Being around Lovino as a child wasn't ever going to end good. The amount of swearing he did in both Italian and English.
But he didn't stop because he didn't know that you were picking it all up. He just thought you wouldn't understand but Lovino had forgotten that you were his sister and that your native language was also Italian.
So he was in for a shock at dinner tonight.
//Timeskip brought by Feli's pasta//
You were waiting for your other brother, Feli, to dish up dinner. Your stomach was rumbling so loud, you were sure everyone in Italy could hear it.
"Hurry up, fratello! I'm fucking starving!"
Lovino's eyes bulged as he choked on his spit at what you said and Feli managed to drop your plate of pasta, startled.
"What did you just say, [y/n]?" Lovino asked, slowly as if he was in a trance.
"What do you mean?" You asked puzzled at the way these two acted when you spoke.
"Repeat what you said again."
"'Hurry up, fratello! I'm fucking starving!' Is what I said, why'd you ask me to repeat it?"
"You can't say those words, sorellina! They're bad words! Where'd you learn them?" Feli exclaimed, freaking out.
"Why can't I say those words? Lovino says them all the time!" You whined, pouting before crossing your arms over your small frame.
Feliciano turned to Lovino, "Fratello, your a bad influence on her!".
"Huh?! It's not my fault! Don't fucking blame me!" Lovino exclaimed, his face red with anger as he stood up from the chair, going to face to face with your other brother as he began his protest.
You sighed, as you stood up and made your way to the pair, "I'm going to sit in the living room because you bastardi are being too loud, so call me when you've finished and ready to eat!".
Their heads turned to watch you walk away after hearing you cuss for the second time that evening.
'Maybe I am a bad influence...' Lovino thought as he sweat dropped.