So... 030 This is a story with Romano, Feliciano and Milan, a fan made 'sister' character. 030 Later I'll have one for Russia. This takes place in the Mafia times. :3 ------------------- Milan walked down the street with her two brothers. She was like any normal Italian. She has green eyes, and black hair. Her Italian accent was so true and pure. Romano has dark brown hair and green eyes, much like his sister. His brother, Feliciano was different. Feliciano has light brown hair and brown eyes. He has a high pitched voice, and loves his sister's cooking, but she was scary if you made her mad. Milan brushed her wet hair out of her face, pinning it so it wouldn't get in her face while doing business with her costumers. Milan was A normal Italian with an odd secret. Incest. She was in love with her brother, Romano. She wouldn't say, and was always embaressed when he barged in on her while working. Feliciano was a delicate child that always stayed with his sister because Romano seemed to scare him. "Milan~Is there any PASTAAAA?" he asked, poking his head in where Milan was writting a letter. "Hm? Yes, there is some." "Where's Romano, Milan?" Her face flushed and her mood dropped. "I don't know right now, Feliciano." "Alrighty~ Thank you!" he said in a happy tone. There is no happy tone for Feliciano, be was always happy unless he was flooding your family room with tears. She tried to re-focus on her letter to a client. "Damnit!" she hissed, slamming her pen down. At that moment, Feliciano started crying. Feliciano is younger than Romano and Milan, so that means when Milan watches him, she's like his Mother. "Milan!~" he cried in between his blasted sobs. "Yes Feliciano?" she asked, walking in and rubbing her head. "Why are you so unhappy, Milan? Is it because I upset you?" His words surprised and broke her heart. Whenever in his mind would his sweet, little happy bird voice make her unhappy? "No, Feliciano! Nothing's wrong!" she said, smoothing out his hair and cleaning his face. He's what, 16 or 17 now? "Why are you upset, Milan?!" "Romano is being a pain in the-" "No words!" he said, covering his ears and he got pasta sauce in his hair. "Awwww Feliciano! Go clean off and get back here! I don't want you back here with that pasta sauce!" she barked. Feliciano trotted into the bathroom and cleaned his hair off and dried it carefully. Ah...Italia.....
Um...incest. Not the worst thing. Pedophilia and unprotected sex are very,very popular in these forums .
Oh shit, wrong choice of words. ANYWAY. Ignore the little word of 'Incest'.. =3= Thank you my dear Happiness_Sadness. I'm going to vomit if I see another sex story. Another anyway, Milan is in love with Romano. NO GODAMN INCEST.
Damnit I love you darlin'! Oh...and Feliciano has an odd disease that makes him more of a child at his age. ------ Milan was barely awake and falling asleep quicker than she thought she would- SLAM! "Fuck!" she hissed, hitting her head. "I'm home..." rang Romano's voice in her ears. She smiled, and acted pissy when she walked in. "Hush it Romano! Feliciano-" "WAAAAAAAAAH!" "Was sleeping, wasn't he?" Romano finished, scratching his head. She gritted her teeth, muttering many curse words in Italian and barged off to Feliciano's room. "Shh....Feliciano..." she whispered, petting his hair. "M-Milan?" "Yes Feliciano..." "Why are you y-Yelling at R-Romano?" "Romano and Milan aren't happy with each other right now. Just go to sleep, Feliciano. It will be better in the morning." She promised, kissing his forehead and shutting the door quietly. Her heels clicked loudly down the hall, grabbing Romano by his arm and dragging him outside. "Milan!" "Shut up Romano! Feliciano has been crying because you keep waking him up!" "Me?! REALLY? You're the one constantly yelling!" "At YOUR ASS, ROMANO." she barked, pulling the gun out and holding it to his head. "M-Milan and Romano..." Feliciano cried to himself in quiet, watching the through a window. "Don't make me pull the trigger, Romano." -------------
He smirked, "I'd like to see you try, Milan. You know Feliciano will start crying." Feliciano was inside the house, trying to get either Milan or Romano inside. He turned on the stove and burned himself. He left it on so whoever came inside saw what he did. He screeched and his crying began. Milan put her gun away and ran inside to see what happened. Romano smiled to himself, and followed inside. Milan was holding Feliciano's hand, and hushing his crying. "Shhhh.....Hush little Feliciano..." His hand wasn't burnt that bad. I mean, come on. He cries when their cat, Pooky, licks his face. "It hurrrrts!" he whinnied, squeezing her arm. "Shhh....Let's talk about something else, not your hand..." "Okay...." She cleaned it carefully, hushing him. "What's wrong with you and Romano, Milan?" "Huh? What do you mean Feliciano?" "Y-You were holding a gun to his head..." She blinked and her face became immediate sadness. She finished wrapping his hand up, and held him like a mother. "Feliciano...You know I would never hurt Romano..." "B-But you wanted to!" "I wouldn't be able to if I tried, sweet Feliciano. Go back to sleep." she said, tucking him in and Kissing his forehead. "Goodnight Milan!~" he said, returning to normal.