365 days. The term always seemed so fleeting, so unattainable for me. How could someone as sick as I get a year to live? It never meant much to me...That is, until he came along. Now, 365 days never sounded more exciting.
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Slowly, I could feel myself being shaken awake. My eyebrows scrunched together, which caused me to groan faintly, before I opened my eyes. In front of me was a pair of hazel eyes, which stared into my own. A hand on my shoulder, I felt myself being shaken once more, which prevented me from falling asleep once more. As I gave a large yawn, I began to raise my arms, and stretched them out.My head turned, and I saw my fratello as he stared over at me, which caused me to smile one of my trademarked grins.
"Morning fratello!" I chirped, and wrapped my arms around the pillow nearest to me. His face scrunched into a scowl for a moment, before it began to relax as he sighed. He looked over at me once more, and then ruffled my hair.
"Good morning, Feliciano." He replied, his voice gruffly managed. Well, it was Lovino, after all. He wasn't the best at showing emotions, but it was nice when he did. "Get up. I got to go make breakfast, and then see that jerk-bastard, Antonio. Jerk-bastard." Romano grumbled the last part to himself, before he pulled the covers away, and swung his legs over the bed. He then stood, and I watched him walk out, before a soft sigh escaped me. My smile dropped as I looked out the window, before I laid my eyes on the mirror in the room.
In the reflection was a boy. He had auburn colored hair, with a stubborn curl on the side. His eyes were that of a sweet honey shade. Then came his skin. His sickly, rather pale skin. His face had begun to sink in, and show his cheekbones as well. With another sigh, I looked away, as tears came to my eyes.
That boy..Was me. That same sickly boy in the mirror was me. It was times like then I really wish I never had this disease.
Leukemia.
I remember when the doctors first told me about it. Fratello had been so worried about me when I began to get fevers more often. Then the headaches would come. After that, I started not wanting to eat more and more. Not even the best dish in the world, pasta, helped me. But when I passed out during school, that's when we knew something was wrong.
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It all began one seemingly normal day at the last period of the day. It was one of the few periods I had class with my fratello, but it was a decent class all the same. During the past few days, I've been very strange. I was getting these pounding headaches, begun to lose my appetite for pasta, and even lost an alarming amount of weight.
"Feliciano, we need to talk," Romano said, his tone serious. I looked up from my work on my desk,and tilted my head a bit in confusion. What was wrong? Lovino never was usually this serious.
"Yeah, what is it?" I asked, my brow furrowed. His behavior was really throwing me off.
"For the past few days, you've stopped eating, you've had these fevers, hell, by most mornings, the damn pillow case is soaked by sweat! Your sweat!" He crossed his arms, as his voice boomed. By now, some of the other students have begun to quiet down, as they tried to listen about what Lovino was yelling about this time.
"Lovino, you're starting to get loud a-again..."I spoke quietly, feeling my ears warm up from the fact that so many students had now begun to stare at the two of us.
"Fine, whatever, chigi. We're going to the damn nurse's, though. And you're not gonna say no like last time, either!" He huffed, and he stood from his seat to begin to walk towards the door. I soon got up and apologized to the others for his interruption, before I followed. As we got to the hallway, my vision began to grow blurry.
"Lo..vino," I murmured, as I felt my knees buckle under me as I collapsed to the tile floor. As I did, I could just barely see Lovino turn around, his face turning from slight irritation to clear shock.
"Feliciano!" I could hear him shout, before..nothing.
At least, nothing besides waking up in the nurse's office, without a clue as to what happened. That's when everything started to go wrong.
As I sat up, I looked around, and tried to figure out my surroundings. I saw the nurse, Mr. Kirkland, I furrowed my brow. What exactly happened? Just then, the door opened, revealing a man with dark brown hair, and a stubborn curl on the side of his head.
"Grandpa Roma!" I shouted, and begun to run over to hug him. He ran most of the distance, though, and scooped me up in his arms, as well as almost squeezed the life out of me.
"It's good to see you too, Grandpa!" I squeaked as he let go, and took a deep breath.
"I heard you passed out in the hall. Mr. Kirkland told me everything over the phone. We're going to the doctor after we drop Lovino off. No if's, and's or but's!" I sighed and nodded, seeing him come in.I reached for my backpack and thanked him, I began to run over to the doors out the school, towards his car.
What would happen next would make my whole world crumble and fall.
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As I heard him shout that breakfast was ready, I wiped my tears away and took a deep breath, and hoisted myself from the bed. Thinking about that day always made me cry. I stumbled for a few moments, and held onto the railing on the bed, before the wall became my aid as I trudged to the door. Soon, I was downstairs, and watched my brother place the two finished plates onto the table. One was plate full of pasta, with luscious crimson tomato sauce spread on top. The other was simply a plate with about five tomatoes, or as many as could have fit.
A chuckle escaped me as I sat down, looked at my brother. A grin brightened my face when my eyes laid on the food. Maybe I could down something today. Hopefully. As Lovino sat down, I stared at the pasta for a couple moments.
"You..You don't-" Lovino gave a small sigh, trying to find his words. He then looked up at me, and spoke again. "You don't have to force yourself to eat it. It's OK if you...aren't up to it, chigi."
I looked at him in surprise, and then a larger grin spread across my face. Lovino could be the sweetest brother in the world, sometimes.
"Ve~!" I chuckled, and the noodles began to spin onto the fork. "It's no problem, fratello! I'll definitely eat it, especially since you made it, ve~!" And with that, I put the fork in my mouth, had begun to eat. I was so lucky I was able to down it. To be honest, I was actually worried I'd throw up again. That would not be fun.
As I finished off a little more than a third of my plate, I began to grow full. Getting up from the table, I placed my food in the fridge, to save it for later. I've grown a habit of that now, even though I usually never touch the food for the rest of the day. At the sight at the time on the clock mounted on the wall, my eyes almost bulged out their sockets. With a little less than twenty five minutes left, we were going to be so late for school! I turned on my heel, and went up them as fast as my weakened body could, before I stormed to my closet. I pulled out my school uniform, and put in on in a hurry, before I sprayed some cologne and grabbing my backpack.
"Fratello, we have to get going!" I shouted, using the wall to lean on as I hurried to living room. Lovino looked to the clock and nodded, before he vanished up the stairs. After about fifteen minutes of the loud sounds as things were thrown and tossed, my brother finally ran down the stairs,and almost tripped over his feet as we got to the door.When we exited the house, I locked the door, before the two of us dashed to the bus stop.
We were just in time, too. Any sooner, and the bus would have drove right past us. As I stepped onto the yellow vehicle, I sat in one of the nearest seats, as another headache began to pound. While I rubbed my forehead,my head turned to stare out the window silently, and I all but noticed when fratello plopped down next to me. I closed my eyes,and let a sigh slip through my lips, as the sounds of other teens like me melded together. Some spoke about their long weekends, others drawled about drama with girlfriends or boyfriends. This was going to be a long day, I thought. A very, very long day.
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Translation:
fratello= "brother"
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Fanfiction"εvεη тнε вεsт ғαℓℓ ∂σωη, sσмεтιмεs.." Diagnosed with Leukemia, Feliciano Vargas, a student at Hetalia High, is told he had only months to live. Even then, he smiles, so that everyone doesn't worry about him. Even though he is slowly losing hope hi...
