It was It was a couple weeks later when the household got stirred up once more.
"I told you, I don't want those people here!" Arthur yelled.
They've been arguing in the living for about ten minutes now while the kids ate in the kitchen.
"Come on, Artie!" Antonio begged. "Lovi and I haven't seen them in years!"
As the fight went on, the kids had their own little conversation.
"What's he talking about?" Aimi asked.
Lovino huffed.
"My stupido brother and his parents want to visit, but your dad doesn't want them in the house."
Aimi sighed and went back to listening.
"Fine!" Her dad exclaimed. "Do what you want like you bloody always do!"
And with that, he stomped out of the room, leaving his husband standing there, frowning.
Antonio walked into the kitchen, trying not to seem so glum.
"Nice, bastardo." Lovi congratulated. "You actually won for a change."
His dad faked a smile.
"Well, you get to see Feli now! Are you happy?"
"Not as happy as you..."
Lovino has always had mixed feelings about his brother. He loved him to bits (though he'd never admit it), but was jealous of him. Aimi herself knew that.
"I like Feli." Aimi smiled. "How long has it been again? Three? Four years?"
"He liked you a bit too much, ragazza." Lovi complained, ignoring her question.
She rolled her eyes and laid her head on his shoulder.
It was the weekend when Feliciano and his parents showed up while Arthur was at work. Antonio was rushing around the house, making sure he and Aimi cleaned everything while Lovi sat on the couch.
"Enough, bastardo." Lovi called. "The house is clean."
His dad grinned.
"I'm just making sure, hijo. I need the house perfect!"
Lovi rolled his eyes as the doorbell rang. Antonio answered it and ushered them in.
After receiving a hug from Antonio, Feli ran and glomped Lovi, who was standing by the couch.
"Fratello!" He hugged him tight, causing Lovi's face to get red.
"Ciao, Feli..."
As the two brothers caught up, the parents did as well.
"Roddy! Good to see you, amigo!" He hugged him.
Roderich huffed.
"Yes, yes, likewise."
Antonio broke away as the wife spoke.
"I'm sorry we couldn't visit sooner! Roddy insisted that we stayed in Austria for a while." Elizabeta smiled.
Back with the teens, Feli's attention switched to Aimi, who had been standing awkwardly in the doorway till now.
"Ciao, bella!" He skipped towards her. "You've grown so lovely~."
Aimi blushed as Lovi stood in front of her.
"Of course she has, idiota."
And that was how things started between three teens. Feliciano had his eye on Aimi and, since no one knew she and his brother were dating, the younger Italian didn't know she was taken.
As the three spent their time together, sometimes with Peter, Lovi was constantly guarding Aimi from his little brother. Lovi couldn't always be there though.
He was off doing something for his dad so Feli asked Aimi to show him the garden.
"Well there's not much to see..." She mumbled mumble as the approached it.
Most of the garden was dead. It was a heartbreaking sight for her since it was once her mom's happy place. Since Emily died though, there's been no one to take care of it. Aimi always wanted to, but didn't know much about gardening and was always busy taking care of Peter. It's been about a year and a half since she's seen it.
Feli looked around the garden as he smile fell.
"Aw! But it used to be so big and colorful!" His brown curl drooped, as if disappointed too.
She stared at the ground as they walked.
"You haven't been here since the wedding though..."
Silence.
"It's fine though!" He smiled. "I'm sure it'll look pretty again someday!"
She gave him a small smile.
"It's ok, I..." She stared up at the sky. "I've learned that it's better for me to think about these things, even if it hurts."
They stop and sat under an apple tree, one of the last living things in the garden.
"Do you remember her? Your mama?"
"A little bit," She admitted. "But mostly just vague things. I can't remember her voice or how she laughed...the only reason I know what she looked like is because of her picture."
She stared into space.
"But..at least I remember somethings. I mean, you and Lovi don't remember your parents at all, do you? Your birth parents, I mean."
He smiled sadly.
"No, per neinte (not at all)..." He perked back up. "But I know they loved me! Grandpa said so!"
Aimi smiled back.
"How is he by the way? I haven't seen Grandpa Rome in a while."
"Davvero (Really)? He hasn't come to visit Lovi?" He raised his eyebrows.
She shook her head.
"Oh...well, he comes to stay with us most summers, but this time he got stuck in Rome~."
Romulus Vargas was a rich Italian business owner. He travels the world a lot, but prefers his home city, the very one he was named after. He gave the twins away to their current parents after his son and daughter-in-law died because he wasn't ready to give up his party lifestyle. Aimi once heard him say that he his favorite things in life were 'eating, sleeping, drinking, and having sex with beautiful women~'.
Aimi frowned. Their grandpa visited Feli, but not Lovi?
"But enough about my famigilia (family)!" He grinned. "How are you~? It seems like fratello has kept us apart these last couple days."
She grimaced.
"Yeah...sorry about that..."
Maybe now's the time to tell him.
Before she could though, he leaned in closer to her.
"Sei così bella, Aimi (You're so beautiful)..." He whispered.
He leaned the rest of the way in and kissed her. Aimi broke it the second after.
"What—why-." She stammered, face red.
"You bastard!"
The two turned and saw Lovi, maybe three yards away, charging at them.
"Lovi-"
He slammed Feli against the tree.
"Lei è mia! Non si può avere tutto quello che volete, Feliciano (She's mine! You can't have everything you want)!"
"Mi dispiace! Mi dispiace (I'm sorry, I'm sorry)!" He cried.
Aimi tried pulling the oldest back.
"Lovi, that's enough!"
"But he-!"
"I don't care what he did! Leave your brother alone!"
Lovi stepped back and Feli hid behind Aimi.
"You don't need to snap like that! He doesn't—!"
"Feli!" His mom ran towards them and took her teenage son in her arms.
"Jol bagy? Miert voltatol a harc (Are you ok? Why were you two fighting)?" She asked in Hungarian, her native tongue.
"Finom, finom (fine, fine)..." He said in the same language. "Azt hiszem valami baj...(I think I did something wrong...)."
Lovi watched them for a moment before glaring at the sky.
"Bastardo fortunato (Lucky bastard)..." He muttered.
Elizabeta's head snapped up.
"And what makes you think you can handle my son like that?" She demanded.
Lovi shrank back, bumping into Roderich, who sighed.
"Really Liz?" He said to his wife. "Let him fight his own battles."
Feli tilted his head.
"But...doesn't Mamma fight your battles too?"
Roddy's face went red, but before he could speak, Liz laughed.
"That's enough, kedves (dear)."
Her husband huffed and turned to Lovi.
"What were you two fighting about anyway?"
Lovi huffed as well and took Aimi's hand.
"Come, ragazza."
Aimi let him guide her away, mouthing a quick 'sorry' to Feli.
Once at the back porch, she yanked her hand away.
"What's your problem? He didn't know any better!"
"He wants you-."
"But he wouldn't try if he knew that we were together! Why can't we tell him?"
"Because he'd tell everyone else!"
She stared at him for a moment.
"Are...are you embarrassed of me?"
"What? Of course not!"
"Then why hide our relationship like a stupid ugly sweater?!"
"Your what?!"
The couple turned and saw her dad in the door way.