La Bella Madre Italiana

Prologue

In Southern Italy near the Roman Coliseum, there was a beautiful Italian restaurant. The name of this restaurant was 'La Bella Madre Italiana', kind of a long name, but pretty none the less. The owners of this establishment were the Vargas family, who had a reputation of making the most wonderful food around.

The eldest Vargas was the head owner, and ran the place. Paying the bills, making sure there was food in the kitchen, that kind of thing. His name was Romulus Vargas, and was a father, now currently only a grandfather. He really didn't look his age, being in his 50's. Surprisingly, he looked like he was only in his early 40's, so everyone can say that time had been kind to him. He was popular among the ladies, even getting some when he was married...and not from his wife. He was a kind man despite his actions, and always joked with his customers. Romulus had dark brown hair, with several odd curls sticking out of random places in his hair. He had golden brown eyes, that seemed to sparkle every time a new customer came in, or when he watched his grandchildren....and also when he saw a new lady he hadn't slept with yet. Now, Romulus always wanted to own a restaurant, and was going to buy this place in his 20's. But that all changed when he got married and had his beautiful daughter, Isabelle.

Now, most parents will say that their child is beautiful or handsome, but Isabell e was truly fascinating. On the inside and out. She grew up to become a beautiful young lady, who had her mother's looks, and her father's personality. Isabelle had long dark auburn curls that flowed all the way down to her back. She hated cutting her hair, and her parents were fine with that, she was their princess. She received her mother's hazel eyes too, but it wasn't just her beauty that charmed everyone. She was kind to everyone she met, and never judged anyone for their past or for their looks. She had her father's wits, was a hardworking person, and never miss-treated anybody. Isabelle painted beautiful artwork, being taught by her father when she was young. She was very modes and humble about her artwork, but her parents knew she had talent. So, they paid for their daughter to go to a college for the arts, and that's where she met the man of her dreams and fell in love.

Romulus was happy for them, despite the fact that she was his princess, and was even happy at their wedding. Eventually, she got pregnant and had her first child, a boy who she named Lovino. He was always crying and could never be calmed down, unless his mother picked him up, and sang him a lullaby. When Lovino was a year old, his brother Feliciano was born.

Now he was a happy child. Never crying and always smiling. However, Isabelle loved them both ad gave them equal attention. But her husband Carlos, drifted towards Feliciano and gave him more attention out of the two. Slowly, Lovino grew used to this as he got older. But his mom was always there for him, listening to his fears and anxieties, his dreams, just about anything really. So, as the two grew older, the more their father went on business trips, taking Isabelle with him since she worked with him. Romulus would always come to visit the brothers while they were gone, taking care of them.

So the boys grew used to, well, having three parents pretty much. Now Lovino grew to be a very handsome boy, with his mother's auburn hair and hazel eyes. But, not her personality, he was quite rude to be honest. He cursed out everyone he met (except for the ladies, he knew how to be a gentleman, like his mom taught him) and wasn't really kind to anyone. He had inherited that weird curl that all of the Vargas boys seemed to have, this one being on the left side of his head. Lovino got embarrassed really easily, though not many people knew that thank God. He actually had a big heart, but instead of letting it show like his little brother did, he chose to hide and lock it away so he wouldn't get hurt. Lovino had thought at the time that this was a brilliant idea, and had kept his heart like that for years. Now he had a hobby that he actually loved. Singing. Though there was no way I hell, that anyone knew about that besides his mother.