You woke up the next morning disoriented and confused. Next to yo, you saw a man with brown hair and a curl to the right and he was facing you, shirtless, the blanks pulled up to under his arm. It took you a few seconds to realize that it was Lovino sleeping next to you. You relaxed and then you stiffened again. What was Romano doing in bed with you!? Didn’t he say that he was going to sleep on the couch?
You stared wide eye at the Italian man in bed next to you. He stirred, groaning a little bit, and then opened his eyes, blinking a few times. When his eyes focused on you, he gave you a small smile. The first real one you’ve seen since you’ve know the angriest of the Italian twins. Though it may have been a little awkward, it was still a cute smile.
"Boun giorno, angelo." He said and sat up also, rubbing his eyes. "How'd you sleep, bella?"
You got a good look at his bare chest. He had muscles, bit not a lot and they weren’t overly burly. They were nice, tones, and they fit his build perfectly. He really did have a very attractive body, you thought distantly.
Romano snapped his fingers in front of your face. You blinked and shook your head. "Huh?"
"I said 'how'd you sleep, bella.'" He repeated his question.
"Oh, uh… fine." You replied. "You?"
"Bene." He answered.
The two of you sat in silence for a moment, just staring at each other. Romano was taking in your appearance. It didn’t matter that this was the fourth time he saw you like this, he would never get used to it. He would never get tired of seeing your golden halo or those wings that looked as smooth as silk.
"Uhm… Romano?" You said.
He looked into you (e/c) eyes. "Sí, bella?"
"Why were you… sleeping with me?" You asked slowly. "I thought you were going to sleep on the couch?"
Mr. Tomato Face Romano came back. "Uh… well… when I walked back into the living room, I told the potato bastard and mio fratello that I was planning to sleep on the couch. But… erm… that damned potato bastard made me sleep with you by pushing me back into the room. Mi dispaice."
You didn’t say anything, just turned and got out of the bed. You were about to put on your sandals when, before you could grab them, Romano caught your arm, leaning over the bed. You were mildly amused to see that his pants hat tomatoes on them. He looked at you with a blank expression that gave away some mildly suppressed worry.
"What is it, Lovino?" You asked.
"You're not… upset with me, are you, bella?" He asked.
You blinked at him. "Of course not." You replied.
He let out a sigh of relief and let go of your arm. You took that time to put on your gladiators and use your magic to mask your appearance, this time taking care that you used your magic to make sure that your wings were under your shirt. Romano got out of bed and rummaged through his drawers.
"Don’t look." He said.
You nodded and turned around. Then you remembered that he had band instruments in the corner of his room, you walked over and examined them.
"Hey, Lovi?" You said.
"Damn it. Don’t call me that, ragazza." He said. He pulled on a pair of pants, grabbing a shirt and walked over to you. "What do you want?
You looked at Romano, putting his shirt on. "Are you in a band?"
He nodded. "Sí. I'm the vocalist." He shrugged like it was nothing.
You looked at the man next to you. "You must be really talented."
He didn’t answer or look at you either.
"Who else is in the band?" You asked.
"Mio fratello. He plays the bass. A man called Alfred F. Jones who plays the drums and Arthur Kirkland who plays the guitar." He shrugged. "And that potato bastard is our manager."
"What are you called?"
"We don’t have a name yet." Romano replied. "Come on. Let's get breakfast. I'm hungry."
He left the room without another word. You followed him and the two of you walked in and saw Ludwig already up, sitting at the table with a cup of coffee in his hands. Romano studiously ignored him and walked over to the refrigerator. He opened it and pulled out a tomato for himself and started munching on it.
"Tomato, ragazza?" he asked.
"Do you have an apple instead?" You replied. When he turned to look in the fridge you turned to Ludwig. "Good morning, Ludwig."
"Guten morgen." He said and then rubbed his forehead.
"Ja." He replied.
"Ragazza, catch." You heard Romano say. When you looked up yo saw an apple hurtling towards your head.
You quickly reached up to catch it and cover your face at the same time so you wouldn’t get a black eye. "What the hell, Lovino?"
"You said you wanted an apple." He answered. "So I got you one."
You grumbled. "You didn’t have to throw it."
"Oh, ja, Romano. I forgot to tell you." Ludwig spoke up. "I scheduled a band practice for zis afternoon. Arthur und Alfred said zey vill be here after lunch."
Romano sighed, taking another bite of his tomato. "Sí, sí, whatever."
You saw Romano roll his eyes as you took a bite of your apple.
Not long after that, Feli woke. He said good morning to you sleepily and kissed you on both cheeks like he did last night when he wished you good night. He wobbled over to the refrigerator and tried giving Romano a hug, who promptly pushed him off and muttered his usual curses about his brother. Then Feliciano opened up the fridge and pulled out some of the left over pasta, heating it up, and then eating it.
After that you decided to take the time between when Feli got up to the time Arthur and Alfred arrived to observe the two brothers and try to determine what the real problem was. It seemed to you that other than Romano's inferiority complex the only other problem was the Romano absolutely hated Ludwig, though you didn’t understand why. You planned to ask the eldest twin about that later on that night before the two of you fell asleep.
Romano was about to walk out in frustration, with you following close behind, when, as he opened the door, you noticed two men standing at the door. One was tall with sandy brown hair and blue eyes behind wire rimmed glasses. The other man was a little shorter than the man with glasses with messy blonde hair, emerald green eyes and big bushy eyebrows. The man with the sandy blonde hair had his hand up about to knock on the door.
"Yo! Romano, dude! Great timing!" He said.
"Why must you be so loud, Alfred?" Said the blonde man with an English accent.
Romano grumbled and let them in, you standing behind him still.
"Whoa, dude! There's a girl, here Arthur." The other man, Alfred, said. "And she's hot!"
Romano growled. "Shut up, burger bastard!" He glared at the American.
"Calm down, Romano. I just want to know the pretty lady's name." Alfred replied. "And why she's here. Did Feli bring her home last night?"
The Englishman walked up next to you. "I apologize on behalf of Alfred. He does have any… internal sensor. Typical for Americans like himself. I'm Arthur Kirkland, by the way. Pleasure to meet you…?" He let his greeting and in a question.
"(name) (last name)." You replied.
"Ah. And how did you meet these Italian brothers?" Arthur asked. "A friend of Feliciano's? Pardon if I'm being presumptuous."
Romano, upon hearing this, stopped yelling at Alfred to come over and pull you into him. "She is not a friend of mio fratello, eyebrows bastard. She is mio ragazza."
Arthur blinked and looked you for confirmation. You shrugged and smiled.
"What can I say; he's cute when he's angry." You giggled. "And when he gets frustrated. He's my little tsundere."
Arthur looked between the two of you. "I can s—"
He was cut off when Alfred came up and pushed him to the side. "Whoa, dude! You have a girlfriend?! That’s unexpected!"
Romano growled again and turned to walk out of the house when you caught his hand. You looked at him, your eyes asking him to stay. He sighed and game in, not leaving but also not letting go of your hand.
"Vell, you two are finally here." You heard Ludwig's voice.
Four pairs of eyes turned to the German man. Feli, surprisingly, wasn’t there. Ludwig sighed and told the three boys to go get the gear from Romano's room and meet in the garage. Romano turned and looked at you longingly, like he wanted you to go with him, not wanting to let go of you hand. You smiled at him and told him you would go with Ludwig to the garage and wait for him there. He nodded and reluctantly let go of your hand. His longing look was replaced with his signature scowl before anyone noticed. The three boys walked out of the foyer and towards Romano's room and you and Ludwig headed to the garage. When you arrived, you noticed that Feli was sitting cross legged on the floor with a bass guitar resting across his lap. There was a small black rectangular box in from of him.
"Whatcha doing, Feli?" You asked and sat next to him.
He jumped a little bit again. He was easy to startle. You giggled a little bit. "Oh, hey, (name)." he answered. "I'm just turning my bass."
"Sounds tedious." You said.
He shrugged. "I need this to be tuned or else I won't be able to play right and Romano would get mad at me."
"He gets mad at you often, doesn’t he?" You asked.
Feli nodded. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Ludwig look at his watch and then leave the room, probably to go retrieve the other band mates.
"He does. But I'm used to it. He's mio fratello." He answered. "I mean, somehow, he seems happier even when he's angry." He laughed a little to himself. "I know that sounds weird, but it's true."
You stared at Feliciano. It seems that he wasn’t so much afraid of his brother as he seemed to be when he was being yelled at by Romano. It seemed that he really cared about his brother and wanted to be friends with him again. He didn’t want Romano to hate him.