AN: WARNING! One sided Itacest with an OOC Feliciano towards the end of this chapter! I've warned you! I know it may not be some people's cup of tea but it helps to add the Drama factor to this story! One of my lovely reviewers figured that out in the first chapter... Good job to you!

I was at one of my dad's band gigs when I suddenly thought, 'Oh lordy... I really made Feliciano weird, didn't I?' Then I asked myself why I was thinking about the story while my dad played 'Breakfast at Tiffany's' by the Deep Blue Something. Yeah, the wierd writer in me is inspired by everything... I mean, really, listen to the song, read the lyrics, then BOOM: kinda angsty Spamano!

Long Author's note is way too long and weird.

But, all the weirdness aside, I hope you enjoy!

The night was a grand one for each one of the friends. All three males laughed, reminisced, and enjoyed themselves like they had not done in all the years Gilbert was traveling. Francis danced with almost every young lady and lad in the room but only one caught his eye.

Francis's blue hues locked onto mossy green ones framed by eyebrows as wide as two of his own fingers, He knew, right away, that that green eyed male was to be his. Francis offered the boy a dance only to be denied, but Francis was a persistent one. He followed the short haired blond around until he finally relented and danced the rest of the night away with Francis.

Gilbert, who, as the night progressed, found the earth to be much too unstable for his liking, found a man of his own. As he wobbled around, his only support being his faithful friend's strong, tan arm, he stumbled into the arms of softly spoken boy with eyes the strange shade of lavender.

The boy had a strange curl in his hair, just like Lovino, Antonio thought as he rushed to help his friend, though Lovino's failed to loop all the way around like the blond's did. The younger blond boy smiled sheepishly at the tipsy male in his arms.

"Matty! I did not think you would be here," slurred Gilbert, his head resting on Matthew's shoulder heavily. A blush bloomed on the boy's face as he tried to support the white haired male. Antonio rushed over, his blue jacket fluttering behind him.

"Gilbert! I believe you should go la-"

"It is ok, Mister Antonio, sir," said Matthew as he fondly patted the pale hair on the grinning male's head. Antonio smiled warmly and gave a swift nod of his head, leaving the strange couple.

Antonio, once free of his muddled companion, wondered aimlessly around the room. He danced with young ladies but only paid them half of his attention. The other half was stolen away with every glance of hazel shaded eyes or dark brunet hair, each reminding him Lovino.

He cursed the boy multiple times that night. Antonio cursed himself as well for letting Lovino continuously haunt his mind.

Poor Antonio, though, was not the only person in the commonwealth who found themselves more than obviously smitten.

-Fear My Lineynese-

Lovino sighed and he rested his chin in his open palm as he watched his brother paint. Feliciano's humming glided soothingly over his older brother's ears while the teen rested on the bed.

On the small canvas situated in front of Feliciano was a partially completed painting of The Mountains, the ones that surrounded and contained the Kingdom of Alekzandra. Most people with a status similar to Lovino's have never ventured outside of those imposing walls of Earth, choosing to make a life for themselves and their families in the only land they know.

Lovino's grandfather, Roma, came from outside of The Mountains, migrating to the kingdom with his father as a young boy. Roma would put the brothers to bed with stories from his father about the world outside of The Mountains; Feliciano's eyes would twinkle with amazement while Lovino scoffed at the very idea of life outside.

No matter how much Lovino scoffed, though, his dreams were still filled with towers leaning by the grace of the Gods and small boats gliding gently though the liquid streets of a floating city. He doubted the existence of such places but, oh, how he longed to travel there.

"Lovi? Ve... Lovino? Lovino," Feliciano whispered loudly, snapping Lovino's eyes open and earning a sharp, sideways glare. Feliciano smiled in reply to his brother's mean expression and skipped over to the bed.

"Hello, brother," the younger boy placed a small kiss on the older's cheek. Lovino grunted and rolled over onto his stomach. He turned his face towards his brother and spied the well used, wide brush gripped tightly in Feliciano's fingers. The almost emerald green on the bristles sent a jolt through the hazel eyed boy.

Those eyes, Antonio's eyes; he remembered those bright eyes. Eyes that flickered with mirth and amusement, and something else Lovino's tender mind couldn't quite comprehend. Those green eyes were a freshly baited hook and Lovino's mind was the starving fish who was caught, reeled in, and soon to be devoured by the noble himself.

The poor boy shook his head, trying to shake free his mind from the trap the older male had somehow set in Lovino's thoughts. But nothing he did would rid his brain of those green orbs, that shining smile, the soothing voice.

"Damn it," Lovino muttered, and was replied with a confused hum from his brother.

"Ve? What is wrong, Lovi?"

"Nothing. Go back to your painting."

"Oh, come now, Ve, you can tel-"

"It is that damn noble, Antonio," Lovino snapped as he pushed his torso off the bed to sit on his knees. Feliciano's body gave a small jerk, one that went unnoticed by his brother. He smiled to Lovino and rested his open palm on his brother's tense shoulder.

"You have no need to worry about him," the smoothness of his brother's voice and the lack of his normal tic sent a shiver through Lovino's innards.

"And besides, brother," Feliciano leaned his face closer to Lovino's, "family is all you need." Lovino knitted his eyebrows together in fear and confusion, leaning back away from Feliciano. Feliciano leaned with him, his former sweet smile shifting into a more chilling one. The elder boy's head clunked against the wall, his brother's arms replacing the empty air on either side of his head.

Trapped.

Lovino stuttered curses and tried with suddenly weak limbs to push his brother's encroaching form away. Feliciano let his eerie smile widen into a grin and he tilted his head a few degrees to the side. The older's eyes went wide, and nervous shivers wracked his body as he felt his brother's breath mixing with his own against his mouth.

Feliciano's golden hues stayed glued to the freighted hazel ones that were Lovino's while he advanced even closer, clamping his lips over his brother's quivering ones. Lovino let out a startled yelp that was swallowed by the younger brother's hungry mouth.

As Feliciano pulled away from his shaking brother, he whispered against Lovino's lips,

"Family... is all you will ever need."