Random story idea I had while working on Of Cats and Dogs and watching a few Spamano videos on Youtube. Please review and tell me what you think! This is my first time writing in first person for a whole fic instead in one of my author notes. Enjoy!^^

It all started when my stupid little brother brought home that damned box of tomatoes.

I mean don't get me wrong I love the juicy little red fruits but did Feliciano really have to bring home a whole box?!

Ever since our grandfather died last month it's just been Feliciano, Enzio, and I living in a small cottage just outside a busy costal town in Italy. With the three of us working in the town we manage to scrape by and not starve.

But how the hell was Feliciano able to afford a huge wooden crate of tomatoes on his crap salary?!

"Feli where the fuck did you get a crate of tomatoes?!" I demanded when I saw him and Enzio drag the box through the door

"Oh fratello my boss at the restaurant I work at gave it to me! He owes some people money so he paid me in tomatoes! Ve~ isn't it wonderful? Now we won't starve!" the idiot grinned like he had just saved the whole fucking world by getting jipped out of his hard earned paycheck.

"No you dumbass! We need that money! You slave in that stupid kitchen; I break my back down at the docks, and Enzio works for that jackass farmer and his fat bitch of a wife! We barely make enough to survive and you come home with a fucking box of tomatoes?!" I screech at him till Enzio steps between us.

The thing about the three of us is that even though we're all different ages we all look like we could be triplets. We all have olive skin, dark hair, wild curls, and Italian accents.

The only way anyone could tell us a part is that our curls are different, mine starts in the middle of my head and curls to the right, Feli's curl is on his lower left side by his shoulder and curls left, and Enzio's is like mine but if you look at it the stupid thing looks more like a square at the end instead of a curl.

I also have dark rosewood colored hair and hazel eyes, Feli has light auburn hair and gold eyes, and Enzio has plain brown hair and green eyes like our grandfather.

Both Feliciano and Enzio favor our grandfather while I supposedly look like our mother.

None of us remember our mother since she died giving birth to Enzio when I was two and Feliciano was one. Our father wasn't around either since he was killed at sea shortly after mam found out she was having a third child so the three of us were raised by our grandfather till the old shit went and died on us too.

The man wasn't bad but he had a real bad problem of doting on Feliciano and ignoring me and Enzio.

I guess that's about the time I started my cursing habit but that's not the point damn it!

"Grande fratello stop yelling at Feliciano! We can manage just fine on the wages you and I earn this month so please stop yelling!" Enzio ordered leaving me speechless.

I always yell and scream at Feliciano but for some reason I can't do the same thing to Enzio so I normally do whatever the kid tells me to. So later that night I make fresh tomato soup and we all sit down at our crappy table and enjoy a meal together.

Too bad we didn't know that it would be our last together as a family.

What's going to happen to the Vargas brothers?! Stay tuned to find out! ;D