The Italy brothers were shopping around in Spain. While Feliciano was fascinated by the Spanish sights and the fact that Lovino comes here all the time to visit Antonio. The south Italian was talking to people in Spanish.
"Wow you look Italian, but I bet you have some Spanish in you." A lady said walking by.
Then a funny thing was thought by Feliciano that could probably get him killed
"He sure does lady. He has some Spanish in him every night."
The lady laughed and walked away.
~2 hours later~
Lovino was tired of digging such a big Italian sized hole but he was finally done digging and the remains were inside. So he buried the remains.
"This hurts me just as much as it hurts you." Lovino said in defeat.
"Hey big bro what's with the hole?" Feliciano asked. He looked closely then he noticed what he was digging up.
All of the remaining pasta in his house.
"Ah Lovino how could you!" Feliciano yelled in terror.
"You said some shitty damn thing about me and Antonio. I had no other choice and like I said as your big brother it hurts me more than it hurts you."
RIP Feliciano
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