“Vee! Fratello, I want-a pasta!”, Feliciano cheerfully exclaimed to his brother. “No, I am making pizza and that’s final stupido fratello…” Feliciano had been going on his usual rants about pasta the entire day and had already consumed multiped servings of the noodle dish just that morning alone. “But I wanta pasta!!~”, Feliciano whined and whined about it hoping his brother would cave in and let him have pasta for dinner. “I already said no! I’m making pizza and that’s final. Now sit down and shut up!” Lovino didn’t spare his kin another glance before whipping back around to continue kneading and rolling the pizza dough in annoyance. Feliciano sat down on the floor playing with Italia Cat’s paws and singing about pasta. “Lovi, I want-a pasta!” By this time, Lovino had already put the pizza in the oven and was getting even more fed up with his brother. If you could kill someone with a glare, Feliciano would’ve died at 50 times already. “I ALREADY SAID NO TO YOU A MILLION-A TIMES YOU IDIOT-A BASTA-” Lucky for Feliciano, the timer for the pizza went off, causing Lovino to stop talking and rush to retrieve the freshly baked Italian dish out the piping hot oven. The smell of fresh herbs, juicy, ripe, fresh tomatoes and creamy-smooth cheese filled the Vargas’ kitchen as Lovino plated the heavenly meal on a platter. However, the moment was ruined by Feliciano who proceeded to ask for pasta once more. “YOU KNOW WHATA?! I DON’T CARE. JUST GET YOUR STUPIDO PASTA AND GET OUT OF MIA HOUSE!!!,” Lovino’s scream seemed to shake the foundation of the house as it boomed. “But fratello, this is my home too! Where will me and Italia Cat go?” At that rate, Lovino just wanted to eat the entire and go to bed, where would be hopefully safe from his ‘enough to try the patience of a saint’ personality. “Feliciano, get your pasta. And me alone-a.” “Vee~”
Once the older of the two went into his room, Feliciano busied himself with making his favorite thing eat; that favorite thing to eat being pasta of cause. He let the water boil while he went to harass his brother for entertainment. After somewhere close to an hour of working on his legendary pasta, he sat down to eat. “Vee, fratello!,” Feliciano excitedly said as he saw his brother descend the hallway with his usual irritated scowl, seeming to be permanently etched his face. “I just came down here to wash my dishes.” He replied in a short, curt manner addressing his brother. Feliciano however did not appreciate his brother being short with him. He figured the way he behaved earlier that day must have had something to do with why his brother was appearing to be even triggered than usual. “Fratello, mi dispiace. I didn’t mean to make you upset! I just really wanted pasta.” Despite how Lovino was angry, he decided to see reasoning with his brother. That was a rather uncommon thing with Lovino as well! “It’s ok-a. Just don’t do it again-a.” “Yay! Lovi isn’t angry anymore-a!” Feliciano stated as he hugged Italia Cat. “STOP CALLING ME THAT, *********** Lovino’s voice bellowed. “I’M SORRY FRATELLO!”
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