Milan has the same skin tone as Feliciano does. ------------ Milan took the pins out of her hair, setting them on the counter. "Ahh...." "So...Milan..." She huffed as Romano popped out from behind her. "What do you want Romano?" she asked, glaring up as she cooked the pasta. "What's up, Sis? Feliciano is crying...He says you're angry at me." "Nothing is wrong, Romano." "Are you sure, Milan?" Milan banged the pot against the granite countertop and Feliciano started bawling like a three year old over cookies. "Whoops, now Feliciano is crying." she said, walking off to see Feliciano. "MIIILLAAAAAAAAN!" "I'm coming, Feli darling." she said, her heels clicking against the tile in horror. Romano shuddered at his sister after she walked off. She tightened her fist and walked into Feliciano's rooms. "Shhh.....Feliciano....Go to sleep..." she whispered, holding him so he would cry into his shoulder. "MILAN! IJUSTWANTYOUANDROMANOTOSTOPFIGHTING!" He spoke really fast, which made it really hard for Milan. The only words she could make out of his jabbering was 'You', 'Romano', 'stop', and 'fighting'. "Feliciano, You need to calm down and lie off of me and Romano. I don't want to to start crying about me and him... We'll be fine." He squished himself against Milan, listening to her heartbeat. "Ah.."
>.> Yes. Yes she is. >.> Which pisses me off because photobucket wasn't working and I thought her hands were by her side. *Insert time passing whistle here* After this story, this is the order of how they shall go in. (Maybe. >.>) 1.) Ivan-(Russia) 2.) Alfred-(America) 3.) Matthew-(Canada) 4.) Iggy-(England)
"Milan....." Romano stood at the door way as Feliciano fell asleep. "Hush Romano...." "Milan....We have to talk..." "In a minute sweetheart...." She gently put Feliciano down to sleep, and he hugged his blanket. She tip-toed out of the room and took Romano's hand and sat on the couch with him. "We have to talk, Milan." "About what?" she asked, lying in his lap. "You and I..." "There isn't much to talk about, Roma." "I know Milan, but Feliciano told me something..." "What did Feli say, Roma?" "You loved me....." Her eyes widened in shock and horror, trying not to strangle anyone or anything. __________________ "Roma, I love you like my brother, and that's what you are." "Thats not what Feli said, Milan." "Romano...." she said, covering her face. "I love you, I really do Romano...." "How?" "I just don't know! I just don't know how to say in what way to say it!" "Tell me, Brotherly or like someone you would like in school?" "In school..." she said quietly. Romano's eyes widened, throwing himself into the couch. Milan threw herself forward to she could run. She ran upstairs and laid down next to Feliciano and cried softly. "Milan~ What's wrong?" Feliciano's little, happy bird voice chirped. "Why did you tell Roma I loved him, Feli?" "You do..." "I do, but in the way you think, Feliciano." she said, staring at the ceiling. "W-Wha?" "I love him...Not brotherly love him...Boyfriend love him...." Feliciano sat up and looked down at her. "Milan~ You shouldn't be embarrassed! Tell him! Tell him you love him! Don't be ashamed!" Feliciano said. He maybe more of a child sometimes, but he encouraged the love of his siblings. "Y-You're right, Feli! I will!" She ran out the door to find Romano, and tell him that she loved him. ------ The next update will be the last of this little chapter.
I'm glad you do Dashie! ----- Romano sat outside, crying, feeling the gust of wind against his face. Milan listened to his sobs, sitting behind him. "Roma..." "Godamnit Milan..." he said, wiping his tears on his puppy paws colored jacket. "Roma...I'm sorry that's not what you expected..." "Milan, why? Just why? What's wrong in that head of yours?" Her heart cracked as she kneeled in front of him on that wooden, park bench looking thing. "Roma...I love you...I need you to understand..." He held her hands in his, kissing her forehead. "Milan....I love you too. No matter what, I will always love you. Your head maybe different than mine in thoughts, but you are amazing." Milan shivered in the wind and sat on the bench with Romano. "Roma...How long have you known?" "Milan, I found out yesterday." She hung her head in shame and he lifted her chin and looked into her jade green eyes. "Beautiful Milan....There's nothing to be ashamed of. It makes you who you are." He held her hand in his and kissed it. She fell asleep in his arms, watching the stars under the moonlight. -------- > IVAN OR ALFRED? I'm determined to do the story tonight.