AN- despite my profiles lack of stories I am not a new author. I deleted them about 2 years ago and this is my first story since then (also first time I've logged in since). Anyways this is my first Hetalia fic ever, and this chapter's just a preview to see if I should continue it. also the title is subject to change, please comment any ideas you might have.
DISCLAIMER: I do not, never have, and never will own Hetalia. If you try to sue me for this I will re-direct you to this disclaimer.
"Ich liebe dich mein kleiner Italiener" the German said before leaning to kiss the forehead of his small tanned lover. He took the necklace he wore from around his neck and placed it onto the pillow that not even an hour ago had held his own blonde head. The necklace's onyx color looked out of place on the bright yellow of the pillow case.
Was he going to know what it meant? Would he forgive him? Will we see each other ever again? These questions kept playing through his mind over and over, making this whole situation even harder for him. One question that he wished would be the first to go was 'does he know how loved he is?' The German just couldn't let it go; he hadn't told his lover he was going back to Germany. They knew he'd have to go back soon, yet they'd thought that they had the summer yet his elder brother had called him back sooner.
He sighed and stroked his lover's hair once more. "Please understand why I'm giving you my father's necklace." He slid from the bed again and wrote a small note saying good-bye, slicked back his hair and walked from the room, from the house and made his way slowly to the train station that would take him home to Berlin.
Feliciano,
I'm sorry to leave while you were asleep, but somehow it seems a though that would have been harder. I've gone home to Berlin; it's time that I enter into the army anyways. Always remember, I'm sorry.
~Ludwig
Feliciano read the note several hours later when he awoke to an empty bed. The small Italian picked up the necklace; it had never left the man's neck so why did he leave it? Was he trying to make fun of him? Feliciano threw the necklace at the wall. After staring at I's landing place for a few minute he went to pick it up. Tears flowed from his eyes as he did so, 'I guess I was just a toy' he thought throwing himself back onto the bed trying to force himself asleep.
"Oh well, I'll never see him again, will I?" He sighed, and fell back into a restless sleep, small tears still flowing from his eyes.
R&R kudasai? (please)
