[ACTIVE/OPEN]
Characters: Lovino
Location: Outside the mansion, near the woods
Time: Afternoon, around 3pm
Content: One very cranky Italian who really, really doesn't want to be here.
Warnings: Lovino's mouth, possible violence with Lovino fleeing if there's retaliation. Crappy Italian.
He hated it here. He was surrounded by English speaking idiots, who had no idea what good food actually tasted like, and wouldn't if it kicked them in the face. Their pizzas were horrible, and he didn't even want to look at that thing they called pasta. This whole place sucked, in Lovino's opinion. So what if he hadn't gone inside aside from the small time it took to dump his bags. So what if he hadn't talked to anyone. He already knew this place was going to suck.
It wouldn't have been so bad if... if his brother was there. Admittedly Feliciano was annoying, was an attention hog and got it because he was cuter, happier and more talented, but still, Feli was his brother, his twin. Lovino couldn't remember a day that hadn't started with the slightly younger boy jumping on top of him, singing about birds and tree and how the sun was shinning. And now...
Now he was here, in America, miles away from his beloved Italy and begrudgingly liked brother and nonno. Stupid bastards. Lovino scowls at the ground he's sitting on, curling his arms around his legs. No matter what he was going to find a way out of this stupid place.