Memories of Old

Chapter 7: Human Friends

Chapter 7: Human Friends

The next memory faded in, showing the brothers and their mother to have sacks and other personal objects. Feliciano looked to be completely recovered, and Lovino seemed to be hovering around him, as if he thought his brother would shatter if he wasn't too careful.

"Vino, I'm fine!" Feliciano said, as if for the umpteenth time. Lovino didn't look convinced.

"Are you sure it isn't too heavy? You did just get over your cold, you know. Maybe I should take the pack, just in case?"

"Vino, stop mother-henning Felice. If he says he's fine, then let him handle it. He'll ask you if he needs help, right Felice?" Feliciano looked at his mother with a grateful smile.

"I promise, Vino. Please?"

"Fine... But you have to tell me if it gets too heavy, or if you get tired, okay?"

"Okay. Ve~"

"Chigi."

"Umm....?" America asked, lost.

"We had to move often, since we didn't age at the same rate as humans. We moved every 3-4 years or so. This is roughly 2 or 3 months after the last memory, I think." Romano explained.

"Si~ And Vino was overprotective of me, since that last memory. I swear, it took me weeks to convince him that, yes, I did know how to feed myself, and that, no, I wasn't going to get sick from playing with him and Asher outside. I swear! He actually made himself sick once by worrying over me so much!" I said, as Romano turned slightly red.

"There's nothing wrong with worrying over my own brother, is there?" He asked.

"Nope~ It's rather entertaining, though." I chirped.

"Ah, shut up."

"Ve."

"Chigi."

"Why do you do that, anyways, if you don't mind my asking?" Canada spoke up.

"Do what?" I asked, confused.

"I am thinking that I would be liking to know, too, дa? Why is it that you are calling each other by your middle names?" Russia chimed in.

"It's a thing we do... It's private, so we'd rather not explain." I finally said. It was something that was just between Romano and I, and I didn't feel comfortable explaining it to the others. It was bad enough that they'd see our whole lives; I wanted at least one thing kept between the two of us. Besides, they'd never look at our tics the same way again.

"That's quite understandable." England said with a nod. The others—even Russia—backed down as well, understanding the need for some form of privacy.

"So you had to move every 3-4 years? Man, what a pain!" America changed the subject. Heh, and they say he can't read the atmosphere. He just chooses not to.

"Yeah... It was a pain in the ass, but it was necessary." Romano said, barely suppressing his shiver. I, too, had to barely suppress mine as I recalled the one time we forgot to move within the set time frame. We still had the scars.

They watched as the memory did a sort of montage thing, showing the three of us—plus Asher—trekking through the forests along the stream for a few weeks before finally coming to another town. The montage continued, showing us moving into another remote house just outside of town.

"We call this room!" Feliciano and Lovino yelled, as time seemed to resume as normal.

"Alright, set your stuff down. You can go exploring, if you want." Emma said, as she started making the place look more like a home.