"Fratello…can we have gelato?"

Flavio looked over at his brother confused look; he had ruined his clothes, gotten extremely injured and all he wanted was some gelato? "Um sure…after we change out of these ruined outfits."

Luciano looked down at his current attire, "I guess they look bad…I think they look better this way but whatever you say."

"You're allowed to have your opinion, and I recognize that. Your opinion is just wrong," his brother said bluntly; crossing his arms with a smug expression. "It's just a shame you had to rip up my clothes I so generously lent you."

Luciano rolled his eyes, "I bet they were out or going out of style and that is why you let me wear them."

Flavio gasped and clutched his hand over his heart in a dramatic shock, "Dearest fratello, it's been the first time in years you let me play dress up with you and you think I would give you something cheap and out of style?" His façade faded quickly as he waved his hand around in the air, "Okay, yes, maybe they were a couple years old, but that's beside the point."

"I feel the love," sarcasm dripped from Luciano's words as he gave his brother a very unamused faces.

"None the less, they're ruined now. Come on, we'll find you something else and throw those rags away," Flavio motioned for the door. The younger sighed and got up from his seat wincing; clutching the chair for support.

From behind the Northern Italian, arms wrapped around him for help in support, "We'll move faster if you're not going furniture to furniture~" Luciano opened his eyes and looked at his brother; eyeing the still open wounds on him.

Luciano gave a small nod, "Then maybe you can heal your own wounds...hm?"

Flavio chose to ignore his brother's concerns, "Leave it. It's fueling my hate fire." His only reaction he got from his brother was a sigh and him shaking his head in mock disappointment.

Flavio grinned and helped his brother on the journey to his closet; Flavio opens the closet with the best of his abilities holding onto his brother and what is reveals is a whole room full of clothes.

"Why," Luciano inquired, "do you need all of these clothes?"

"It's a hobby. Dress of success, and all that," the blond said.

"I thought I has a fratello, not a sorella."

"I take offense. Maybe if you dressed better people would like you more," Flavio scoffed.

"You don't need people to like you to rule over them," Luciano countered.

"Mmm, don't get into Machiavelli, fratellino. Once you bring up a philosophy everything goes down a confusing and fatalistic whirlpool," he waved off his younger brother easily and started to sort through the clothes.

Luciano messaged his temples, "Whatever; just shut up my head hurts and you aren't helping it," he groaned.

Flavio huffs at his brother's rudeness and abandons him at the door frame so he could look through the clothing better. Luciano watched him and scanned all the clothes. "How much clothing do you have?" he wondered aloud.

Flavio looked at him and starts to softly count each article of clothing; hearing his brother groan in annoyance he started to count louder.

"It was a rhetorical question; don't actually count!"

A satisfied smirk spread across the blonde's face as he grabbed a shirt and held it in his brother's general direction before hanging it up with an annoyed sigh. "Fratellino, you are so hard to find good color's for…I think it's the hair color," he tapped his chin, "You know what you should do?"

"What?" came the reluctant response.

With a dramatic hair flip; Flavio grinned, "Well, obviously you weren't blessed with naturally angelic blond locks, such as I, but you can still dye it a pleasant color~"

"My hair is fine."

"Hon…your hair is burgundy," Flavio pouted at the blunt response.

The headache and the constant bickering and rants from his brother were starting to get to the younger Italian; he glared at his brother, "It's fine. Why do you always want to change something about me?" He kept the eye contact with his brother as his glare intensified, "I think I'm fine, Lutz thinks I'm fine, Kuro thinks I'm okay. Why can't you?"

"There's always something you can change to better your position," he pointed out.

Luciano sighed in defeat, "Just give me a black shirt and some jeans…you at least have those?" With a nod the clothing was thrown at him which he easily caught. Luciano changed with some difficulty and was quickly dragged off by his older brother. He was pushed into the couch and Flavio stood over him.

"Well, then, fratellino, I'm going to get dressed and clean my neck you so graciously decided to- attempt to- slit. I shall be back," and with that Flavio swept out of the room with so much grace he could be a ballerina.

Luciano huffs and looks at the ruined living room with a sigh a small smile appearing. He looks around and starts fiddling around with his cell phone. A few minutes later Flavio creeps up behind him, "TellAlISaidHi~"

Luciano jumped in surprise; and embarrassed blush spread over his face, "Who says I was talking to that idiota?"

Flavio just sits and laughs and pokes his brother's cheek until it gets swatted away and Luciano put his phone back into his pocket.

"So…gelato then?" He eyes his brother with that smile and chuckles when he sees the phone go back into the pocket, "Don't be ashamed, Fratello~" With that comment his scoots away from his younger brother.

"Ashamed of what?" Luciano glared but his face was mixed in confusion, "Flavio…really what do I have that I seem to be ashamed of?"

Confusion lit up Flavio's face, "You... aren't seeing Al? There's... nothing going on?" They stared at each other as question silently bounced between them.

"You thought… No...why would I like that, Idiota? I bombed him because he was testing my patience. You really thought me and him were..., "He gives him a disgusted face, "That is so gross...besides I already have my eye on..." he breaks off where he was going and his face shines as red as a tomato.

An evil grin spreads across Flavio's face and he steps closer to his brother, "…Lutz~" He giggled.

"N-no...we are just allies...I c-could never...he's so...and me and him...never...it would never work...," the blushing got worse as well as the stutter but Flavio didn't seem to pick up on the signs as he kept listing names.

"Kuro? Matt? Klaud? Cut me off any time, fratellino."

The embarrassment died down as more names were listed, "I don't like any of them. Kuro has no respect for anyone. Matt...he is...fine I guess but is dedicated to the Allies and his family. Klaud...no...Never. So will you PLEASE stop it?"

Flavio crosses his arms and nods, "…its Oliver isn't it?"

"FLAVIO!"

"Alright, alright…I'm done…" Flavio smiled holding his hands up in a small gesture of surrender, "ButIt'sTotallyLutzDon'tEvenLieToMeFratellino~"

Luciano groans in annoyance and buries his face in his hands, "I don't like that German, How could I ever love someone so...so...Lutz. Besides...I don't need a relationship..."

Flavio walks over and sits down next to him; hugging him close, "I know, I know… So is he dating someone or in the closet or are YOU ooooorrrr..." Flavio begins to pet his brother's head trying to get him to come out.

"I don't like him...I don't..."

"Mmhmm, mmhmm. Of course, honey."

"…stop touching me."

"Nope~"

"Why not?"

"Because…you're in love~" Flavio grins still petting his brother

"I am not in love! I will not do it again!" With a swift motion Luciano grabs his brother's arm and twists it enough to cause pain.

"Okay, okay you've made your point….so still want the gelato?" He cringes and examines his arm that his brother so graciously released before deciding glaring at his ceiling would be better.

"I still want it."