Feliciano looked at his list again, nearly finishing it, while going through the market place, Feli unconsciously grabbed on too Alfred's hand while dragging him along.
He didn't think of it as anything new, after all Feliciano was a clingy person, and it felt nice, really nice. His hand felt soft, so it didn't really bother him.
When the two neared the clinic, Feliciano had let go and started to run.
"I'm-a beat you-a there!"
"You're challenging me? Bring it on!" The two then started to race each other.
Right when Alfred was about to pass Feliciano, Feli unleashed unused energy and won the race, leaving Alfred in the dust. Let's hope the food is okay.
"Damn Feli, still fast as ever... How do you do it?" He asked his friend as they walked inside to the other half of the clinic.
"Hehe, Alfie you-a know why!" Feli gave his signature smug smile while his curl bounced in glee, "I am my grandpa's nipote!"
"Dude, that doesn't answer the question.."
Busting into the kitchen, there is Lovino, looking through the cupboards with a tomato in his mouth.
"Big brother! I brought-a food for-a Saint Valentine's Feast!" Feliciano happily announces while putting down the food, which seems alright thankfully, "Alfie will-a join us!"
"That is-a great, but he ain't helping!" Lovino informs his brother.
"What? Why?" Alfred was confused.
"You suck anale at cooking."
Alfred blinked.
Lovino groaned, "Your-a brother told us himself you never-a touched a pan! Now get out! If You want to-a learn, do it another time!" He then shoved him out the kitchen and shut the door.
Alfred looked at the door before heading to Feliciano's room, which is all he could do at that point and wait.
The Italian brothers prepped food and fed their oven fire, and collecting water.
Lovino looked over at his happy-go-lucky brother as he stirred a pot filled with joy.
"You sure like bring that-a stupid-a american by.. and hanging around him.." Lovino muttered
"Because-a he is-a fun! Lovi you know this!" Feliciano piped.
"Just making me-a think you like him a little more than your-a letting on.."
Feliciano stopped, his smile frozen but his face turning a special red, and Lovino takes notice.
"I-a knew it.."
Feli dropped what he was doing, "No no no no! Fratello non è così! Tu fraintendi! Alfie is my friend you know this! Why would you think-a that?!"
[T/N: Brother is not like that! You misunderstand!]
"Shut it will you? I think-a so because you-a develop little 'quirks' when you-a are around him, you-a didn't do that for his brother. You-a talk about him as much as you-a talk about that damn potato bastard, but you give him a little more attention than potato bastard." Lovino listed, "You also are more-a clingy and don't really talk to le belle ragazze as much when he's around.
[T/N: The pretty girls]
Feliciano stayed quiet.
"I could-a list more, but you get-a the idea."
Feli slowly started to stir the pot again, hanging his head in shame, "How long.. Did you know..?"
Lovino went back to cooking as well, "I guess I had a feeling, your-a sometimes hard to-a read, and I didn't want to-a believe it."
"Will you tell-a grandpa..?"
"No. Even if he did know, it would be other people knowing that would ruin us." Lovino says blatantly.
"But-a how?"
"You know-a why. You know how wrong your feelings are, if people found out that the grandson of a well respected doctor was like 'that' he would have to disown him just to save business, though I'm not sure since grandpa is so powerful.." He thought for a second, "I'd be on the safe side."
"You don't-a care, Lovi..?" Feli tilted his head at his brother in confusion and worry.
"Feliciano Vargas, I may hate how annoying you are, I may be jealous how grandpa likes you-a more, and how your drawings are better.. and how the girls like you more.." Lovino listed, "But-a, you are my-a brother, and at the end of the day it don't matter, just means you won't be there when I pick up a bella in the future.."
Feliciano smiled and hugged his brother, "Big brother I love you!"
"Aye aye shit head I'm-a cooking here!"
Alfred looked around Feliciano's room, with nothing much to do, he looked out the window that has a view of the horse stables with Antonio getting one ready for a ride. He silently wished Antonio had stayed so he could have had a conversation with him.
Then Alfred had an amazing idea: Thinking back to the past.
It was perfect! He was alone, maybe he could recall the face of his mom..
'Let's see.. she was.. hm.' Alfred thought hard.
Though an old picture he found while looking through storage, she had long hair and was real pretty. Looking back on that picture, she was sitting, and behind her were some young men. Alfred remembers that there were four young men behind her, she was sitting on the right holding a baby he knew was Matthew because of the curl the baby had, in the middle looked like a younger Arthur, and on the left was a grown man. Guessed that was his dad.
Alfred always wondered why he never brought up the guys in the back, or their parents. He'll have to ask Matthew if he knows anything.
After thinking long and hard, Lovino and Feliciano had finished cooking, by then Julius had returned, do did Antonio. Must have been a short ride.
All were excited for the feast, which was delicious even though the two worked fast. During the dinner Julius said how it was okay for Alfred to stay, Lovino swearing about it and Antonio teasing him about something. Weird of all to Alfred was how Feliciano was acting more bubbly and detached than usual.
'He must have worked himself hard, I gotta learn how to cook so I won't be in the way!'
By morning, Alfred had headed home.
Billy was shooting bottles from 20 ft, trying to see how he can shoot away from. His peers thought it was ridiculous and he was just scaring the cattle, but they all seemed impressed of how good of a gunslinger he is. Even if he did act impulsive sometimes.