"Fratello...I think I broke my 2p..." [Broken!Luciano Vargas] -jump in-

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    ✩Broken!Luciano was created with the help of Nums,Nova,and Yumi. Soon we came up with this. A 'creative' piece of work. By the way this Hetalia wise and if you don't have a clue who is Luci,he's Feliciano Vargas' 2p a.k.a North Italy. We also created a new shipping along with it. 2pN.Italy x 1p Romano. :3 Hope you enjoy.✩


    ✩IC-It all started with the tug of a curl and a Italian. The dark Italian had began rambling in Italian about how he hated Taylor Swift's guts for 'stealing' Lovino from him. That was when it was declared that Luciano Vargas was in fact broken. Not a heart break nor a broken limb. He was messed up in the head. Though this wasn't how it actually started. Lets start from the beginning...


    Luciano Vargas woke up on a couch,he had came over to Romano's house,though he had forgotten why exactly but he seemed to shrug it off,just like that. He gave a soft yawn. Feliciano better not annoy me. He thought scratching the back of his head,his curl bouncing as he did so. The 2p then stood on his feet stretching out,his violet eyes glazed with sleepiness. The Vargas' optics soon began scanning the area for any sign of the two brothers. This was his vacation from Flavio,his brother and Lovino's 2p,he didn't care if his brother thought it was so un-fabulous to be staying over but didn't care. Not a bit. ✩

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    the elder of the 'original' vargas brothers was sat in the kitchen, behind the closed door that lead to the living room of his home. he let out a squeak of a yawn and brought up the mug of coffee he held to happily take a sip, knowing that when his brother woke up, his few minutes of a peaceful ad quiet morning would be gone. but it was a routine one gets used to. not likes; just gets used to. 'oh yeah....luciano's here too...' to be honest, right now, lovino couldn't care less about his brother's 1p. he was just better to be around than feliciano or-ugh-flavio.

    Italy was asleep but he woke to a sound somewhere.He opened his eyes and yawned,sitting up to stretch.He jumped off the bed and onto the floor,fixing his pink tanktop and walking out of the room and down the hall.

    ✩✩✩✩✩ ✩IC-Slipping into his black socks and putting his shoes,he began walking towards the kitchen,stepping inside he noticed Lovi. He gave a simple smirk walking over and putting his hands onto the other man's shoulders "Buongiorno,cara." The 2p whispered with his eyes closed. He enjoyed being able to wake up himself without Flavio prodding at his ribs or nose with a pocky stick or a needle for sewing. And if it was a needle then Flavio poked him on the shoulder with it which dearly irritated him. Once,he had even pulled Flavio's curl as a reflex,the next scene wasn't very pretty...Flavio wouldn't stop crying and clung onto him strangely blushing as bright as a tomato pathetically hitting Luciano's chest with his hands calling him a pervert in Italian. Of course,the younger brother apologized and tried to help with Flavio's problem...Of being turned on. Snapping out of his thoughts and coming back to reality,Luciano blinked his eyes once. ✩✩✩✩✩


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    Italy ran into the front room and jumped onto the couch and yelled to who ever was in the house,''Ciao~Good morning!''He saw pookie and he picked the cat up and pet it,''Hai kitty~!''He was energetic as always.He wasnt sure if Lovi or Luci were up yet but he didnt think about it.

    "buongiorno bastardo," lovino grumbled, glaring at the table. and his moment of peace was officially gone...he put his mug down and flicked one of the other italian's hands off his shoulders, "don't touch me." he stood up with a huff under his breath and put the coffee mug on a counter, walking into the front room and half-flopping down onto the armchair he claimed as 'his'. "ciao feli," he mumbled, giving his brother a quick nod of acknowledgement.

    ✩✩✩✩✩ ✩IC-"Touché as usual," The 2p smirked as soon as Romano was out of earshot,he entered the living room giving a nod to his 1p "Ciao," Now that he thought of it,Flavio was more annoying than Feliciano. Just by a few meters that is,Feli held second place as most annoying person to live in Luciano's book. He took a seat on the couch watching his 1p pet the brown cat known as Pookie,the Italian closed his eyes lazily. The name probably suited the normal looking cat anyways as he fell silent. He began to wonder what Flavio and the other 2p's were doing,he began to mumble "Flavio's complaining,Sebastian is drinking,Louis is smoking,Cao is watching ladies twerk,Allen is swearing putting money in the Swear Jar,Oliver is making cupcakes,Lutz is taking a shower or sitting around reading a book with Gillen,and lastly the Russian...I have no clue..." He sighed inwardly opening an eye. ✩✩✩✩✩


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    ✩✩✩✩✩ ✩IC-Luciano looked up and said plainly without any emotion,only a monotone expression "Oh nothin,Feli." He closed his eyes once more trying to restore the peace he was having and trying to push away the image of Flavio complaining and getting a stain on his fabulous clothing then crying about it. How the stain wouldn't come out or anything,then the blond Italian would go and bug the drunken Spaniard,poor Sebastian had no way to repel the annoying and whiney Flavio. Nor did Luciano himself know,all he knew was just agree or protest and everything would eventually work out. ✩✩✩✩✩


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    lovino had only been half-listening to what the other two were saying; his elbow resting on the arm of the chair and his head on his palm. he was staring out of the window absentmindedly, his other hand playing a little with the baggy sleeve of his shirt.

    ✩✩✩✩✩ ✩IC-Deciding to go outside,Luciano opened the door of the house before closing it behind him. He might as well do something instead of sitting around looking at nothing with a blank expression. That's when he detected the football,Luciano went and picked it looking it over curiously after doing that he tossed it into the air,the Italian caught it of course and went out in front of the porch deciding to play a bit of football. ✩✩✩✩✩


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