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{Veneziano's POV}
I'm so glad Arthur liked the pasta! I've never cooked for anyone except Lovi or Grandpa. I sat on the sofa in Arthur's living room and we laughed at jokes, told stories and ate food, Lovi would be home soon, I should probably get back so he doesn't get worried. But wanna stay. I don't get yelled at here and Arthur is super nice!
"Arthur, I probably will need to leave soon, because Lovi will be wondering where I am."
"Okay, Feliciano, i shall see you around."
"Sì!' I smiled at him with the biggest smile my face would allow, he smiled back.
I got up, and said "ciao" as I left the house.
I was right, Lovi was home, and he didn't seem too happy. "Where the fuck have you been?!" "Sorry Lovi..." I walk in the direction of my room, I would tell him later when he's calmed down a bit... "FELICIANO FUCKING VARGAS!!! GET YOUR ASS HERE NOW!!" i sighed, you've got to love it when your fratello is angry, right...
"Ve~ Lovi, I'm tired..." I whined, hoping he would stop for a couple of minutes, but if anything it made it worse. "WHAT THE FUCK HAVE YOU BEEN DOING?!?!" I walk, head down, into the kitchen where he was standing, red faced, like he was going to explode.
"Fratello, I just visited Arthur's house..." I yawned, I was used to his yelling. Mostly. "Now let me sleep, ve~" I slowly walked back to my room and collapsed on the bed, instantly falling asleep.
{Romano's POV}
I was angry, I hated how he would just leave without telling me where the fuck he was going and left me panicking when I got home. I was going to go give that bastardo, England, a piece of my mind.
I stormed next door and pounded on his door. He opened the door, "Why good evening, Romano, come inside!"
I go inside, why wasn't this bastardo calling me names, like he usually does? It's so weird, it's like if I were to be nice to America (which is never gonna happen, by the way)!
"Why are you here?" I hadn't really planned what I was gonna say. I found it best to yell at him, to get the point across, ya know?
"BASTARDO, DONT PLAY DUMB WITH ME! THATS MY BROTHERS JOB! TELL ME WHAT DID YOU DO TO TWIST MY BROTHERS HEAD AROUND SO BAD?!" He sat there and looked at me, "Nothing, Romano, I just invited him over, we had some pasta and tea and talked, that's it! I am trying to be nice to you, as you are his brother, but if you yell at me I may be inclined to yell back, okay?" Okay, he looked pissed, like REALLY pissed.
"Whatever, Bastardo, just don't hurt him, okay?" And with that I stood up and left the room when my phone rang. Just like usual, it was Spain... I hurried out of the door and ran into the park, where I picked up my phone and placed it to my ear.
"What the fuck do you want?!"
"¡Hola Roma! I was calling to see if you wanted me to visit, I'm leaving to go back to Spain tomorrow!"
"Whatever, jerk bastard, and don't call me Roma!"
I hung up, I really wasn't in the mood.
I walked upstairs to mine and Feli's room, I opened the door slowly, and he was sprawling across the bed as though he had collapsed. I laughed softly and got in beside him.
When I woke up, he wasn't in the bed, I searched the room:
Bathroom, nope.
Living room (lounge), nope.
Garden (back yard), nope.
Kitchen, nope.
