"Fr-Fratello..." the small Italian called out quietly in the darkness. Feliciano heard an exhasperated sigh and whimpered as more lightning flashed and a loud crash of thunder shook the house. He began to cry softly, scared. "... Are you crying?" Lovino, his brother, asked quietly, nearly facepalming.
Feliciano nodded vigorously in reply, his curl bouncing as a result. The darker haired boy sighed again, but beckoned his twin into the bed. Feliciano hurriedly jumped onto it, his dress wrinkling a bit in the process. Nonno wouldn't be happy, but he didn't care. "G-Grazie, Fratello..." the smaller murmured, snuggling into his brother's warmth and easily drifting off. At this, Lovino's eyes widened. "Bastard! You're already asleep?!" But Feliciano couldn't hear him; he was too busy having dreams about pasta and his older brother. Lovi sighed for the last time that night, mumbling something about his brother being a stupid idiot, but fell into sleep just as fast as the other did.
((Sorry it's so short! The chapters will get longer, I promise! >.<))
