~~~~
Warning: Swearing
This story is kind of like many other stories you may read. It takes place in a small house on a normal street. Though everything seems fine on the outside, the occupants of the house are quite… the opposite…
“Fratello! Please at least think about it!”
“You can’t tell me what to do! I’m the older brother!”
If you knocked on the door of the neighbours and asked them of the house in the middle of the street, they would tell you to stay away from there if you can.
“It’s just hanging out with friends!”
“I don’t give a fuck what it is, bastardo! Leave me alone!”
The house that no one fancies talking about isn’t haunted or used for human and drug trafficking. It is just occupied by two Italian brothers.
“Fratello~ My friends just want to meet you! Is that a bad thing?”
“Si! I am not going to meet with that potato bastardo and your idiotic so called friends!”
If you asked the neighbours about the younger Italian brother they would smile at you and tell you that he is quite naïve but sweet.
“Pleeeeeease~ Big brother Francis really wants to see you again! He misses you!”
“I am not going anywhere near that perverted bastardo! He can go fuck himself!”
If you asked about the older Italian brother, they would tell you their wish for him is that he would get washed up on a deserted island and not bother everyone with his anger issues. They would then hastily send you away and pray your future children would not end up like him.
“Why can’t you at least think about it, fratello?”
“I’m not going to think about it because I have already made my decision! I. AM. NOT. GOING!”
On the other side of town lives another duo. Not related by blood or marriage, they are merely friends. They don’t live in a house like the two Italian brothers but in a small apartment.
“So, mon ami, what are you going to wear?... Hmm, interesting. Now hurry up and get ready or we will be late.”
If you knock on the door and ask the neighbours about the small apartment room 4B, they will tell you that it’s so quiet they sometimes forget people actually live there.
“I just got a text from little Feli saying that the feisty Italian is being a little uncooperative. Aah, but no need to worry, he will say yes… Oui, he is Feli’s older brother. Hahaha, he is quite hot-blooded so I am guessing he would be great in bed.”
This small apartment room is just occupied by a romantic Frenchman and a cheery Spaniard.
“How can our albino friend be updating his blog when he is meant to be getting ready?”
If you ask the neighbours about the Frenchman, they will tell you that he is rather flirty and quite perverted. You would also be told the rumour that he has slept with many of the men and women in a 2-mile radius.
“I don’t know how his younger brother puts up with him. Well, they are family so he kind of has to. Oui, touche. We should get a prize for being friends with him since birth and not leaving his side all that time.”
If you ask about the Spaniard many theories will arise to why no one has ever heard him speak. Two little girls that live a few floors down say that he was once a merman and that he made a deal with an evil witch. He would gain legs if he gave the witch his voice, but of course that is just a theory and a rip-off of the Little Mermaid.
Now this isn’t a story about an Italian with an inferiority complex that gets washed up on an island and has to survive by drinking turtle’s blood and using the coats of feral cats to keep warm at night.
It also isn’t a story of a Spaniard that apparently lost his voice when trading a fish-like tail for legs and he has to find his prince/princess charming to break the horrible curse that has befallen him.
This story follows the life of a blind man named Lovino Vargas who was leading what seemed like a perfectly good life, before meeting a mute Spaniard names Antonio Carrideo who would change his life forever.
For better or for worse?
We will just have to find out…
