Manolo was sitting on his bed, he had a headache. His mind has been all over the place by doing speeches, ceremonies, and writing tax laws. His brother was out to go help another kingdom in war. Unfortunately, Azazel was with his brother.

He laid there in bed, awaiting for annoying brother. He heard a knock on his door, he groaned and threw his head back. Alejandro came in with his black sweater and pants.

"Hola, brother, you seem peachy.", Alejandro said with an chuckle.

He always knew if his brother was hurt or any negative feelings at all! Alejandro was the one who was cleaver, powerful, and worse of all, he has the nerve to annoy Manolo in any way.

"What is Alejandro?", groaned Manolo.

Alejandro chuckled, "Its seems that you have a headache?"

Manolo turned away from him, he wishes that his brother wasn't always the one that was so aware of him. "And?, does it matter?", Manolo said annoyed.

Alejandro smirked, "To me, it does, but for you.."

As he paused, he sat down on his bed and gave him warm ancient soup.

"It's never matters, because your strong."

Manolo smiled and giggled, he tasted the soup. The fizziness bubbled in his body, yet it healed him up. He smiled and put the soup on his side table. He hugged his brother and whispered into him making Alejandro chuckle.

"I love you, always, brother."

I love you always too, brother."

(Sort.book.ever.as.fuck.)