Hey! Hope you enjoyed the first chapter of the story, 365 Days! Here's the second chapter, and I hope you like it! Well, I should stop rambling on, so you can read. Enjoy! And remember, Favorites, follows, and reviews are greatly appreciated!

(A/n: Because of how slightly confusing this chapter might be to the rest of the story, all Lovino-based chapters will be HALF chapters. Now, this may be confusing, since all the other chapters are back a number. I assure you, nothing's changed but the title.

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Beep. Beep. Be-

I slapped my hand on the alarm clock before it could start again with its insistent whining. "Damn alarm clock, chigi..." I groaned inwardly. Looking over, I saw Feliciano's form still breathing slowly, occasionally stirring. Seriously, how could he still be sleeping!? Sighing, I began to sit up in the bed, letting out a tired yawn as I stretched, before rubbing the sleep from my olive colored eyes. Taking a small glance over at my brother once more, I reached my hand over to touch his forehead. Yet again, it was abnormally warm. My shoulders sagged a little; he had a fever. Again. It should be commonplace now, but even so, it worried me. Shaking my head to clear my thoughts, I shook his shoulder gently. Nothing. Growing slightly irritated, I shook his shoulders a little more. How deeply can he sleep?!

Finally, after my fifth time attempting to wake him up, he finally began to slowly open his eyes. He blinked for a few moments, yawning, before he stretched his slender arms out. After a while, he looked over at me, as if he had just noticed my presence. He grinned at me, and then proceeded to speak.

"Morning fratello!" he chirped as he wrapped his arms around a nearby pillow, causing a scowl to cross my face. How is he so damn happy all the time? He was told he was going to die in four months, and yet, he's smiling like he doesn't have care in the whole world! Sighing, I let my face relax as I shook my head, before preparing to speak.

"Good morning, Feliciano." I replied, my voice naturally gruff. "Get up already, I have to go make some breakfast. Then I have to see that jerk-bastard Antonio. jerk-bastard." I mumbled the last bit to myself, as I swung my legs over my side of the large bed. I took a glance over, before I moved my legs and strolled out, before I went down the creaking stairs towards the kitchen. As I took out the boxes of pasta noodles, I began to fill a pot with water, before placing it on the stove. as I placed the noodles in there to boil and stuff, I leaned back on the counter, staring out the window over the sink. I began reminiscing over different, and seemingly random things, before one memory stuck in my mind, beginning to play itself.

The day Feliciano passed out. That was the day we found out he had cancer, as well.

A couple days had passed, and Feliciano had been acting very strange. Ever since about a week ago, he began to lose his appetite for pasta. That, of which is very alarming, seeing as that's his main source of food. But that wasn't all. As he began to stop eating, he was starting to lose an abnormal amount of weight. It was unhealthily abnormal. Then came the fevers and night sweats. Neither of us knew what was going on, but every time the subject of going to a doctor came up, Feli would always say no.

"Feliciano, we should really go to the docto-" Before I could finish, he cut me off, turning towards me as we walked from our bus stop to our house.

"Fratello, I'm fine!" He responding, flashing a grin. "You keep saying that I should go, but it's OK! It's probably just a cold. That would explain the fevers and night sweats!"

"But what about the fact you don't even eat your pasta anymore, dammit?!" I snapped, stopping my pace. How is he acting like this is no big deal?! What if he's really sick!? "What about the fact you're losing weight faster than you can run?!"

"Fratello.." Feliciano breathed, before he went over to me. He gave me a large hug, making me blink in surprise. "I'm OK, I promise!"

And that was the end of that. At least, until that day in school.

We had been arguing about going to the nurse, since I felt that Feliciano really needed to go. Eventually, I began to grow loud, and he finally gave in and agreed to go, if only to calm my nerves. It was the next chain of events that would turn not just mine, but both of our worlds, upside down.

It started about halfway into the hallway, when something horrible happened. It began when he said my name. The voice was soft, and almost strained. The complete opposite of Feli.

"Lo..vino," His faint voice cracked, and I turned. My slightly irritated scowl immediately turned into a frightened face and slackened jaw.

"Feliciano!" I shouted, before I caught him as his legs collapsed from under him. As he passed out, I held him in my arms, unsure what to do. What the hell, I thought frantically, looking around at the shocked and astonished students. What the hell do I do, chigi?! ...Take him to the nurse's office. C'mon, dammit! Taking a large gulp, I picked my brother up, starting to carry him to the nurse's office. A teacher had come out, wondering what was happening when I shouted a couple minutes earlier. Seeing the scene for himself, the student teacher, Mr. Williams, quickly went to help me take little Feli to the nurse.

When we got there, we both laid him down on the cot on the far side of the room. I stared over at the nurse, I kept myself from having a mental faceplant. The "nurse", was literally a cross-dressing Brit, though how he actually got a degree for being one, is actually beyond me. Sighing softly, I looked over at the Brit at the computer, checking my brother in.

"What exactly happened at the time he collapsed?" Asked Mr. Kirkland.

"I..I don't really know,dammit. Can't you tell me what's wrong with him, chigi?!" I responded harshly. "You're supposed to be a fucking nurse, not a drag queen!"

"Can it, Lovino." He spat, looking over at me. "Anyways, if you would stop yelling, I might be able to tell you, bloody git." He then sighed, and leaned back in the chair. "When did you start noticing something was wrong with Feliciano?"

"About..About three weeks ago." I replied, eyeing him warily. I crossed my arms over my chest, glaring down at the Brit.

"What happened first? Any details?"

"Well...It was fevers first, then the fact he lost so much weight," I thought, my eyebrows scrunching together. "And the fact that he began to stop eating.."

"Well then, perhaps it's the not eating part altogether. I'll call your grandfather to pick you guys up. I'll suggest to him to bring Feliciano to the doctor when he arrives. In the meantime, go get you and your brother's bags."

I nodded, and let out a small sigh, before I went to get our things. I usually didn't like to be told what to do, but I'll bear with it for now, chigi. When I came back, Grandpa Roma was there. He practically crushed me in a large hug, before the two of us greeted each other. Grandpa Roma spoke with the 'nurse' for a couple more minutes, before he picked up Feli's unconscious form. Placing him in the car, we drove back home, and placed the boy in the bed.

Later that day, Grandpa Roma took Feli to the doctor's office, to see what was wrong. I heard the door open just as I completed the last problem on my homework. I trudged down the stairs, before I looked over at the two. Something wasn't right. They were both sad for some reason. What was it?

"Old man?" I asked, referring to my grandfather. "Feli?"

"Lovino...Sit down. I need to talk to you. And Feli, you stay too."" He spoke, his tone rather solemn. It didn't suit him at all. Something was going on. I sat down as I was told, regardless, unsure of what was about to happen.

"Lovino...Feliciano has cancer. Leukemia, to be exact."

My shoulders sagged, and my eyes widened to the size of saucers. This couldn't be right. Feliciano was fine, right? right? My mind was reeling as my breath hitched, before I turned to Feli. His eyes were glassy and bloodshot, tears rushing down them.

"You're kidding..right?" I asked, as I clenched and unclenched my fists. "Tell me it's a joke, chigi! Dannazione! Dimmi che stai mentendo!" By now, I was standing up, fists tightened in pure rage. This was stupid! It couldn't be..right?

"Fratello!" Feliciano's voice shouted. I suddenly stopped, and stared at him. He suddenly stood, and went over to me, wrapping his arms around me tightly. I froze as he began to sob into my test, his body shivering.

"Mi dispiace, fratello. Sta dicendo la verità." He spoke brokenly, as hiccups accompanied it. "He's telling the truth." As soon as he said that, I began to push him off me, and backed away slowly. Soon, I turned on my heel, and dashed up the stairs, despite the shouts of my grandfather, and my brother. As I grabbed the wooden door, I slammed it harshly behind me. I breathed deeply, millions of different emotions swirling within me.

Anger. Hurt. Sadness. Disbelief. Despair. Fear.

I picked up the closest thing I could get my hands on, which happened to be a glass figurine of a tomato. As I grasped it in my hand, I chucked it towards the wall, and observed it shatter. I yelled in frustration, before my body crumpled to the ground before the shards.

At that point, everything began to collapse and fall. Hot, angry tears streaming down my cheeks, I could only utter three simple words.

"Mio Dio, chigi.."

Feliciano.

has.

Leukemia.

That was all six months ago, back in March. I even remember the day, the sixteenth. Funny how it was also the day before our birthday.

Looking over at the noodles, I nearly cursed as I realized they were boiling for a while now. Quickly putting them on the plate, I spread the pasta sauce over it, and sprinkled garlic and oregano over it. As I placed it on the table, I soon got another plate, before I stacked tomatoes on it.

"Feli! It's time to eat!" I shouted up the stairs, before setting the table. Eventually, Feli came down, and we sat in the chairs. I saw him staring at the food, and then sighed softly.

"You..You don't-" I breathed deeply, gathering my words. "You don't have to force yourself to e-eat it. It's...OK if you're not up to it, chigi," I grumbled.

I heard a chuckle, and then he spoke.

"Ve~! It's no problem, fratello! I'll definitely eat it, especially because you made it, ve~!" He cheered, and with that, he began to eat. A small grin flickered onto my face, before it made itself scarce. I then ate my own tomatoes. Soon, Feli stopped, and went to put his leftover in the fridge. That's when he looked at the clock. He began to run upstairs as fast as he could, and I placed the dishes up as I waited. When he came back down,he whined.

"Fratello, we have to get going!"

I ran upstairs, grabbing my stuff as quickly as I could. Unfortunately, It would seem that everything just had to either fall down or be on something I need. So, after about fifteen minutes of clanging, crashing, and cursing, I finally came down, my uniform on rather sloppily. Oh well. As we made our way out the house, Feli locked the door with the key, and we both ran out to the bus stop. Good thing, too. We were almost late. Getting on the bus, I sat next to Feli, and sighed. Watching everyone being so loud and obnoxious was so irritating. Especially that Alfred kid. He always talked about being the hero, and some shit like that. When will that kid shut up?

As I leaned back in the seat, I glanced over at my brother, who was holding his head and closing his eyes. Must be another headache. As I took a glance away from him, I hanged my head low. I wish I could help my brother. But then again, what could I possibly do? As we arrived at the high school, I grabbed my bag, and then sighed, before getting up.

Here goes to getting through another day of high school (A.K.A Hell).

Translations

Dannazione! Dimmi che stai mentendo! = "Damn! Tell me you're lying!"

Fratello = "Brother"

Mi dispiace, fratello. Sta dicendo la verità = "I'm sorry brother. He's telling the truth."

Mio Dio = "My God"