Hello all! I'm starting a summer class and working and my writing has really fallen to the wayside, so I figured doing a daily challenge would make me write more.

Warnings for domestic violence (non-explicit and non-sexual) and dishonoring safewords, but none of this between Romano and Prussia. All human names used.

I told you how long we've got
All the time in the world
I've got a thing for you
You've got a thing for me
Metronomy - A Thing For Me

Lovino had opinions about New York City. Not all of them were bad-in fact, a great many were complementary, or at least not outright insulting. In the three months that he and Feliciano had found the best fake-Italian-claiming-to-be-real-Italian pizza place in the Lower East Side and a vibrant nightlife just a subway ride away. They were both rather small and scrawny to be walking around in Armani suits and Prada shoes but they both exuded such an aura of Dom that no one really tried to mess with them.

Some of Lovino's opinions were on just that. He had seen subs of all genders get harassed on the streets of Italy, and New York, housed in the Land of the Free, was no different. He generally disliked talking to other Doms but he had to step in and defend a sub a few times since their temporary relocation. Feliciano was endlessly annoying every time, praising his bravery and other dumb shit that had Lovino glowing on the inside and furious on the outside.

Said brother was staring out the window of their favorite pizza place, his chin in one hand and a slice of greasy pizza in the other. They hadn't talked much at all since Feliciano invited him out for lunch, each caught in their own thoughts. Feliciano's were probably something stupid like what little trinket he was going to buy his brother while he searched for painting inspiration. Lovino's weren't much better; he found a set of oil paints in a market in Little Italy that he was sure Feli hadn't tried yet and would probably like.

Lovino's cell phone rang, breaking the comfortable silence at their table. He reached into his pocket to pull it out, glanced at the caller ID, and rolled his eyes. "What, Nonno?" he said, not unkindly.

Feliciano glanced over at him disinterestedly. "I know you boys are itching to go home," he began in his 'I'm going to tell you bad news' voice and Lovino sighed. "But I need you to spend a little more time in America with me-"

"It's bad enough you're neglecting the vineyard, but now you're having fun with it?" Lovino hissed, curling his free hand into a fist at his side under the table. "What happened to making the deal and flying our shit back to Italy?"

Roma, that old bastard, just chuckled at his eldest grandson. "You'll make do. Have you seen the pretty subs in America?"

"Call Feliciano next time you want to spout bullshit," Lovino said before abruptly hanging up. He looked over at his brother and pursed his lips. "Nonno wants us in America longer."

Feliciano's blank expression brightened. "Oh, really? I love New York!" Lovino resisted the urge to roll his eyes again. "The subs are so pretty!"

Lovino pulled out his wallet and slapped a $20 bill on the table, standing up. "Let's get out of here before that idiot calls me again." He loved his grandfather dearly, but sometimes the man aggravated him to no end. How was he supposed to inherit the family empire if his free-spirited nonno pissed it away?

"Can we stop for pastries? Merenda without pastries is-"

"Yes, yes, Feli," Lovino grumbled without any real heat. In the middle of spring, the city wasn't cold enough to make him angry and also wasn't hot enough to make him angry, so most of his interactions with Feliciano were favorable. The younger man didn't push his luck, though, just grinning quietly to himself and skipping ahead to the patisserie down the block from the pizza place.

Day 1: Describe your character's relationship with their mother or their father, or both. Was it good? Bad? Were they spoiled rotten, ignored? Do they still get along now, or no?

Obviously a little bit of a redirect.