AN: wow! 2 updates in one day! I'm actually planning to make this a multi-chaptered story! Please point out any glaring mistakes, and as always, enjoy!
Still don't own hetalia.. Though, I wish I did..
Alfred walked up to Lovino, a little bit of a blush on his cheeks.
"What do you want, bastard?" he asked crossly.
Alfred bit his lip. "I have something to confess."
"Spit it out."
"I...I think.. I think I'm in love with you!" he shouted, a blush coming onto his face.
Lovino shook his head. No. He had to be teasing him like everyone else. Alfred /couldn't/ like him in the same way that he liked Alfred. It wasn't possible.
He had thought that Alfred was different, that he wouldn't make fun of him like this. That was the reason that he let himself fall for the American in the first place. And boy, did he fall hard.
He turned from Alfred, tears welling up in his eyes and showing through his voice when he said, "No. No. Please don't mock me. I thought you were different." He walked away, letting the tears drip from his eyes. Once he was far enough away to be out of sight to Alfred, but where he could still see Alfred, he watched him.
He watched Alfred's tears fall from his eyes, a sadly beautiful sight. He watched as Alfred turned, punching the wall next to him, muttering, "So stupid.. Should have just kept my mouth shut.. Now he'll never want to talk to me again.."
Lovino sighed. He had really screwed up this time.
Alfred had tears streaming down his cheeks. Maybe the American really /did/ like him.
However, he knew that Alfred didn't easily forgive, so he had to earn his forgiveness.