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Its been a while since i written so.... Yeah. Im sorry if none of these make sense.

A year before the current timeline of the story.

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Feliciano's POV

"I can't take this anymore!" Mamma sobbed as she looked at us three. Fratello, me and Fratellino. "If your Papa was still here then it would be much easier...." She added as she wiped her tears.

Papa died a few years ago when I was just starting primary school. And that's where mamma started crying.

A lot.

She would get mad at us but she had never hit us.

Me and Fratello were standing near each other when there was a sudden knock on the door. Mamma's eyes started to widen as she looked at the direction of the door as she neared it. "W-who's there?" She asked. The person at the door answered in a cheerful voice. " mio principessa, it's me your papa!" Mamma started bursting out in tears as she opened the door and hugged the person.

"Did you miss me?" He asked with a smile coming after. Mamma nodded as an answer.

The man mamma called "papa" looked luxurious with his clothing and the watch he wore. Those alone were probably worth more than the house we live in.

"Come back home with you kids. I know you are a warrior in life but there's always time for rest"

Mamma shook her head. "I'm sorry papa I'm not going back" she smiled and walked to Fratellino and held his hand.

"but... please take care of his elder siblings.. You are better for them Papa. They are heirs of your name and company." She told him as she looked at us with tears still running from her eyes.

Name?

Vargas?

Mamma did tell us when we were little that it is tradition for a wife to take the name of the husband until death, but that wasn't the case for them.

"I would like to at least try to be a good mother for once."

The man looked and smiled at me and Fratello.

"Well then. It's been a while you two, both of you were still little when I last saw you both. Lovino, Feliciano."

"Even with the one year age difference you two look like twins" he joked.

"W-who... The fuck are you?" Fratello asked him like he was trying to sound tough. He was still young and even used an offensive word. But I saw that Fratello was shaking a bit and was looking like a little pomodoro.

"Oh?" The man chuckled at the word Fratello used.

"I'm sorry haven't introduced myself. I am Roma Vargas, Your Mamma's Papa or say.. your Nonno. And you're gonna start living with me today" he smiled.

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Our things were now packed. I couldn't recognize me and my fratello's room now... I'm gonna miss this. We kissed and hugged our Mamma and fratellino good bye, though it was a bit hard...

"Alright boys, it's time to go" Nonno told us. As we were about to leave, I kinda sorta forgot something...

It was something special given to me 2 years ago.

"u-um.. I-I'm sorry I kinda forgot something!.. M-may I go and get it?"

"Of course Feliciano, you shouldn't forget things like that. It sounds important right?"

I nodded and asked my fratello to come with me to my room.

Fratello leaned on the walls while crossing his arms. "Grow up already Feliciano. You're almost in middle school"

"Fratello, you talk as if you've been to middle school. School hasn't even started yet"

I replied as I crouched to get a small box under my bed. In response Fratello rolled his eyes.

I found it funny so I added

"You just miss Big Brother Tonio because he's off somewhere for middle school" I let out a small giggle. And there he goes again blushing like a little pomodoro.

"y-yeah so what?!"

I smiled at him then opened the box.

There i see a locket.

"you should forget the people who lied to y--"

"It's fine fratello." I smile as I put on the locket

"Okay. Let's go idiot."






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PhEw i hOPE YOU GUYS LIKED THAT PROLOGUE.

The next one will be short broken pieces of flashbacks on what the locket is all about.

Grazie mille~ ×

Alsoalso please comment down suggestions for Seborga's human name qwq

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