That bastard of a father of mine went, and married another man.
Why would he go, and do such a thing?
It was messed up in my opinion.
The whole thing honestly grossed me out.
How was some Potato Bastard better than a hot Italian chick anyway?
My mom was Italian, so why would my bastard of a father marry a German man?
I heard the sound of a car, and I cursed out loud as my little sister ran towards it; why was she so excited about filthy Germans living with us anyway?
She was too damn enthusiastic about a bunch of country bumpkins.
"Lovino! Get your ass out here, this instant!" My bastard of a father roared at me; he must have heard me swear, and he would hate for me to cuss in front of his 'Oh so perfect' German whore.
I rolled my eyes, and hopped off of my perch on the bathroom counter.
"What is it, bastard?" I grumbled, mentally preparing for something about how his German husband was so special that I'd have to watch my mouth, so as to not harm his precious German ears.
"Lovino, could you try to be nice to Ricimer for me?" He begged me.
"I will do what I fucking want to, bastard!" I growled at him, and slammed the door in his face.
"Lovino, they will be living with us, so try to get along with them." My father was desperate; that was probably why he married a worthless, German man too.
"Vaffanculo!" I swore back at him as he walked away.
My deadbeat father chose to ignore what I had said.
I hope that he realizes that he really fucked up this time.
Maybe if I avoided them then they would go back to the awful, German country that they had come from.
Damn it! I was too hungry to skip dinner.
I stalked downstairs to get a bite to eat, and fucking Feliciana is curling up by one of the filthy Germans.
"What the fuck are you doing?" I hissed at her.
"Oh, Lovi. I didn't think that you would come down." She gushed like the child that she is.
"What the fuck are you doing?" I repeated myself, so that my stupid sorella would understand.
"Oh, I was just talking to Luddy." My sorella answered like the proud idiot that she is.
"What lies did the German bastard feed you?" I asked her.
"Lovino Vargas!" My deadbeat father, Romulus, roared.
Feliciana squeaked, and hid behind the German bastard that she had been talking to.
"I don't want to see you if you can't be nice to the newest members of our family." He commanded which meant that I had to stay the fuck away from him until he cooled down.
I stormed up to my room, doomed to go to bed hungry.
