Chapter 2: The Year of Our Lord 1347, July 25th

Rating: T (because I can't come up with anything better anymore and I shall leave it as it was written)

Warning: there is no yoai *tear* I couldn't really give my teacher a yaoi written story could I? There is Spamano though, Fem!Spain

Disclaimer: Ryanabeth H. Deveroux still does not own Hetalia

Author's Note: So, I'm going to be very lazy now, and just give you my actual report instead of making the changes that I was going to. I really don't want to do that anymore and.. well yeah... Yay for lazyness! (please don't kill me if you really wanted to see how I did with it, I just can't do that right now)

The Year of Our Lord 1347, July 25th

The man that Mamma took in died last week. We grew to know him well in the months that he lived with us. His name was Francis Bonnefoy and he was a Frenchmen. He must have been a handsome man before he got sick. He had really light hair and we could tell he wasn't from Italy once Mamma cleaned him. His Italian was terrible, but Mamma can speck French so we'd talk through her. At one point, when he was well enough to talk, he told us that he was an artist who had come to Italy for the beautiful scenery. Once Feli heard that, he sat with Francis for hours to tell him about all the valleys and flowers that Italy has.

Francis and Feli got along well. I didn't talk to him much because.. well, he reminded me of Feli. Feli loves to draw, and Francis was an artist. Francis also lived in a place that Feli has always wanted to go to; Paris, France. Francis taught Feli and me (grudgingly) to speak French and we tried to teach him Italian. In no time, he and Feli were switching between both languages, I didn't really care for it. When he died, Feli cried for a long time. It was almost as though they had been friends forever. I envy the way that Feli gets along with people sometimes. He just smiles at you and you instantly like him. Nonno Roma says that he got that from Mamma and I got my hard stares from Papa.

Since Francis died, Mamma's been really shaken up. None of her patients have ever died before. She's been lying in bed a lot lately, so much that Feli and I had to look after the whole farm by ourselves for three days. I don't know what's wrong with her, but Feli thinks that she's come down with something. I hope to God that it's not the same thing that killed Francis. Feli knows most of the herbs that Mamma uses for colds and things, but I don't think that will be enough if she has what Francis had. Even she couldn't help him and she's cured everything.

I can't lose another one of my family, especially not Mamma. Who's going to comfort Feli when he's crying? Who's going to sing him when he gets scared? Who's going to remind us to milk the cow? Mamma's usually so strong, almost like Nonno, and now she's just... there. I don't like seeing her like this.

Now I wish that I had listened to her when she tried to teach us healing. Maybe I would be able to help her like Feli is. I feel so helpless right now; Mamma's suffering and I can do nothing to help her. Most of the farm work has gone to me because Nonno still isn't back and Feli's helping Mamma. Everything's fallen upon me now.

Sometimes, I just don't know what to do. I don't feel like Lovino, I feel broken, like I can't do anything right anymore. How come I have to act like the bigger person? Feli gets to behave like a baby all of the time and no one reprimands him for it. Everyone expects me to behave like an adult, and I do. Most of the time I love being the man of the house, but when can I be a kid? When can I just go outside and play without having to work? But I'll do it. I'll stop being a kid for Mamma and Feli's sake. They need me as much as I need them.

Buonanotte,

Lovino Vargas

Yup.. that's it y'all. Don't kill me please