Extra Chapter (Lovino's POV)

(I'll actually be switching back and forth from Feliciano to Lovinos' in quite a few chapters. This is the first POV change. But this is also somewhat of an "extra chapter")

I couldn't help but feeling really fucking tense. My book. My damn book! That jerk still has it! My mother gave me that book when I was like...something years old, I don't freaking know! But she gave me that book, and that...that shit eating bastard took it! God...I remember the day she gave it to me. The book looked like a serious piece of rotten shit to me, so I didn't wanna accept it. But after she died, I took it anyway. It took this long to build up the courage to read that novel. And what happens when I finally read it? Some weird, white-head German bastard takes it like he can do whatever the fuck he wants. I really wanna get the fuck out of this place. Going back to the orphanage should be an option! But no, mio fratello must have new parents! Well, weren't Mama and Papa enough? I shouldn't have to trust anyone else, and I shouldn't have to replace them!

Tempted to glare at my sleeping brother, I looked over at him, laying on the bed next to me. Of course...he was asleep. It was fucking eleven o' clock at night. Even though I knew he couldn't see me, I decided it'd be best not to send him a look of hatred. The sleeping bastard had a smile on his face. God, if he's happy and I wanna end it...somefratello I am. With a sigh, I shifted in bed, hoping things will get better. Damn it, but I'm not good at being positive. Not like Feliciano.

God, please...just please...let Feliciano be happy. Through his whole life. No matter what. I know always seems to be giddy, but I can tell when smiles are forced and laughter is fake. If you could do anything. Anything at all...help him. Amen.

Yes, I just prayed for my brother. Believe it or not, I am actually a dedicated catholic, okay? You bastards better not judge me!

But anyway...

With that prayer being concluded, I closed my eyes, and waited for sleep to take over. Just like always, it snuck up on me, and I found myself in a darkness. But the darkness lightened until I saw pictures. Fucked up pictures. It was a damn nightmare, y'hear?! I wish I could've covered my eyes.

...

"Mama, can we play outside?" I asked enthusiastically. My small legs bounced up and down in anticipation. My brother was giving his puppy eyes.

"I suppose it's alright, but stay in the yard, don't talk to strangers, and come back in for supper. It starts to get cold around that time." she laid out the rules. Feliciano and I both eagerly nodded our heads and darted for the door.

The cool, crisp fall air hit us instantly. It felt refreshing. But being the people we were, we didn't stop to enjoy it. The rakes waited for us by the toolshed. That's what we wanted. Picking up the smaller, less heavy rakes, we heaved them up a little, so they wouldn't scrape against the ground too much, and headed for the nearest, bare tree. The ground was scattered with leaves, consisting of the colors brown, red, orange, and yellow, due to the lack of chlorophyll. We let the rakes touch the ground, and set the work. Putting our biggest efforts into every rake, we formed a pile of leaves, that looked monstrous from our point of view. Letting go of the tools, we panted as we beamed proudly at our work. Then we destroyed it. Almost simultaneously, we leapt into the large pile of crunchy leaves, scattering them in all directions. My head popped up first. I got a few pieces of the dull colored leaved in my hair, but I didn't give a fuck. I inhaled the nice autumn air and went back in.

We were enjoying ourselves. Entertained by a simple pile of dead plant parts. It felt good. But all good things must come to an end. I scrambled out of the leaf pile, now reduced in size, dragging my frail brother behind me. I didn't get to the door before and man with a package approached us.

"Excuse me, young men. I have a package for your mama and papa." he started, speaking broken Italian. I couldn't tell where he was from, but he was definitely a foreigner. "Could you assist me by letting me in?"

"Lovi..." my brother whispered to me, sounding frightened. "Mama said we couldn't talk to strangers..."

I looked at my fratello.

"He...he's just a delivery guy..."

"Are you sure?"

I nodded slowly. I was scared. I knew there was something off about the guy, but didn't know what would happen if I acted rash.

"Let me in." the man said. It was not a question.

...

"No fucking way!" I screamed. My eyes darted left to right. I was still unsure of my surroundings.

"W-What?!" Feliciano cried, seeming startled by my sudden reaction.

I looked at him, trying to hide the tears in my eyes. But it wasn't dark enough. Fuck that stupid nightlight.

"Lovi? What's wrong?" he cooed.

"N-Nothing, bastard..." I stuttered, turning over so I wasn't dancing him.

I felt two small, boney arms wrap around my shoulders. It felt warm, and loving...wait! No, I don't like this stuff! Fuck off!

"Does someone need a hug?" Feli tightened his embrace. My stupid brother thinks hugging solves everything!

"No! I don't!" I growled but was reluctant to pull away. I already hurt the kid's feelings earlier and...it's not that I care if he's sad or not! I don't want him to wake up the whole house with a freaking cry fit! Yeah, that's all!

I sighed when I realized he wasn't going to let go. I turned to face him. Then, shock hit me when I saw...the fucking bastard was already asleep! How the hell does he do that?!

I huffed and stared at the ceiling. Peace. I didn't want to fall asleep again...in fear of repeating that hell of a nightmare, and finishing it...but quiet was awesome. Oh! Wait never mind, no more silence! The door swung open, freaking the shit out of me. I yelped as it hit against the wall. That Spanish BASTARD came into my room, looking all freaked or something.

"What's wrong?! What happened?! Who screamed?!"

I recovered from his little surprise and gave him an annoyed look.

"Nothing's wrong, Antonio. Feliciano saw a bug, and I killed it." I lied.

He looked at the sleeping Feli, then back at me.

"Uh...he looks like he's asleep though..." Antonio pointed out.

"Yeah, he does that." I explained, sinking into my covers further.

I think he rose an eyebrow, but it was hard to tell, even with that infernal nightlight. He spared only a second before he finally spoke.

"Okay, if anything goes wrong, yell for me." he said closing the door.

Pft, like I need your help. You're just a...wannabe parent!

But I kind of regret not telling him. I really want to tell someone about the nightmare that keeps repeating itself.

This one is a little but shorter but it IS only an extra