Tick. You stare out the window.
"You shouldn't have gotten involved with them, you dumb bastard. What were you thinking?"
Tock. There's an ant, trying to crawl its way up the white-faded curtains. You crush it.
"Would you stop moping around? This is ridiculous, Antonio."
Tick. All you can see out this damned window is the noble French blue of the sky, the bold English green of the grass.
"Look, I know everything's kinda gone to shit, but at least you aren't dead."
Tock. "Like they are", you can practically feel Lovino silently add.
"…Por fa-fucking-vor, just smile or something, dammit."
Tick. You hum to yourself, suddenly quite interested in the ceiling. You hook a finger under the collar of your shirt. A silver fleur-de-lis, strung on a ribbon of braided scarlet.
"When was the last time you smiled for anyone but them?"
You shut your eyes, block Lovino out.
The silver is starting to rust, the ribbon beginning to fray.
Tock.
A/N: Just so you know, this is an AU in which the nations are humans, and some are genderbended. If you don't like that sort of stuff, sorry? ;u;
God, I'm trying to do perhaps, like, five stories at once; it's actually quite fun.