It's fratelli, not fratellos," he explained. "Seriously, you should stick to English," he finished and walked into the house, his brothers following behind.
"Now, Lorry," Flavio said. "Be nice, alright?" He turned to the grumpy boy. "Don't mind him, Richard. Is your brother around?"
Richard sneered and stuck out his tongue before storming off into the house. Soon enough, the elder Italian brothers were left alone in the entryway.
"Don't be nice to that brat," Luciano growled as he hung his jacket on a coat rack. "He misused our language."
"He didn't know, fratello," Flavio sighed.
"Then he shouldn't have used it."
The blond rolled his eyes and hung his own coat up, turning and walking toward the kitchen, where he rightfully assumed the house owner to be. Sure enough, Oliver was at the counter, icing cupcakes for the micronations to munch on. He had several other snacks prepared as well. "Need any help~?" Flavio asked, startling the Brit.
"Oh my. Flavio, you gave me a fright," Oliver squeaked, blinking. He then grinned, happy for the company. "I suppose you came with Lorenzo?"
"Si," he answered just as Luciano begrudgingly entered the room. "And I dragged him along too," he said, eyes shifting to his brother with a joking smirk on his face. "Need any help?" he asked, eyeing the colorful treats.
Oliver giggled. "I'm actually just about done. Would you like one?" he offered. Flavio nodded, fingers instantly wiggling toward the mini cupcakes and picking one out. He unwrapped it, careful not to make a mess with the icing, and plucked it into his mouth. "Do you like it?" Oliver asked cheerfully.
"Oh, it's delicious~!" Flav exclaimed, licking a smudge of icing off his finger. "Wonderful as always."
"Thank you," Ol chirped, smiling. "Would you like one?" he asked, turning to Luci, who immediately looked cautious.
"How do I know it's not poisoned?"
"Luci!" Flavio warned, glaring at his brother. Luciano groaned lightly and rolled his eyes.
"They aren't poisoned, poppet," Oliver assured. "After all, I'm feeding them to a bunch of children. I'm not that cruel," he laughed.
"Of course. Who would want a bunch of sick kids staying at their house?" Luci remarked bitterly, earning a wide-eyed glare from his elder brother. "What? Tch. Fine," he said and reached out for a little cupcake, inspecting it in front of his face. He glanced between Flavio and Oliver and sighed, taking a tiny bite and swallowing before contemplating any more.
"Well? Do you like it?"
"It's alright," Luci mumbled, nibbling a bit more.
Flavio shook his head in disgrace. He really had to teach his fratelli some manners.
This chapter was written mainly in one short sitting due to a review I got last chapter. XD I hope it was still entertaining.
To the guest who left a very rude review about the title of this story, I'd just like to point out:
Fratelli is the plural of fratello. This story is about several brothers, not just one. I appreciate your enthusiasm about having correct information, but please study and know your information before "correcting" someone else. This chapter is dedicated to you since I could not reply back to a guest review.
Oh, and (just so you know I'm not mispelling fratello here either) "fratellino" means younger/little brother. Hence why Flavio is typically the one to use it, as he is the oldest. And really, I can't see Luci using it much for Lorenzo. lol
To my other lovely readers: If you ever think that I have made some sort of mistake in language/culture or something, please inform me kindly. I don't want to put out false information, so I always try to do my research before writing. However, I can still make mistakes. So please, inform me in a mature fashion. I would really appreciate it. :)
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