Romano sighed and looked at the pen in his hand. This was all he had to do. Sign and all of Italy would be his brother's. And he would be human.
He had to do this.
If Romano would be stuck in that house, listening to all those girls Antonio brought home. However that hadn't happened in a while maybe… no. He couldn't keep hiding his feelings like this for the next couple centuries… he just couldn't do it.
He had to leave and cut all ties with that bastard, Spain once and for all and the only way to do that was to stop being a country. Even then he wouldn't really be gone, but if he just committed suicide then all of Southern Italy would perish as well and he couldn't let that happen. However, he couldn't keep living like this…
Biting his bottom lip to hold in another sigh, he began his signature only to stop and look up when Antonio came in from the tomato field.
"Romano, what are you doing?"
"Nothing," he replied trying to hide the paper, "just drawing."
"Let me see!" Antonio made a grab for the paper leaning a little too close to Romano.
"It's not done yet jackass!" Romano bolted upstairs trying to conceal the blush creeping into his face.
"Loviiiii! Let me seeee!" Antonio whined as he came charging up the stairs after him.
Romano shut the door right in Antonio's face.
"Open the door Lovi." Spain pleaded.
"Fuck you!" was Romano's reply.
He relaxed upon hearing Antonio sulk away.
Now back to business. He thought, only to realize the paper that gave all of Southern Spain to his brother was gone. Oh no! I must have dropped the damn thing running up here!
He opened the door just a little and peeked out.
No Antonio. Good.
Quietly making his way down the stairs he spotted the paper laying face down on the floor and Antonio bending over to pick it up.
"No!" Romano called and scooped up the paper before Spain could reach it.
"Lovi!" Spain got that stupid grin on his face when Romano had come running down the stairs. He then proceeded to engulf him in a bear hug.
"G-get off bastard!" Romano struggled to break Spain's grip and hide the fact that he was red.
"Lovi, I had such a hard day in the fields! Come take a bath with me!"
"No fucking way!"
"Please?"
"I said, No fucking way bastard! Take a bath by yourself!"
"At least sleep with me tonight."
Romano's face deepened a shade of red as he thought about the double meaning of those words and was about to tell Antonio to go fuck off when he caught sight of the huge puppy dog eyes Spain gave him.
"Fine."
"Yay!" Antonio hugged him again.
"Get off bastard!" Romano was about to lose his grip on the paper.
While Antonio went to go fill his bath Romano looked at the now crumpled paper with all the legal blabber and his half finished signature. He grabbed the pen from where he dropped it before and sighed. Closing his eyes he began to finish writing his name.
"Loviiii!" Spain's call came from the bathroom. "Come wash my back!"
"Wash your own back jackass!" Romano looked down at his finished signature.
It was done. All he had to do was give it to Italy.
"Please Lovi!" Antonio called again.
He looked at the paper and tore it up without a moment's hesitation, then threw it into the fireplace and set it on fire.
"Fine!" he called and walked up the stairs.
Maybe Antonio won't love me anytime soon, he thought, but I'll be damned if that means I give up.