"STUPID BASTARD! WHY ARE YOU SLEEPING IN SO MUCH? YOU'VE SLEPT ENOUGH YESTERDAY! THIS ISN'T NORMAL! I COOKED PASTA AND EVERYTHING! WHY AREN'T YO-"
"Lovi-"
"I told you not to call me that tomato bastard!"
"Lovino, calm down."
Antonio's words seemed to push Lovino off the edge. "C-c-c-calm down? CALM DOWN? I HAVE THE RIGHT TO BE WORRIED ABOUT MY BROTHER!"
"I didn't say you didn't..."
Lovino started shaking with rage. "Stupid Spainard! I-"
Antonio started making hand movements while saying spell that seemed to entrance and confuse Lovino at the same time. Lovino stared at the Spainard for a good while until he said, "Uh... a-anyway fratello, breakfast is down stairs..." Lovino said without breaking eye contact with Antonio. Feliciano nodded, trying not to stare or be pulled into the strange trance the Spainard was producing.
Feliciano didn't feel like going to town today as he slowly picked at his breakfast. "Feli? What's wrong?"
Feliciano looked up from his cold spaghetti as Antonio pulled on a jacket. "I didn't sleep very well." Feliciano said plainly.
Antonio sighed. "Well, you have all day, you could take naps."
Feliciano shuddered at the thought. "S-sure."
"Adiós," Antonio waved as he walked out the door.
Lovino was next to leave, staring at his brother suspiciously. "Ciao, Feli. Don't get into trouble."
Feliciano nodded. "Right."
And with that, Feliciano was alone. Feliciano rested his head on his hand as he slowly, accidentally, dozed off. Feliciano felt his head fall forward as his body rested. It felt like he was falling so he jolted up. Feliciano sighed and decided he'd go to town after all.
The drive there was short and sweet, as to it normally felt long. Feliciano parked outside of the little Italian pasta store. Feliciano decided he would talk to Francis about his strange dream, this time remembering every single detail. As soon as Feliciano walked in he saw Francis. But, Francis was talking loudly to a white haired man that seemed to talk in a German accent. Feliciano recognised that man as the man who was talking to Ludwig the first day Feliciano layed eyes on him.
Francis saw Feliciano and jumped over to him and grab him into a side hug. "Gil, this is Feli!"
Feliciano squeaked at the unexpected contact. But, Feliciano being Feliciano, he went along with it and looked at Gilbert. "Ciao!"
"Awe, he's so cute! He's perfect for my little bruder!"
"Wait, what?"
"I know, right?" Francis said as he ignored Feliciano's confusion.
Gilbert and Francis laughed with each other, as Francis pulled Feliciano closer, Francis's hand slithering down closer to Feliciano's waist. Feliciano started panicking. "Francis-" Feliciano began.
"Stop trying to grope him, Francis," Ludwig said warningly from behind the counter at the cashier. Francis pouted and let go of Feliciano.
"You're no fun~" Francis whined.
Ludwig rolled his eyes. "Can't you feel him shaking?"
Francis looked back at the small Italian shaking wildly with a petrified expression. Maybe Feliciano wouldn't tell Francis about his dream. Feliciano backed away, towards the cashier. "Thank you..." Feliciano mumbled to Ludwig.
