Lovino's POV
'Never in my life have I hated droughts as much as I do at this moment.' Lovino thought bitterly, as he swallowed the first bite of a tomato. Now that there were only thirty baskets left, he would have to ration them out so he didn't eat them all before the drought ended.
"Vee~ fratello, cosa stai facendo?(brother, what are you doing?)" Feliciano asked, walking in to Lovino's room without knocking or asking(once again.)
"Cosa ti sembra che sto facendo deficiente?(What does it look I'm doing moron?)" Lovino snapped, looking at his younger brother.
"And watch where you step! I don't want paint where it won't be removed easily!" He exclaimed, seeing Feliciano covered from head to toe in paint.
"But fratello!" Feli whined, "Your room needs more color!" Lovino's room had sandy beige floors to match the color of the beach. His walls were a cloudy, grey-white marble. His ceiling was the blue of the night sky as the day faded to night, and was mixed with a deep, vibrant, navy of the sea. Aside from the white of his bed sheets, and burgandy-wine bed curtains, Lovino believed his room had plenty of color.
"Sei proprio un idiota Feliciano. Vai dipingere la tua stanza, se pensate che qualcosa ha bisogno di più colore.(You're such an idiot Feliciano. Go paint your room if you think something needs more color.)" Lovino said irritably. taking another bite of his tomato, Lovino walked out onto the balcony overlooking the docks. The party that he'd been attending all night was finally starting to die down in the early hours of the pre-dawn. He loved the calm and puiet of the ocean. Even from the palace, it was a sight to behold. As a child, He'd always wanted to leave Sicily(and not just to the mainland of italy). He wanted to travle the world, and see what his ancestors hadn't even dreamed of. Leaning against the balcony, he finished off his tomato(yes, it only took his three bites. NOW you understand his need to ration them..)
"Fratello, hai mai desiderato di lasciare qui?(Brother, do you ever wish to leave here?)" He asked. Feliciano, who'd been spacing out again(after having too much to drink at the party) snapped out of it as his brother's question reached his ears.
"Why? Papa would be very angry if we did." Feliciano said, in a slightly scared voice. Their father was normally a gentle, kind-hearted, man. But when crossed, the most vicious man alive.
"Chi se ne frega è se la prende? Aveva ottenere su di esso se siamo tornati in tempi ragionevoli.(Who gives a damn is he gets angry? He'd get over it if we came back in reasonable time.)" I snap at his stupidity. Only to regret it as his eyes start to overflow with frightened tears.
"Feli... Don't cry. It was only an idea... Just a stupid Idea." Lovino deflated, defeated by his defenseless little brother. Of course he couldn't leave. Not with Feliciano staying behind. Even though they were three hours apart(their mother died in the delivery) it was more like years. Feliciano was still very childlike, in size(even though Lovino was scarcely taller) and in personality. as childern, Lovino was often laboured with the task of looking after him, and the habit had stuck with him throughout the years.
"Allora ... vi soggiorno fratello?(So... you'll stay brother?)" Feliciano asked through his sniffles and misty eyes.
".. Si.. Io resto.(.. Yeah.. I'm staying.)" Lovino said with a defeated, sad smile. He loved his little brother dearly. He was stuck.
"Vee~ Sono così felice!(I'm so happy!)" Feliciano shouts, clinging to Lovino in a death gripping hug.
"Yeah..." All poor Lovino could do, was wait for the day that would allow him to be out of his 'Perfect', baby brither's shadow, and live his dream to travel..
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