“Fratello, I want you to meet my new friend!”
Feliciano bounded into the house, interrupting Lovino in his peaceful nap time. He didn’t want to meet any more of his brother’s friends. He didn’t like them, but he couldn’t just get rid of them. What was sad, is him brother chose his friends more than family.
“I don’t want to meet your friends, you bastard.” Lovino growled and sat up, turning his glare to his brother. Behind the saddened Italian, was a pouting woman, (e/c) eyes bright and watery. She pushed a lock of (h/c) hair behind her ear and fingered Feliciano’s sleeve.
Lovino’s heart pounded in his chest and tightened. He just made a girl cry! Standing up, he hurried over, green eyes soft. “I’m so sorry bella, I didn’t mean to say that. I wasn’t talking about you.”
Feliciano stood in front of the girl, narrowing his eyes at his brother. “No fratello, you are so mean.” He turned to the girl and took her hand, leading her to his room. “Come on, _____. We don’t need him.”
(Name). Such a beautiful name. He glared at his brother and balled his hands into fists. Slumping back onto the couch, he covered his head and sighed. Stupid brother, always messing things ups. Though, it was his own damn fault for yelling. He decided he would formulate a plan to make up for his mistakes.
Perhaps he would cook a meal for them. Yeah, no matter how hard it would be, he’d do it. Jumping up excitedly, he hurried to the kitchen and searched for some items. He would make spaghetti, since everyone likes spaghetti. Boiling water, he got out pasta and poured it in. While that was cooking, he moved to the sauce. He made it exactly how his little brother taught him to. He added spices and cheeses, pouring it into a pan and cooking it on low.
Taking the pasta off the burner, he drained it, and threw it back into the pot. He mixed butter in, stirring it so it could melt, and then turned the heat off the sauce. He poured it in with the noodles, quickly. Smiling to himself, he fixed them on plates, and washed his hands of any extra sauce. He poured red wine into glasses and placed them on the table. He set out silverware, and eyed the table.
Lovino walked over to his brother’s room, rasping on the door and waiting for it to open. Feliciano’s brown eyes met his and he smiled slightly. “Did you cook something, fratello?” He nodded, making the bubbly boy grow cheery and turn to the girl. She looked up from her spot on the bed, curious. “Bella! Fratello made us something to eat. Are you hungry?”
Her eyes moved to Lovino, who felt embarrassed and turned his gaze quickly. She nodded and crawled off the bed, bounding over to Feliciano, walking out with him towards the table. Both their mouths gaped open when they saw the table, and she giggled quietly, looking for a seat. Feliciano set her in the middle, at the edge. He took one side, while Lovino took the other.
“Oh Lovino, this looks really good.” (Name) spoke, her voice quiet. Lovino smiled, handing her a napkin. Maybe he was in the clear. At least she spoke to him now.
The phone rang in the other room, and Feliciano jumped up, racing to get it. Now was his chance, he thought confidently. “I’m sorry about earlier, bella.” She looked up, cheeks turning pink. He couldn’t deny that she was insanely cute. “I hope you can forgive me for being so rude. Not that, this means anything.”
She shyly smiled, nodding to him. “It’s alright. Feliciano told me about how you don’t like Ludwig, so I understand why you got upset. He said you didn’t know I was a girl.”
Lovino growled, shooting a glare in the direction to his brother. “Idiota, I knew you were a girl.” She giggled again, and he turned his head away from her. Gah, he couldn’t take it.
“I would like to be friends, if that’s okay with you.” He stared, long and hard at her. Smiling, he took her hand and kissed the back of it. Moving his eyes up, he took in her features once more.
“I’d love to.” He whispered, before letting go and focusing back on his food as his brother came back. He began eating, but stole glances her way.