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Jealous!North Italy

Felicano was normally a very peppyhappy boy who had never known the bitter feeling of jealousy. No, hewasn't his older-by-six-minutes brother Lovino. Felicano had enjoyeda great time being the favorite of their grandfather who raised themas their parents had died when they were very young, and it was easyfor him to make friends his best friends being the German Ludwig andJapanese Kiku. Their school being famous for having students from allover the world.

With this Lovino was the brother whohad to deal with jealousy, his younger brother was always the favoredof their grandfather, always told to do his best, complimented,protected and encouraged. When Lovino just wanted his grandfather tolook at his painting he'd smile and tell him not to fish forcompliments, when the older Austria boy was being mean to the two ofthem his grandfather had shown up and told him to leave hisgrandsonalone and promptly picked up Felicano walking off, the pain wasenough in Lovino's eyes that Roderich had left the boy alone andalways dealt with his foul mouth.

The only two peopleto pay attention to the older Vargas brother were his cousin Antoniowho had always taken a shine to the younger boy and Antonio's friendName who had met Romano and promptly felt a connection. The two werenow the best of friends and Name always went out of her way to makesure Lovino felt appreciated and noticed. Though she was alwayspolite to the man Name had an intense disliking for the boy'sgrandfather. However the grandfather had noticed that while Lovinolooked at Name as a friend or even a sister having no romanticinterest in you at all, though it wouldn't matter to him if he did,Felicano had come to take a liking to you in the romantic sense.

One day duringsummer vacation you had got a txt from Romano complaining he wassick. You had assured him just wait and used the tomatoes you grew inyour garden, you were best friends with Romano and good friends withAntonio so needed a constant supply of the red fruit. You made somesoup, took some fresh bread you luckily made yesterday, and severalbottles of water along with your first aid kit before walking the fewblocks to the Vargas household.

Knocking on thedoor you were greeted by "Grandpa Rome" as he liked to be called."Hello Mr. Vargas." You greeted just to annoy him, however youwere very polite and always told him that he wasn't your grandpa hewas Lovino and Felicano's.

"Ah good morningragazza! (girl!)" He greeted inviting you in, he having a habit ofswitching to Latin, Italian, and Spanish. Heck sometimes evenRomanian and French. "You are here to see Feli, si? (yes?)" Heasked wondering about the basket you were carrying.

"Feli? No." Youshook your head confused while a part of you wanted to scream, 'youhave two grandsons!' "I'm here to see Lovi." You added with asmirk, he was too sick to even care about you calling him Lovi whichyou did whenever you got the chance. You two were like siblings andyou enjoyed the good natured fighting.

"I see." Theman said feeling down, why did the chica (girl) insist on spending somuch time with Lovino when he didn't like her like that?

Nodding to him youwalked over to Lovino's door knocking gently, "Lovi, sweetie, areyou okay?" You asked hearing a groaning you opened the door notminding the mess of clothing and pizza boxes, "not feeling anybetter?" You asked as he growled.

"Ofcourse not (food you like) bastard!" This only caused you to gigglewalking over to him, careful of the mess and leaving the door open toallow some light.