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...that point in history...where many were right... but no one would listen...
The Italy brothers: a summary
Anything for my little bro- trans!Italy oneshot.
Feliciano sighed at his shirtless reflection that stared back at him, through the hazy steam of the bathroom with a relentless gaze. His eyes trailed over his chest, he attempted to ignore the breasts that insisted on existing no matter how many times he had tried to bargain with them to go away. How many times had he been alone in his room talking to the lumps of fat "...if you leave, I'm sure you will find someone who wants you... I know I don't... you're just lumps of fat... maybe if I exercise more..."
Sighing to himself he quickly pulled on his clothes, he didn't have a binder so he settled for a sports bra and baggy clothes to hide the parts of his body that taunted him.
He was lucky, he knew that; is grandfather, even though he couldn't wrap his head around it and still insisted that his granddaughter was pretty, he let him wear whatever he wanted, not yelling at him for
'Dressing like a boy' that he knew happened to many people like him.
His brother, well, to be honest Feliciano wan't sure how his brother, Lovino, was handling it, when Feli came our of the closet as Feli, his brother had plans to stay at a friends house ( although Feli wasn't sure if it had really been pre-planned) and they hadn't spoken since.
Their family had moved during the summer brake to a new town, 'a new beginning' his grandfather had called it as they unpacked the last of their belongings. Lovino had surprisingly made friends easily, a boy named Antonio who lived a few houses up the road had practically insisted that they become friends, and while Lovino pretended to hate him, they all knew that he cherished his friend, after all he was where he had run to when his sorella had told him he was really his fratello.
Giving one last glance at his reflection, Feli exited the bathroom and tried to calm his breathing as he walked down the stairs to the kitchen that he knew his brother was eating his breakfast. He loved his brother, and the thought that his brother may now hate him was a cause for great disquiet.
When he stepped into the kitchen his brother Lovino looked up from his slice of toast and rolled his eyes, "tch, honestly your starting our new school dressed like that?" He asked in Italian ,tone slightly condescending.
"I-um-uh-"
"Come on, no way my brother is gonna be caught looking like he just woke up." He scolded taking Feli by the arm, dragging him upstairs.
"'Brother'" Feli parroted his brother's words, enjoying the feeling of the word being used to decribe him.
"That's what I said now isn't it? Idiot." Feli still in shock and almost didn't catch himself as Lovino threw him into his room closing the door. "I thought you'd try to dress like a idiot so I pulled out an outfit for you when you were in the shower!" a muffled explanation called from behind the door.
Rolling his eyes Feli turned to look at the layout on his bed, but what he saw at he top of the pile of clothing caused tears to prick at his eyes, if clothing could have a facial expression this article would have a small smug smile on its lips, eye brows raised as if to say 'yo, I hear you wanna talk to me?'Sitting there on the bed like it had always lived there, was a black GC2B tank binder.
Undressing quicker than he though possible Feli pulled the binder over his head, after much struggling, effort, and the acceptance that he may just be stuck with his arms in a awkward position and a piece of fabric around his head forever, Feli had successfully put it on.
He then quickly dressed in whatever Lovino had pulled out for him, not really registering what he was putting on. Unable to wipe the smile from his face Feli ran over to the mirror that he hung up behind his wardrobe door.
His grin only grew as he studied himself in the mirror, he had to admit Lovino knew how to put an outfit together, it was simple enough, fades blue jeans, a black long-sleeved top with the words 'we are the weirdo's mister' printed in a large white font, and some weird sleeveless jacket.
But what was most noticeable for Feli was his breasts, well lack of. Tears began to spring from his eyes again as he stared at his reflection, and for once it didn't stare back in disapproval but instead smiled warmly at him.
"Yes you look good Feli now lets go! You took fucking ages!" Lovino's muffled complaining called from outside the door.
Quickly wiping his eyes on his sleeves, Feli chuckled and ran out of the room, knocking over Lovino who had been leaning against the door.
"chigi~" Lovino growled as he hit the floor, 'chigi' was his attempt to not swear so much ( it had become a problem with trying to get a job). "Seriously Feli?!" he growled rubbing his shoulder.
Feliciano only chucked and held his hand out for Lovino, Instead of just letting him simply, stand Feliciano pulled Lovino for a hug, which after minimal struggling he accepted smiling to himself as Feli whispered in his ear "thankyou" to which the elder brother replied,
"Anything for my little bro... if you repeat that to anyone I will punch you."
So I’ve started a oneshot book on wattpad... so if you liked this check out the book maybe?
https://www.wattpad.com/myworks/56834576-hetalia-one-shots-requests-open-
ROME IS FALLING... AGAIN19th October, 2013
Lancia Beta Spider @ Berkley Marina Meet
taken by me (TJCurrie Films)
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i regret not taking the time to watch hitalia before. i sense that this will now be a big part of my life.
