La Bella Madre Italiana

The Life of a Tsundere Italian

"Are you Romulus Vargas?" Lovino Vargas looked around, and saw himself answering the phone, hearing the voice of the police man on the other end. He started to panic, and tried to get his past self to hang the phone, but in the end, could do nothing about it, and watched with tears streaming down his face. The Italian knew he could do nothing to change what was about to happen, after all, this was a nightmare that he couldn't wake up from. Trust him, he's tried countless times before.

Lovnio saw his grandfather and brother come into the room as his past self let go of the phone and slid to the ground in shock. But, instead of his family asking what was wrong like all those years ago, Lovnio braced himself for the upcoming words that Feliciano and Romulus always said in his nightmare.

He watched as his brother slapped him, and with a smirk asked "Why the hell are you so weak? Stupid fratello, you really think that I loved you or cared about you? Yeah right, like anyone could ever give a shit about you. It was probably YOUR fault that our parents died in the first place!"

Suddenly, Lovino wasn't watching himself, but was instead, on the ground where his past self had been, shaking with tears and fear for what was going to come next. "No! It's not true! They died in a fucking car accident, how is that my fault!?" He tried to defend himself, but Feliciano just laughed with fake innocence, as his grandfather stepped up to Lovnio. His brown eyes shining with tears and fury.

"How dare you kill my daughter? It's your own fault they're dead. They were probably arguing on how to give you up! No one liked you anyways, you should be more like your brother, at least he's nice! Isabelle and Carlo loved him more than anything! You were their mistake, no wonder they were arguing about you! You are a disgrace and no one will EVER love you!" Lovino continued to cry, seeing that he could do nothing else, while his family laughed at him.

"NO!" Lovino shouted as he woke up from the nightmare he had almost every night. He sat up, gasping for air seeing as he had none. His whole body was covered in sweat, tears silently running down his face. He sighed, wiped his eyes, and listened to see if he had woken anyone up. Thankfully, everyone was fast asleep, and he held his head in his hands, waiting for the adrenaline running through his veins to fade.

'It's not your fault damn it. Feliciano loves you, and everything is okay. It was just a shitty nightmare, and it isn't real.' Lovino thought to himself over and over, as he did every night. Thankfully, when these nightmares first showed up, he gave his family earplugs, telling them he snored and wouldn't want to wake anyone up in the middle of the night.

Everyone still lived in his mothers house, even though Feliciano and Lovnio were old enough to get their own apartments, being 18 and 19. But, they were both attached to this house, and the memories it held, and their grandfather, Romulus, was more than okay with his grandsons staying here. Even Romulus's Ex-Wife, Letizia, lived in the house, even though they've been divorced since Lovino was 17.

Lovino knew that they tried to stay married, and so did Feliciano, but the death of their daughter drove them apart. However, they were still close, and were friends, and since Letizia couldn't find a place to stay, the rest of the Vargas family were more than happy to let her stay here. The elder Italian looked towards his alarm clock, and groaned seeing that it was six in the morning. Lovino really didn't have to get up until eight, since the restaurant he worked at opened up at nine-thirty, but he knew he wouldn't be able to go back to sleep.

The restaurant where he worked as a waiter was actually the one his grandfather owned, La Bella Madre Italiana. He loved working there, since every once and a while, when his brother was sick, he got to cook delicious food. However, when he wasn't doing that, he had to deal with annoying customers, and actually be NICE to them! He would much rather cook the food than serve it, but his brother and cousin, Francis, had that job. Since there was only two other waiters, he had to help out, since his grandfather was so short on staff.