Title: Foster

Description: Lovino has lost his home, his fortune, and his grandfather. He is in an orphanage with his brother as his only companion. During this hard time, Lovino finds himself in close quarters with insane kids, insaner parents and the most ridiculous tomato-loving idiot he ever met to hold his hand along the way.

Main characters: S. Italy/Romano, Spain, N. Italy/Veniziano

Rating: T

Warnings: Themes of broken families, illness, injury, and adoption

Pairings: Spamano is not a romantic/sexual pairing in this fanfiction. Side pairings include FrUK, Aushun and Sufin with hints of Gerita

Note: As I mentioned above, this story is not shota lemon or anything like that. It is children having relationships with adults they love (as a FAMILY). Please do not pester me about changing the story so A and B get romantically involved.

Another note: I have taken huge creative liberties whilst writing this story in altering the foster system. I've taken procedures from all different countries and mashed them together and simplified it to make the story flow better. If this offends you in any way I sincerely apologise.


Chapter 1: Intro


"Well here we are."

Lovino entered his new bedroom, trying to stay as calm and collected as possible. The room was full of stale and dusty air that smelt of old socks. In one corner of the room, a double bed stood, next to a little bedside table with a lamp and a hand-held clock. An old, cheap wardrobe stood opposite the bed. And single window revealed a measly view of a small patch of grass, and the fence that surrounded the orphanage. Apart from those few things the room was completely unfurnished. Lovino wrinkled his nose in distaste.

Behind him, there was a smaller boy, who was almost identical to Lovino but for a few things: His hair was a light red-brown colour, whilst Lovino was a dark brunette. He was slightly shorter, looking a few years younger than Lovino. And if you got to know the two brothers, you would discover that they could not be more different in personality.

"Lovi, I don't like it here. I want to leave." The younger child whispered, clutching on to Lovino's hand. Lovino sighed, "Well it's not like we have much of a choice Feliciano. Heck, we're probably lucky not to be out on the streets!"

Feliciano sniveled, edging closer to his brother's side. Lovino sighed; his brother was such a measly wimp! Throughout everything that they had been through, Feliciano was there whining and crying and never shutting up! Voicing more than a few concerns and emotions that Lovino had tried to repress. And whilst Lovino could proudly say that he has not cried through everything they've been through, Feliciano had sobbed through everything! Needless to say, by the end of the day Lovino was more than fed up with him. "What do you want Feli?" He asked, perhaps a little too harshly. Feliciano just clung to Lovino, and whispered, almost to himself-

"I want Grandpa..."

Lovino stopped, and roughly pushed his brother away from him, grief and pain striking him harder than any knife ever could have. "Well you can't have him! He's dead you bastard!" How could Feliciano just go up and ask something like that! He wasn't the only one who was having a hard time. He wasn't the only one suffering. He wasn't the only one who lost his home, fortune and grandfather all in the same day! He-

And then Lovino saw Feliciano's face, and realized what he just said. He watched as Feliciano's eyes got redder and redder, as his bottom lip trembled, as he collapsed to the floor, shrieking and in tears.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck. Now Lovino was in for it. He waited for a nurse, for a caretaker, for some stupid adult to come and scold him, box his ears, and try to comfort his crying baby of a brother (though probably in vain).

But nobody came.

It finally struck Lovino that nobody cared now. Nobody had enough time to care for all the poor little children who lost their families. Here there were at least thirty children with the exact same problem! Children probably cried every day! Nobody would care for Feliciano like he was cared for at their old home. Nobody would treat him like a little prince and idolize his little drawings and songs like he was a child prodigy. He would be treated... Just like Lovino had been for his entire life.

A boiling rage filled Lovino's stomach as he remembered all the times when Feliciano had gotten him in trouble, ratted him out. Of course nobody would believe that Feliciano was playing them, look at how cute he was! But now nobody would care about his cute face or his sweet adorable personality... he could finally say what he wanted to say. Here. Now. Not as a child. But as an adult.

"Feliciano, stop crying, it's not like anybody is going to come and rescue you!" This just made Feliciano cry even louder. Lovino almost smiled, relishing in his chance to vent. "You know what? For my entire life I have been treated like some horrible misfit who will never amount to anything. And now... now you're in the same boat as me! Nobody cares now Feliciano! And you've been thrown into the deep end! At least I know what it's like to be ignored, hated; you don't know anything like that! And Feli, you had better learn quickly because guess what! I won't be able to protect you because we will be SEPERATED!"

Feliciano's screams reached an ear piercing level, when a loud thump on the wall made them both jump out of their skins. "If you don't shut the fuck up, I'll wring your little necks like chickens!" said a voice from behind the wall. Feliciano did shut up. But his tears continued as he curled up on the ground, trying to be as silent as possible.

Lovino watched in his brother cry in shock. He had never seen Feliciano be so quiet while crying. The rage within him quickly died away and was replaced by a strange numbness. His brother's crying felt different to him now. Instead of making him angry, it... sort of made him feel sad. Feliciano was no longer crying for attention, he understood what Lovino had said, and was crying because it honestly scared him... he couldn't stop.

For the first time in his life, Lovino felt regret for his actions. He didn't need an adult to show him how he was in the wrong. He knelt beside Feliciano, and put a hand on his shoulder. He was about to apologize when Feliciano knelt up and tackled him in a hug, clinging to him hard enough that Lovino was winded and had to gasp for breath. To say the least, he was blown away, why was Feliciano hugging him? But before he could question anything else Feliciano whispered in his ear.

"Please don't leave me here..."

"What?!" Lovino cried "Why would you say that? What sort of brother do you think I am that would leave you behind in this hellhole?"

Feliciano's lip quivered a bit, his eyes where wide with confusion at Lovino's constant changes in attitude. "B-but Lovi! You said that I was useless and stupid and that you wanted us to be separated!" He whimpered.

Lovino blushed; he couldn't believe, that after all he had just said, Feliciano was worried about them being separated. If he was in that his place he would never forgive him, at least be angry. But then again, Feliciano was always out of Lovino's grasp of understanding. "Feli, you idiot. I didn't say I wanted to be separated! It's just that siblings are often divided when put in foster careā€¦"

Feliciano breathed, and looked up at his brother in relief. "So you don't want me to leave?" He asked, a smile almost forming on his face.

Lovino thought about it. So many times Feliciano had pissed him off to the point where he wished he would just... vanish! But now his brother was all he had left, and the thought of never seeing him again was threatening to become a reality...

"No, I don't want you to leave..."

Feliciano smiled and hugged his brother once more. When he pulled back, he rubbed his eyes and moaned, "Lovi, my face hurts..."

"That's what you fucking get for crying so much!" Lovino said, and Feliciano smiled. As Lovino got up and turned around though, Feliciano stopped him.

"Lovi?" He asked, his face filled with a seriousness and worry far beyond his usual demeanour "What are we going to do?"

"Well, right now we're going to go to sleep." Lovino said, getting into the bed and mentally cursing the fact that even now, with all that's happened, he still has to share a bed with his brother. Feliciano smiled and hopped under the covers with his Lovino, who turned out the lights and buried himself into the pillow, trying not to notice the horrible scratchy fabric.

"And tomorrow?"

"What?" Lovino asked, confused about what his brother meant.

"What are we going to do tomorrow?"

Lovino stopped, and for a second, a brief second; you could almost see fear in his young eyes. But that second passed, and the usual grumpy glaze returned as he rolled under the sheets.

"We're going to survive."

Next chapter: Lovino is upset when Feliciano wants to spend time with fellow orphan Alfred, rather than him. To compensate, he befriends the wannabe hero's brother, Matthew. To his surprise, Matthew shares many of the fears and concerns as him. And when the time comes for Matthew and Alfred to part ways, possibly forever, how will they cope? Stay tuned!