LOVINO'S P.O.V
I walk down the street trying to find a nice Italian restaurant to eat at, when I hear a voice calling my name "Fratello, Fratello!" Oh, it's my brother... But before I could even say anything he tackled me to the ground...That bastard...
"Get off me, you stupid jerk!" I shout, pushing Feliciano off me viciously. "Ve~ Fratello, I'm hungry!" Feliciano said blissfully. That's it....That's all he had to say?! Mio Fratello is so annoying! Well..Not as annoying as that stupid Spaniard Antonio...."Me too, that's why I'm looking for an Italian restaurant!" I say bluntly. "Lovino, let's go to a German restaurant for a change!" He smiled brightly, tilting his head. HAS HE LOST HIS MIND?! I WOULD NEVER GO TO A GERMAN RESTAURANT IN 100 YEARS!! I growl, pulling him by the shirt "Idiota! You Bastardo! I am NOT going to a German restaurant!! EVER!" Feliciano yelped in fear, squirming around.
"O-Ok!" He tried to break free from my grip.
I let go of his shirt angrily, "Let's just go back to the house and cook...."
~At Their House~
(To be continued.....#CliffHangers
