Okay so this takes a little place before the Unification day on March 17.
I wrote this on a whim because I couldn't get this sad story out of my head so I wrote it down. If people like this story a lot, I will go in depth in it. Otherwise, it'll stay a one shot.
EDIT: I am continuing~
I personally like the idea of Romano and Philippines paired up. That's just me though. . I really loved working on this and thought it was sweet and sad at the same time. So yeah...Enjoy, desu yo!~
Final Goodbye
Romano woke up stretching his arms upwards. His final moment in Spain's home was finally here and he wasn't really that excited as he thought this was supposed to be. True, he was finally going to be out of this house for good. He no longer had to look at the Bastard Spain anymore, even if he would sorta, kinda, not so much miss him. But he would be separated from his first crush Belgium, though she promised to keep in touch with him. Thinking the reason was because he and Philippines got into a fight on the day he said he was going back to his home in Italy, he really was a little annoyed. What was her problem? She doesn't have to see me anymore, so why'd she get have to get so upset? He growled under his breath and began to clothe himself, starting with his boxers.
Looking to his side, he saw that terrible looking teddy bear and some of his memories, both good and bad, came back to him. He remembered that even though she was absolutely terrible with handicraft, she had given it to him for Christmas, despite thinking she was just gonna get bad comments from him. But he actually found it rather…heartwarming that she would do that for him, despite all their frequent arguments. Even so, it was all over now. She wasn't speaking with him anymore and attempted to throw it into the trashcan before hesitating once more. He may not have hated her, but he didn't like her either. He had no problem throwing away the other things she had given to him, granted that some was either trash that she picked up and asked him to throw away or flowers that had wilted away when he had received them. So why was he hesitating? After staying in that position, his hand over the trashcan, looking as if he was going to throw it out, he slowly lowered his hand. Lying back down on his bed, he held the teddy bear in one hand and placed his hand. Why'd he'd have to finally figure out it all now, when he was about to leave. He felt like he was about to cry and normally would have, but he didn't because that awkward looking teddy bear was staring straight at him.
Instead, he placed it into his suitcase, wrapping it comfortably into one of his shirts. His face turned red as he shut it for the last time and finished dressing up into his suit. Taking one last look at his now empty room, he proceeded to the outside of his room, suddenly tripping clumsily over something. When he gathered himself, he was about to shout out before realizing what it was that he tripped over. It was a medium-sized box, looking rather bent in a way, wrapped up in his flag's colors, white as the wrapping paper tied with red and green ribbons. Next to the box was the person he most likely wouldn't want to see at all, only this time for a strong and different reason. Amihan Bagaoisan, Lady Philippines herself, had been next to the door this entire time it seemed. He sat on the ground in disbelief and shock. To be honest he was feeling a mixture of all sorts of emotions, yet one had dominated through on top of everything else. "I'm so sorry…" she had whispered out loud. He looked carefully at her face and saw a tear escape her eyes. They seemed to be open, but they were rather dead.
Did she stay out here all night?
He sat down next to her, not really knowing what to say. At first he was going to say something snarky, but he didn't want to be remembered in such a way. Thinking carefully at this situation he seemed to be in, he concluded that maybe it was his chance to get these unwanted cold yet warm feelings off his chest already. Taking a deep breath, he began to speak all his emotions. Everything from the way he felt from the beginning to the way they had grown out and became this. "We never really got along much, did we?" he asked. He looked down smiling. "From the very first time we met, we never got along. Never before was I rejected with such a passion. First time I was ever stabbed with a quill and first time ever in general that I never treated a lady the same way I treat a man." He added softly. Romano then got up and sat next to her on the bed. "Even so…I can honestly say even though we were always arguing … I had always had a great time with you. I mean, after a while of getting to know you." He felt his face rising up with heat as he spoke. He should stop…But he'll regret it later if he didn't let it all out. Romano was thinking this is seriously his last chance to say it. Placing his head on his knee caps, he whispered it out softly.
He knew it wasn't loud enough, but because of the way he always was, he couldn't just come out and say it. So he did something else, something completely different, possibly out of character from the way he had always acted with the Filipino girl. Turning her head towards his, he leaned forward and gently placed his lips on top of hers. He never imagined how soft they were and how sweet they tasted. She seemed to have kissed him back, even in just the tiniest manner. Sliding his tongue slowly against lips, he went a little deeper, more passionately before stopping and pulling away, his eyes showing the tears he was desperately trying to hide. "I love you so much. And it makes me so…" he began to say. But didn't know exactly what words he should use. It was so painful to try and tell her. "I just feel really dumb that … It took me this long to realize it … I hate that it took me this long to know I don't want to be apart from you …" Romano wiped his tears away softly and smiled at her once more. "But…Do you want to know what I hate the most about this?" he asked.
"I hate that I'm telling you this, even knowing you won't remember any of it…Because you stayed up for too long and fell asleep as I woke up." Romano knew that from the moment she apologized. Still, he can never really say he didn't tell her or never admitted it. Even though she wouldn't really know for sure how he felt, he can let go, even just by a little. He picked himself up and opened the present box, revealing a small carefully bejeweled sampaguita. He knew it was her favorite necklace and put it on, hiding it beneath his shirt. He kneeled down in front of the sleeping Filipino, his eyes filled with joy and sadness. "...Ti amo, mi amore..." he whispered into her ear softly. Leaning in for one last kiss, he got up and walked down the halls and to his future.