Feliciano heard the door closing downstairs and stayed at the window of his room looking at his brother as he walked away from the house. It was so nice to see him going outside now, but Feliciano was sure that Antonio would leave and go back to Spain soon, and the thought that Lovino would go back to being the sullen, angry person he had become was too much for Feliciano.

He picked up the phone and dialed their Grandfather's number.

"Ciao Feli!" said his grandfather, with such happiness in his voice, Feliciano couldn't help but smile.

"Ciao grandpa! How are you?" asked Feliciano.

"Ve~ It's alright, I'm just dealing with some work around here. How are my precious little grandsons doing now?" said his grandpa.

There was some noise behind him and the call sounded staticky. Feliciano bit his lower lip when he heard something like a fight near his grandfather.

"I'm fine, grandpa. Is now a bad moment?" asked Feliciano.

"No, it's alright. Don't worry, let me go somewhere more quiet…," said his grandfather. "Ok, it's quiet now. You sound worried Feli. Are you really fine? Did something happen?"

"No! No! No...Well maybe, uhm, not to me but…"

"Did something happen to Lovino? Is he alright? What happened? I'll go there right now!"

"No! Grandpa no! He's fine. Nothing bad happened. I just felt like you needed to know that uhm… ve… well fratello has been having a rough time. Like, emotionally. I think he would... Hmmm," Feliciano struggled with finding the words to explain himself. "I mean he's depressed. Heh, I guess I should have noticed it sooner. What with him not getting up from the bed, and not eating, and not everything. God, I'm such a terrible brother."

"What? He's depressed? Why?" asked his grandfather.

"I don't think you have to have a reason to be depressed grandpa. I think...uh…," said Feliciano, lying down on his bed. "I think it just happens."

There was a silence on the other end of the line that stretched until Feliciano felt uncomfortable. He wished he could at least see his grandfather's face.

"I don't understand…," said his grandfather after the pause. "Hmp! Well then, I'm going there and I'm going to make him see that I love him!"

Feliciano tried not to laugh and ended up coughing. "Grandpa, that's...I don't think that's the problem," he said, suddenly too aware that he didn't actually know what the problem was. He wasn't even sure there was a problem.

"Feliciano, you do appreciate your brother, right?"

"I do, grandpa."

"Really?"

"Really!"

His grandfather sighed. "I'm still going there to make sure he knows that I love him. We'll figure out how to help him later."

"Uhm, yeah...But don't tell him I told you," said Feliciano. "He'll get mad, but…"

"I know, I know. But he would have done the same thing himself anyway."

The front door slammed closed and someone ran up the stairs.

"Sorry, gotta go," whispered Feliciano and hung up just as Lovino got to his bedroom door. "Fratello, you're back. Why all the running?"

"I came back to borrow your car. I just had the best idea. We're going to the beach," said Lovino with a slight smirk.

"The beach?" asked Feliciano, but he gave Lovino the keys anyway.

"Yes. And we're picking calzones* on our way there. Antonio keeps laughing every time I say the word calzonnes for some reason, he's so stupid," said Lovino, his smirk turning into a smile.

"Do you want me to go with you?"

"What? No! Why would I?"

"It's just that you haven't driven anything in a while. I could just drive you guys there, and...leave you...alone…," said Feliciano, wisely choosing to not say that he would leave them alone together.

"No. I'm going to be ok. We'll be back tonight. I'm a perfect driver!" said Lovino, putting on his shades and walking away. "Perfect!" he yelled, running down the stairs.

Feliciano sighed in content. As long as his brother smiled and didn't crash into anything, he was happy.

He clasped his hands and made a little prayer "Please God, don't let him crash into anything. Pleeeease."

A/N: *the word calzones means panties/underwear in Spanish