Salvatorio - Seborga
Lovino - Romano
Feliciano - North Italy
Today was the day.
Salvatorio Vargas was graduating from school! He was legally an adult!
Lovino and Feliciano jumped on their brother's back, squeezing him tight.
"You've graduated! Finally, you midget!" Lovino laughed, clapping him over his shoulder. "We've all finished school! Huzzah!" he cried out.
Salvatorio snorted, shoving his hand off his shoulder. "Yeah, okay. But, don't you have a life? Why are you even here?"
Feliciano placed a hand over his wounded heart. "I can't believe you would say that!" he gasped. "I thought you loved us!"
"I do, but you have jobs." he raised his eyebrow.
"Whatever! Our jobs can go die anyway," Lovino scoffed. "You've graduated! It's a day of celebration!"
The brothers ran along the street together (Salvatorio in embarrassment as they shouted to everyone who would listen that the youngest Vargas brother had just graduated).
Soon later, after they had lost their voices, they sat down at a nearby restaurant and chatted away.
"Hey, you know aliens?" Feliciano brought up randomly.
"Of course we do?" Lovino scoffed. "But they're not real?"
"A-ha! But then, how do you explain this?" the Italian lifted up his phone and Salvatorio and Lovino leaned in.
'Breaking News: A UFO has been sighted by the Spanish-Portuguese border.'
"Yeah, right." Sal raised his eyebrows. "Probably some prankster wanting to be famous."
"Wait, pass that here." Lovino extended his hand for the phone and Feliciano gave it to him.
"What's this?" He lifted up the phone and let the other two read.
'Where have the Prime Ministers of Europe gone?'
"I don't know, they're doing their own things." Sal commented.
"Keep reading!"
'The Prime Ministers of Germany, Sweden, Estonia, Montenegro and Ireland have all disappeared without a trace.'
They read the article, frowning, the last sentence; 'If anyone knows the whereabouts of these Prime Ministers, please call the EU or the UN.'
"I mean... it really isn't any of our problem, is it?" Feliciano shrugged. "We can't really do anything."
"But the Prime Ministers of Europe are gone! What if they for Italy next?"
"Like Feli said, there's nothing we can about it." Salvatorio grimaced.
Lovino handed the phone back. "You're right. Anyway, how does it feel to be an adult?" he changed the topic.
"I feel the same as I was yesterday." he replied, taking a sip of his coffee.
"Let's take a walk." Feliciano spoke, standing up.
The other two followed his lead.
"You know what?" Salvatorio said, staring at the soccer field. "I think aliens actually existing would be cool."
"You mean, the green things with black eyes and they say; 'May the Force be with you'?" Lovino raised an eyebrow.
"No, that's Star Wars." Feliciano wagged his finger at the eldest brother.
He rolled his eyes.
"Hey, there's a football!" Sal cried out, pointing at the ball sitting in the corner.
The three ran towards it, and kicked it around.
Salvatorio waved goodbye to his brothers at 6:00 PM, (especially since their last rally had involved punching when they couldn't figure out who missed the kick) and walked off to his apartment.
His mind immediately travelled back to their earlier conversation.
An alien sighting... missing Prime Ministers...
He scoffed.
Aliens didn't exist, what was he thinking; they got abducted or something?
Everyone knows aliens are just superstition.
Salvatorio Vargas was an eighteen year-old Italian born citizen, raised with his two older brothers and their grandfather. Unlike his brothers, he took studying seriously and therefore could speak Italian, English and Norwegian.
He pushed back his ginger hair, and looked at the Italian Parliament House. If the Italian Prime Minister was in there...
He headed closer to it, staring at the massive building.
The next thing he knew, a green light shone over him and he felt his navel jerk upwards, dropping his bag in surprise. He floated- no, not floated, flew- up and banged his head on a surface.
He rubbed his head, and blinked. What even happened... and where was he?
