Warnings: This is a yaoi story, meaning Boy/Boy, this is also Itacest which is Feliciano/Lovino, if you don’t like please don’t read it. This story will have smut in it later on, trust me but I’ll always warn you before that happens, so please read and enjoy!
I’m Not Obsessed, I Just Love Him.
Feliciano Vargas was a very heavy sleeper. He was the kind of person who could sleep though a just about anything, he could sleep through a gigantic storm, he could sleep through a plane crash, he could sleep through just about anything and that’s why when his older brother, Lovino, ran into his room excitedly and started shaking him he didn’t budge. Thankfully having lived with Feliciano most of his life, Lovino knew how to wake his little brother up. Very slowly and with a lot of care, Lovino slid on top of his smaller sibling and quietly whispered into his ear the one word that Feliciano could never be able to sleep through. “…Pasta.”
Feliciano quickly shot up into a sitting position with his eyes darting around the room, “Where?”
“No where you idiot. I just needed you up.” Lovino rolled his eyes as he smoothly slid to sit on the edge of his bed, crossing his arms.
Making a little whining sound in his throat the smaller Italian laid back down and covered his face with his pillow. “I’m not ready to get up yet…” He complained just before his brother snatched the pillow away from his face and threw it across the room.
Lovino sighed as he pulled the other into a sitting position. “Feliciano, I have big news and I thought maybe you’d want to hear it.”
“Can’t it wait until later?” Feliciano asked.
“No.”
“But Lovi…”
“No, Feliciano, it’s important.” Lovino stated, growing impatient and at this point Feliciano knew that if whining wasn’t getting him anywhere then it must’ve been important, so he sat up and wrapped his arms around his brother’s waist with a small yawn, “Okay Fratello, what is it~?”
“The band, last night at the gig we got scouted and we’re getting signed to a record label. We already handled just about everything, and the company already got us a gig opening for Arthur Kirkland and The Falling Pixies!!” Lovino said with a calm looking grin, but Feliciano knew him too well and he knew that under that indifferent exterior was a small, excited child who was so happy that he could barely contain it.
Feliciano smiled widely and hugged Lovino tightly, “Oh Lovi, I’m so proud of you! I told you that you guys could do it and you’re already opening for a big band and everything! This is so great!!!”
“Actually, it’s not. I mean- It’s fucking amazing, but they want us to have three of our songs perfect and ready for this and we only have a few days, I mean how in the hell are we going to do this shit?” Lovino looked down as he fiddled with Feliciano’s silky sheets in his hands. “Especially with that goddamn idiota Francis always messing up that one damned note in his solo in our best song, he’s always getting it wrong and I don’t think he’s even trying to fix it, I mean this is a big deal and just ugh, and with my stage fright, we’re so screwed.”
Feliciano hated it when his brother talked like that. Lovino was one of the best singer’s that he knew, but he always doubted himself to the point of having terrible stage fright. While Feliciano had never actually been to one of his brother’s gigs, he still had heard him rant about it, and every now and then if the band was practicing at their house, then Feliciano could sometimes over hear the group talking about how Lovino needed to relax when he was on stage, but relaxing wasn’t exactly one of Lovino’s strong points.
