User blog:Dot27/A story I'm working on

Feliciano is a young, red haired man who lives in Rome, Italy with his older brother, Romano, a brown-haired working aged man. They enjoy life in Rome but  in 1915 when the government declares war on the Austro-Hungarian Empire Feliciano begins to worry about losing their home to war so the brothers decide to leave Italy for America. Was their trip worth it? Read ahead to find out! Feliciano walked around his small house looking for his big brother Romano.

“Romano! Austria is invading Italy! We need to go to America!” he shouted when he finally gave up looking for Romano. Romano shot out from the kitchen,

“I DO NOT want t0 leave this wonderful country Feliciano! It is fine here! I don’t care if Austria is coming! I want to stay here and cook my pasta and tomatoes!”

His younger brother replied whining,

“But Romannnoooooooo”

“No.”

The argument ended there but secretly Feliciano still wanted to leave. If Austria did invade Italy their home would be destroyed and the brothers were quite poor. Even if Romano didn’t agree with Feliciano the younger brother would leave anyway. The next day Feliciano asked again,

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(233,224,201);white-space:pre-wrap;">“Romano we need to go to America. Will you come to America with me?”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(233,224,201);white-space:pre-wrap;">“No. I told you once before I am staying here, in Italy, where we’ve always lived.”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(233,224,201);white-space:pre-wrap;">“But big brother..”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(233,224,201);white-space:pre-wrap;">“I said no!” Romano replied firmly.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(233,224,201);white-space:pre-wrap;">“But Fratello, the Austrians will burn our house down.”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(233,224,201);white-space:pre-wrap;">“You do have a point there kid.” said Romano, his voice was gentle and he had seemed to have calmed down. <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(233,224,201);white-space:pre-wrap;">The next day the brothers began earning the money to go to America. They cooked and sold

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(233,224,201);white-space:pre-wrap;">their homemade pasta in the farmers market. Soon enough they had enough money for one ticket,

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(233,224,201);white-space:pre-wrap;">then two. Romano and Feliciano were set. They bought two tickets and waited for the day when the

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(233,224,201);white-space:pre-wrap;">brothers would board the ship. <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(233,224,201);white-space:pre-wrap;">When Romano got on the boat he instantly felt sick. It smelled, smelled like urine and stomach acid. There were bunk beds almost everywhere 3 or 4 bunks high. He wished he could at least be with his brother the way there. Feliciano followed Romano close behind wincing at the smell,

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(233,224,201);white-space:pre-wrap;">“Eww, what is that!?” he practically screamed.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(233,224,201);white-space:pre-wrap;">“I don’t know.” Romano answered.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(233,224,201);white-space:pre-wrap;">Since steerage class was under the deck there was darkness everywhere. Romano just wanted to go home.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(233,224,201);white-space:pre-wrap;">When the boat started rocking Romano clenched his stomach, “Feliciano… I need a bucket..”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(233,224,201);white-space:pre-wrap;">“Eww gross…” Feliciano winced grabbing him a bucket from the sides of the small room.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(233,224,201);white-space:pre-wrap;">Sure enough Romano got seasick. At dinnertime almost no one ate the mushy potatoes and soggy meat because they were either sick or too afraid to eat it. The first day on the boat was a long day and soon it was time to go to bed. Romano and Feliciano did end up getting a bunk together.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(233,224,201);white-space:pre-wrap;">“Romano?” Feliciano whispered to his brother.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(233,224,201);white-space:pre-wrap;">“What Feliciano?”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(233,224,201);white-space:pre-wrap;">“I love you.”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(233,224,201);white-space:pre-wrap;">“I love you too little brother.” <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(233,224,201);white-space:pre-wrap;">