"Ve~ fratello, how do I look?"

Lovino Vargas looked up from his phone, mouth open to reply in a generic response of "You look fine" only to freeze. Eyes scanned the younger Italian's outfit, trying to find the words to say. After a moment, he merely said two words: "Che cosa?"

Feliciano smiled as he tugged the bottom of his dress down some. The simple light green dress reached just above his knees, his legs covered by white leggings. A pair of Mary Janes were slid over his feet, which crossed nervously as he gave Lovino a sheepish smile.

"U-Um, do you like it?" he asked, honey eyes watching his brother.

"Where the fuck did you get that getup? Lizzie?"

"Ve~ she let me borrow it for my date-"

"Date?! With who?!"

"Its not your business. Look, Lov-"

"Why the hell are you dressed as a girl?!" Lovino stomped up to him, glaring at his now trembling brother. "Who put you up to it?! Dammit, fratello, what d-"

"Sorella." whimpered the smaller of the two.

"Excuse me?"

"C-Call me sorella. Or Daisy."

Lovino stared down at his younger brother, confusion and fury sparking in his eyes. "You. Are. A. Guy!" he snapped, only to flinch as Feliciano roughly pulled himself away from his grasp and dart up to his room. Frozen, Lovino stared at the open door, hearing soft sniffling.

"Fuck..." he swore, heading upstairs after his sibling. He peeked his head into the doorway at the rather colorfully decorated room. Various paintings and drawings lined the walls, a desk littered with sketches and pencils shoved in the corner, flanked by a cabinet holding art supplies. Easels and paint rested in the other corner, and closest to him, a bed draped in green, white, and red that was occupied by a certian Italian. "Hey, I-I'm sorry about that." The eldest reached a hand out, only to watch Feliciano flinch and glare at him.

"Fratello, I-I know I'm a guy. But... Why can't I be just look like a woman tonight? Eliza told me it was okay..." Feliciano whimpered quietly, confused at his brother's reaction downstairs. Elizabeta didn't say this would happen...

"Guys don't dress as girls, Feli. It's just not natural."

"B-But what if a guy liked another guy and tried to dress like a girl for him?"

"Just who exactly would you be dressing like this for?"

A muttered answer escaped his lips, making his cheeks flare up and avert his eyes. Lovino cocked his head curiously. "What was that?"

"...I've already got his attention." Feliciano answered quickly, hiding his face in his legs in embarrassment. Silence reigned over the two until the younger heard the bed creak as Lovino sat in front of him. A hand gently rubbed his leg as he spoke.

"Sorella. Look at me."

Surprised, Feliciano lifted his face, about to speak when a set of lips pressed against his. Eyes closed as he relaxed, enjoying the feeling of warmth as their bodies pressed flush against each other, a hand stroking his side and the other keeping balance. As they parted, the younger panted and looked up at the elder with a pleasantly surprised expression.

"Don't expect this to be an everyday thing, idiota." Lovino warned before smiling and leaning down to kiss his forehead. "But today, you get my undivided attention, Daisy." With those words, he went back to ravishing the adorable Italian beneath him in love.

Recently I came out as a ftm crossdresser-to-be to my lover. Not such a positive reaction. Hence a vent fic. Hopefully being exposed to it eases his mind, but til them, this is HRVixen, out!