Every day it was the same thing, playing second fiddle to my younger brother. Our mother marvelled over every stupid little thing Feliciano did, always ignoring me. He was the star of the show, and I was his supporting cast, sometimes even taking on the role of 'body guard' when my stupid brother got into trouble. Feliciano was good at art and was always complimented on his works. Me? I was good at soccer and arguing. Did anyone congratulate me when I made a goal? Did my good for nothing parents even show up to my fucking tournaments? No.

But that's just how life was for me, Lovino the bastard child. If it wasn't for mother becoming pregnant with me, Feliciano's father wouldn't have found out she was cheating. It's her damn fault for cheating in the first place, but no matter what she just puts the blame on me. Figures.

It isn't easy living with Feliciano, especially now because mother just got a new job that involves her leaving us alone for long periods of time... not that I'm complaining about that part of it. The part I hate is-

"Lovi~!" I groaned and put down the book I was reading as Feliciano came into the room and, loudly, started rambling on about what we were going to eat for dinner. At first I just tuned him out and continued reading my book, but then my ears picked up the word 'potato'. If Feliciano was talking about making potatoes for dinner it could only mean one thing. That potato munching bastard, Ludwig, was coming over for dinner. I slammed my book shut, only realizing too late that I had forgotten to put my bookmark in the page I was on. I made an agitated sound, causing Feli to stop his rambling and give me a startled look.

"Is something wrong fratello?" Asked Feli, both worry and fear laced into his voice. I put my book down on the couch and, wordlessly, stood up and glared at Feli. As usual, Feli didn't cower or flinch under my burning gaze like everyone else did. It wasn't because Feli was brave, hell no, Feli is the biggest coward there is! The only reason he never is affected by my fierce glares is because he's had 16 years to get used to them.

"Did you invite that potato-munching bastard over for dinner again, Feli?" I asked, not even bothering to hide the irritation in my voice.

"Oh come on Lovi! Ludwig is nice! I'm sure if you two took the time to get to know each other, you'd be the best of friends!" I scoffed and rolled my eyes. Yeah, as if that would ever happen. I was about to point out the fact that no force on this entire, shitty planet, could get me to even talk nicely to that potato bastard, when the doorbell rang and Feli happily ran out of the room to go answer it. Why did I have to have this happy idiot as a brother? Why? I asked myself, shaking my head as I slowly made my way into the kitchen.

I smelled the food Feli had made as I entered the kitchen. I grumbled as I stared at the dishes on the table. Looks like we were going to be eating pasta again, only this time there was something new set down beside the pasta... mashed potatoes. Fuck. My. Life.

"Ludwig! Say hi to Lovino! Ve~ tonight is going to be so much fun!" Feliciano entered the kitchen, dragging behind him a tall, serious looking blonde boy.

"Um... hi" he said reluctantly, giving Feliciano an uncomfortable look, probably praying that by some miracle Feli would understand he didn't like being around me. I almost laughed at his pathetic attempt. Feli just continued dragging the potato bastard over to the table, oblivious as ever.

"Ve~ let's eat!" said Feli as he sat down in his seat. "Look Ludwig! I even made you potatoes because I know how much you like them!" he tugged on the potato bastard's shirt and excitedly pointed towards the bowl of potatoes. It took every ounce of self restraint I had just to keep myself from spitting in the potato bowl. After all, the potato bastard was going to be the only one eating them. I glared at the potato bastard as he sat down beside Feli and reached for the potatoes. I loudly grunted and started eating as fast as I could, eager to finish up so I could get away from the patata grande. It didn't take too long, I was finished in only a matter of minutes, taking my plate to the sink as Feliciano babbled about his day to the potato bastard. For a moment I actually felt bad for him, having to put up with my brother, but the feeling was gone as fast as it had come, replaced by a satisfied feeling. I stormed out of the kitchen, going back to the couch to retrieve my book. I grabbed it, and headed straight for the stairs so I could hole up in my room for the rest of the night.

A/N: Next chapter is almost done. It will be longer then this one. Any suggestions?