Seven Day Flood {APH}

WENESDAY

The sun swelled highly above the horizon, it's rays soaking the rich land of Italy. The breeze was perfect as it rolled of the ocean's waves. The smell of traditional, homemade Italian pasta filled the kitchen and drifted off to the living room where two males sat.

Seborga and Veneziano.

Romano was cooking lunch in the kitchen and was nearing completion of the meal. He sprinkled just a bit of Basil on the pasta and bread before proudly saying that lunch was ready to the two lounging younger brothers.

The russet haired male set the two's plates down on the dinner table where his younger brothers sat eagerly. Actually, only one brother sat there and he had green eyes like Romano.

Romano looked to the living room to see his brother struggling to get up. The oldest brother went to his side and kneeled down to see his brother's face.

"What's wrong?" He asked in a worried tone. Veneziano smiled semi brightly. "My legs just locked up. It's okay big brother." The aburnette reassured, trying to get his leg joints to move how they're supposed to.

Romano frowned deeply. Was it just old age, or was it because of something else? He became lost in his thoughts quickly before being brought out of it to the sound of a loud, cringe worthy, pop.

Romano saw that his brother had brought mobility to his right leg. Veneziano looked pained and tried the same method on his left. It worked tremendously. Veneziano wobbled up on his unlocked legs and was taking steady steps to the kitchen, grabbing onto his brother if he had an off footing. He looked like a baby trying to walk.

Finally, they reached the table. The lunch was silent and had a briefly known tension in the air.

Romano was increasingly more worried for his fratello. He was acting like he was actually over two thousand years old. He has been a lot more subdued and light headed than usual just from his observations. And the hurling incident from the day before did not help his anxiety for his brother.

After lunch, they went their own separate ways. Seborga went to hide out in his room while Romano lounged with his baby brother on the couch.

Veneziano was smiling uncontrollably up at his brother. His arms were wrapped around Romano's neck loosely. In turn, the Southerner rested his hands on the Northerners lower back. He had a small smile on his face and olive green met honey gold.

They were like this for hours, slipping in and out of peaceful sleep.

Veneziano was gazing at his sleeping brother with a saddened expression. He cupped his cheek gently in a hesitant stature.

His lips were pouted out with upturned eyebrows, openly showing his distress. A sigh left Veneziano's lips as his eyes glistened. Water filled up at the brim, turning his vision blurry. Honey gold eyes wavering with an unbearable gleam of sadness and future regret.

As if his overwhelming emotions weren't enough, he suddenly heaved. Veneziano's stomach twisted in a familiar pain he was getting used to. The auburnette quickly scrambled off his brother, waking him up in the process.

The younger collapsed onto the floor and bile rose up his throat, forcing its way out of him.

Romano looked around confused. He heard the disgusting sound of coughing and puking. The russet haired Italian looked down quickly and felt his worry overrun his other emotions.

Romano carefully pet his brother's head and knelt down next to his withering brother. He furrowed his head in between Veneziano's shaky shoulder blades and pecked the base of his neck.

The mixed together substance of lunch toppled out of Veneziano's system, eyes screwed shut in a pain he hadn't felt before and big tears flowed down his cheeks. He could barely hold himself up. His forehead pressed close to the floor, shuddering up everything he had ate.

Water soon followed, like the previous days. And there wasn't much he could do to stop it.