POV CHANGE

I can't handle this right now. This damn new school with my stupid little brother and all of these annoying people that speak this stupid language! Why couldn't I just stay with Grandpa in Italy...?

"Lovino! I'm back!" Feliciano says in Italian as he enters the room.

"Feli, it's a small room, there is no need to be so damn loud." I mutter, covering my head with a pillow.

"Come on, be happy! We're in America and we can go to school! This is great!" He plops down on his bed, bouncing a bit.

"I'd rather be back home, not in this oversized stupid country."

"It's not that bad. There are a lot of other people new to the country as well, we aren't alone."

"I want to be alone, damn it. Everyone here is too friendly."

"That's not a very normal thing to say, Lovi..." He informs me. "Oh! I almost forgot to tell you! I made a friend and he's coming over at 5 so we can all go to dinner together!"

"I don't want to go to dinner with anyone. Especially if it's one of your new friends."

"Oh, no, I really think you'll like him!" At that moment, there's a knock on the door. "That's him!" He says excitedly, getting off his bed and opening the door. Standing in the doorway is an incredibly cheery looking guy with messy brown hair. His skin is tanned and his eyes are bright green. I immediately decide that he's probably an asshole.

"Hello, Feli! Thanks for letting me join you for dinner." He says, a bright smile on his face. His accent is definitely Spanish.

"You're welcome! We're happy to have you!" He says, switching over to English. He looks over at me. "Right, Lovino?"

I grumble a bit, swearing under my breath.

Feli moves on anyways. "So where do you want to go for dinner? I've only had a few of the American foods here, I would love to try more!"

"Then we can go to the diner on the edge of campus." He suggests. "I was there the other day with a few people I've met; it was very good."

"We'll go there then! Come on, Lovi, we're leaving." He says.

"Quit calling me Lovi... You're not allowed to call me that." I mutter, getting out of bed and slipping my shoes on.

The Spaniard suddenly rushes over to me. "My apologies! I never introduced myself! My name is Antonio." He says, holding his hand out to me.

I just look down at it and back up at him. "Lovino." I mutter. "Are we leaving or not? I'm starting to get hungry."

We make our way down the street on foot, cars zooming past us. I walk a ways behind Feli and Antonio, but I can still hear them talking. At one point, I hear Antonio ask Feli about me.

"I don't think he likes me very much... He seems to hate me already." Antonio says, a slight frown on his face.

"Oh, no, he pretends to hate everyone, it's not just you!" Feli says in his normal quick paced voice. "He doesn't actually hate you. He's just upset that we had to leave our Grandpa behind in Italy."

"That makes sense then..." He says. "I left my grandmother back in Spain. She was sad to see me go but also very excited for my education."

I fold my arms against my chest. What does he understand? Nothing! He doesn't get it at all.

We make it to the diner and sit down at a booth. I plan to sit alone but for some reason, Antonio thinks it's a good idea to sit next to me. I glare at him for a moment but I'm too hungry to argue. I'm assuming Feli saw my glare as he kicks me under the table and gives me the be-nice-or-else look, though it looks like it's coming from a five year old child. I just snort at him; what can he do to me?

We order our food and I sit there quietly, playing with the straw in my glass of water. Antonio and Feli are chatting quickly, both of their voices moving quickly and getting louder to be heard over each other and the rest of the chatter in the restaurant. I'm used to being around loud people, obviously considering I'm Italian, but it's been a long time since then and it definitely wasn't in public. I scoot as far as I can against the wall and look out the window.

There are so many people walking around and it's all just so weird. I've lived on a farm for my entire life and now I'm shoved into a town like this. I've heard this is very small compared to other cities in America, but it's still so… different. They're all either overweight or skinny enough to be skeletons, they seem to have an addiction to coffee and sweets, and they seem to think that their version of English is the only language that exists. A lot of people have treated us like we have mental disorders because of our accents and the fact that we can't speak English that well. I'd like to see them in a country where they have limited knowledge of the language and culture…

I suddenly feel a pair of eyes looking at me. I groan quietly and look to my right and see that Antonio is looking at me. "What do you want?" I ask.

"Why are you so grumpy?" He asks, a hint of a smile still on his face. I think it might be permanently plastered on his face. I may just have to slap that smile of his off.

"I'm not grumpy. I'd just rather not be around you right now."

"Why not? We've only just met; it'd be nice to get to know each other." He smiles brightly. "I came to America hoping I'd make friends."

"That's a pretty shitty thing to hope for." I mutter. "Why don't you focus on something important? Something that's not bothering me."

"Am I bothering you?" He looks hurt. "I'm sorry, I don't mean to bother others… But I really do want to be friends!" He decides determinedly. "I won't give up!"

I groan. "Ugh, shut up already. I've got a headache as it is…" I rest my head on my arms, ending the conversation. I do appreciate that he's talking to me, though… I'm not exactly used to it. But he can't know that. Maybe he'll go away if I'm rude enough to him, but at the same time…

My thoughts are cut off but the waitress setting our food down in front of us. "Grazie, bella." I say by instinct but I then realize what I've said. The waitress at the restaurant back in Italy that we'd always go to was a close family friend and she'd always joke with me. She'd compliment me when she knew it bothered me and I'd do the same to her, just to get on her nerves. We were both similar but we seemed to get along… And now I've fucked up and said that to a random lady.

She doesn't say anything about it but I see her face go red as she walks away. I can hear her giggling with her coworkers as I twirl my spaghetti on my fork. Antonio nudges me with his elbow. "You seem to be quite a flirt around women, no?"

"I'm not." I snap. "It was an accident. I have no interest in that woman."

"It seems that she has an interest in you, though." He grins. "Why don't you take the opportunity? She is very pretty, right?"

"I told you, I'm not interested." I say with force. I shove a bit of spaghetti in my mouth and I'm immediately disappointed. This is nothing like what Grandpa would make back home. This makes me even more pissed about being in America.

I play with the fake noodles for a while until Feli and Antonio finish their own food. Unfortunately, it takes a very long time because they're both talking to each other the whole time. Can't Feli stop making such annoying friends? He seems to attract weird loud people. I can tell that Antonio keeps looking over at me but Feli completely ignores my existence as he usually does. Whenever he finds some new weirdo to talk to I suddenly disappear. Not that I mind, of course! Not having to deal with his talking is nice… sometimes.

The waitress is suddenly next to us again. "Sir, is there something wrong with your food? Can I get you something else?" She asks, a worried look on her face.

I shake my head. "No, I just have no appetite." I say dryly. Hopefully she didn't get the wrong idea from what I said…

"Well, if you change your mind, let me know. Is there anything else I can get you?"

Feli smiles and shakes his head. "No, everything was amazing! Grazie!"

She laughs a bit. "You three don't seem to be from around here. Are you some of the new foreign students at the college?"

Antonio nods. "Yes, we are. I'm from Spain and these two are brothers from Italy."

She shakes her pen between us. "I knew you two were brothers! Are you guys twins? You look so much alike!"

Feli nods excitedly. "We are! He's the older one though!" I just roll my eyes. She didn't need to know that, just stop talking already.

"That's so cool!" Apparently luck is good to me for now because someone from another table calls for her. "Oh, I have to go! Sorry!" She hurries off to the other table, dropping our bill on the table as she does.

Feli picks it up and immediately giggles. "Lovi~ it looks like she left you her number!"

I look at him sharply and snatch the bill away from him. True to what he said, there's a phone number and a small heart drawn on the side of the small piece of paper. I just shake my head, digging through my pocket for my wallet.

"Lovino, what on earth are you doing?" Antonio asks.

"I'm paying so we can get out of here. I'm not going to call her so why hang around?" I pull out some of the American currency I have. I grab a bit more than the bill says plus a tip and shove my wallet back in my pocket. "Let's pay and go."

Antonio looks between me and the waitress running around. "Are you sure you won't call her? It would be polite."

"I don't fucking care about being polite. I told you, I'm not interested!" I say, a bit louder than I want to. After making sure I didn't draw any attention, I shove Antonio a bit to get him to get out of the booth. He quickly stands up and I make my way past him and over to the cashier's counter. I pay quickly without saying anything and leave the restaurant. I hear the door open again as Antonio and Feli follow me, rushing after me.

"Lovi, why are you so angry?" Feli asks, grabbing my arm.

I push him off. "I'm not angry. I just want to go to sleep." I say, rubbing the back of my neck.

"Why have you been so upset? It's been so long since I've seen you actually smile." He says quietly.

"I'm fine, alright? Just leave me alone already!" I say, unconsciously switching back to Italian. I storm away from him, leaving both of them behind me. I make it back to the dorm before they do and I end up slamming the door when I get back. I fall over on my bed and bury my face in my pillow.

God, I'm such an ass. I was rude to Feli and I was rude to the waitress and I was rude to Antonio. Damn, I was rude to Antonio… I didn't mean to be rude, I just couldn't help it. I never mean to be rude, it just kinda happens… I get defensive and can't control my mouth. Grandpa had always told me off for being so rude and mean to others. Now I kinda feel bad about the whole thing… Maybe I should have been nicer to him. I could try a bit harder to be nice… But then Feli makes a big deal out of it. I can't.

I have to just be my normal self. I just have to keep everyone else away.

I sit up and grab the photograph sitting on my desk. It's of Grandpa, Feli, and me out in the tomato field in the middle of summer years and years ago. The sun was bright on our faces and our skin was dirty. I didn't look particularly happy, but I remember exactly that I wouldn't have been anywhere else. I curl up and look down at the photo. I miss Grandpa… He'd always been there for us. He always scolded me for being such a little brat but it was always for the best.

Now I'm here without him and I've completely disregarded everything he's said within the first few days of being in this country. My lip quivers a little bit and my eyes start to burn with tears. Why can't I just listen to him? Am I just that much of an idiot that I can't just listen to my own grandfather? A few tears drop from my eyes and onto the glass of the picture frame. I shake for a moment before hurling the photo against the wall, shattering the glass into tiny shards.

I sit there, eyes wide, for a moment, realizing what I just did. I break down and shove my face back on my pillow. I am so fucking pathetic! That's one of the few things I have of Grandpa and I probably just destroyed it…! Now I'm sitting here crying like an idiot.

"Damn it… Damn it!" I scream into my pillow. For the next few minutes, I desperately try to calm myself down in case Feli comes back into the room. I wipe my eyes and breathe deeply, eventually stopping the crying. I wander over to the bathroom, looking at my red and puffy eyes. I rub them a little bit and splash a little water from the sink on my face. I stand there for a second before hearing a knock on the door.

I move slowly over to the door and open it. In front of me is an American guy, dark blond hair and blue eyes. "Yeah?"

"Hey, I'm in a room down the hall and I heard a loud crash. Everything ok…?" He asks.

"Oh, uh, yeah. Everything is fine." Come on, be nice. Try to be polite, damn it.

He holds out his hand suddenly. "I'm Alfred Jones." He says with a smile. Another damn friendly American… I just have to try.

I shake his hand. "I'm Lovino Vargas. I-I'm here from Italy… With my brother." I stutter a bit but I manage to make it through the words.

"You're eyes are kinda red. Are you sure everything is ok?" He looks behind me a bit and seems to see the shattered glass on the floor. "Did you hurt yourself or something?"

"Oh, it's nothing, I just dropped something." I say, not wanting to say a whole lot. Please get out of here… I can't deal with this right now. Or ever.

"Oh, okay! Well, my roommate thought I should see what was wrong so I'll go back now! Maybe I'll see you around." He smiles.

"Uh, yeah, maybe." I attempt a smile as he walks back down the hall. I shut the door and as soon as I'm isolated from other people again, I drop down next to the shattered frame. I pick the photo out of the bits of glass, cutting my fingers on a bit of glass. I quickly switch the picture into the other hand so the little drops of blood don't get on it. I look between the picture and my bleeding finger. I set the picture down and look at my finger. I grab one of the bigger pieces of glass off of the ground and hold it to the skin of one of my fingers. It slices the skin gently and I wince a bit.

But maybe I deserve it. Maybe the pain is something I should have to deal with for being such an jerk and not listening to Grandpa.

Maybe I deserve to hurt.

I have a whole bunch of ideas right now so get ready for a few new chapters at a time! I figured it was time for a big POV change so I decided to visit the world of the Italy twins! I'll try to be switching POVs as often as I feel is right but obviously the main focus will always be on the precious Iggybrows. I'll be introducing more characters eventually so look forward to that!

Thanks for reading and, as usual, reviews are the best thing ever!