Lovino's POV
I watched as he pitifully begged for me to talk to him, but only felt less convinced to recognize his presence. I finished up my meal and left him behind as I exited the house and wandered around town for the majority of the day. I arrived home again into the evening, I had eaten lunch and dinner out determined not to eat his cooking again. The lights were out so I assumed that he had gone to sleep already, he obviously didn't care where I had gone and when I'd be back. The thought made me furious, as I stormed inside prepared to knock him upside the head.
Narrator's POV
Lovino slammed the door behind him as he entered the house, the sound did nothing to wake the younger sibling from his coma like sleep on the couch. The angered male step closer and struck the other on the back of the head, then made way up the stairs to his room where he remained for the rest of the night. The injured man jolted up clutching his head in pain wondering what had happened, slowly he look in the direction his brother had went and proceeded to go and sleep in his own room not paying heed to the growling of his stomach, only the thought how he must have done something terrible wrong and didn't deserve food.
After a horrible sleep Lovino grumpily made his way towards the staircase where a series of crashes came from, he peered down them to see his brother laying in pieces of a broken vase, one of Lovi's most prized possessions, it had been from Antonio. He fumed as he marched down the steps intent on punishing his idiot of a brother.
"You complete moron! What have you done? How could you be such an inconsiderate bastard? I hate you!" He emphasized his anger with a punch to the jaw, he had never struck his brother with intentions of actually dealing pain before but he had gone to far. Eating his tomatoes and breaking his property, that was the line that not even family could cross. Lovino walked back to his room after spitting on the fallen man in disgust, if only he had let him explain.
Feliciano's POV
Still sore from yesterday I dragged myself out of bed and down the hall, then everything flew past as I slipped on Lovino's discarded shoe from yesterday. I tumbled down the stairs, colours blurred as I felt my ankle make an audible crack and my wrist bend at an impossible angle. It ended with my head meeting the last step and Lovi's treasured vase shattering against the hardwood floor. I sat up wearily and held my head to stop the world from spinning, I didn't hear much but I could tell my brother was in front of me yelling. My head twisted back and a sharp sting appeared on my jaw line, my brother had hit me and he had said those three words again. I hate you. They rung over and over as I felt the glass cut me from where I had fallen onto it tried to pick it up, my injuries ached too. Blood was soaking the back of my shirt but still I lay there wondering where it all went wrong. He hates me.