Earthquake - Itacest

Pain.
Sharp pain ripped through Lovino’s side and he grabbed it instinctly, flinching.  This, in turn caused him to drop his fork with a loud clatter.  Feliciano looked over at his older brother, and seeing the look of pain on his face rushed over.
“Lovino, what’s wrong?”
Death.  People were dying.  What was happening?
“I don’t know…” Lovino gritted out.  Feliciano hugged his older brother, not knowing what else to do.  Lovino was grateful for the gesture, even if it did nothing to ease his pain.
Eventually though, it stopped.
Feliciano, realizing that his brother was feeling better, went to find out what had happened.  He soon returned, a somber look on his normally cheerful face.
“There was an earthquake in L'Aquila,” Feliciano explained.  Lovino did ask for the death toll.  He could guess quite easily by the feeling of just loss he was experiencing.  He didn’t want to know an exact number.
Feliciano grabbed his older brother’s hand, and tugged slightly on it.
“Let’s go to bed.  It’s almost time anyway.”
Lovino followed him, almost in a zombie-like state.
He could still feel them dying.
Feliciano held on to Lovino as they went to bed, kissing him and whispering about how it would be okay in Italian.
Lovino finally pulled Feliciano into a tight hug and whispered,
“It always hurts, feeling them die…  Damnit…  Please, Feliciano…  Make it stop…”
Feliciano’s lips met his, and Lovino froze, more than surprised.
“Lovino, ti amo, ti amo.” Feliciano whispered, pulling away from the kiss and starting to kiss down Lovino’s neck.
“I… love you too, Feliciano.”
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The next morning Lovino awoke with his arms wrapped firmly around his little brother.  Feliciano was happily asleep, snuggled close.
Lovino managed to squirm away from his brother without waking him, replacing himself with a large pillow.
Lovino snuck downstairs and flipped on the TV quietly.
“… And the number of deaths caused by the L’Aquila earthquake has climbed to 272, with 15 missing people, and 100 in serious condition.  28000 people are homeless…”
“Damnit,” Lovino cussed, sitting down heavily, “Why does this have to be the first thing on the news?  Fucking reporters.”
He flipped the TV off and just sat there for a while, quiet.
“Lovino?”
Feliciano had woken up and was standing in front of Lovino, looking worried.
“Are you okay, Lovino?”
“I’m fine!  Leave me alone for once, damnit!”
Feliciano leaned forward, ignoring his brother, and wiped some tears away from Lovino’s face.
“You’re crying.”
Lovino scowled, and Feliciano smiled, saying,
“Let’s have some pasta for breakfast!”
Maybe, it wouldn’t affect Lovino quite so much next time something like this happened.
Especially if Feliciano was still around.