~1~ PruAus

My fingers were cold against his skin as I slowly traced his jawline. His amethyst eyes are fixed on my face, and I can see the question they hold. Why?, they're wondering, and maybe also What? I cannot answer those questions, because I don't know myself. I don't know why I'm doing this, and I don't know what exactly I'm doing. All I know is that my mind is full with thoughts of him, his face, his voice, his gaze. I'm standing only inches from him, so close that I can feel his hot breath. My right hand has taken hold of his left. How I love those hands, the long fingers that can make music, that flies over the keys of the piano. I've always enjoyed listening to him play. Not that he knows that, not that I would have told him.

I bring his hand to my mouth, let my lips kiss the fingertips and the palm before I let go and place my hand on his neck, the other supporting his back. A small part of me is surprised that he hasn't pushed me away yet – he never really gave the impression that he liked me very much. I pull him closer, leaning forward a bit so that our lips meet. He open his mouth, responding to my kiss. His beautiful eyes are closed as he slowly and hesitantly puts his arms around me...

~2~ Spamano

I don't like him, that tomato bastard. He's always trying to hug me, pull my hair or anything else that means body contact. He's always too close to me, way too close for me to feel comfortable. I-It causes strange things to happen to me. My heart starts beating faster and my whole body feels hot. I feel embarrassed when he looks at me. I constantly curse these confused feelings that dwell inside me and I push him away, call him names, purposely show hostility towards him and I avoid him while all I want is to hug him back. I want him to hold me, to care for me. And I want him to love me. But I'm sure he doesn't feel that way about me. I have always been just like a little brother to him, and that is why I'm mean to him. So that he won't notice how much I really love him.

~3~ SuFin

When? When did I stop being so frightened of him? I used to shiver in fear every time he looked at me with those expressionless eyes of his and when he spoke to me I would yelp and jump in surprise, ready to run away as fast as I possibly could. When did that stop? When was I able to chat normally with him? At some point I became more comfortable around him and I could go through the days, weeks and months without being scared, and actually being happy. When did I start smiling at him? When did I suddenly want him to look at me? I think it was when I fell for him.

~4~ Itacest

I was always left behind. In everything. No one even looked twice at me, they were too busy looking at my brother. It was always "Feliciano is so nice, Feliciano is so cute, Feliciano is so good at drawing, Feliciano, Feliciano, Feliciano". Always! And Feliciano laughed and smiled a smile so sweet it was sickening while a slight blush gave his cheeks a pink tint. I'm sure he enjoys it, enjoys seeing his three year older brother be pushed aside, enjoys being the center of everybody's attention while I stand in the shadows. I'm sure he hates me just as much as I hate him. It's obvious, the way he acts with me when we're alone just proves it. He is so disgustingly nice and sweet towards everyone else, but with me he shouts or has a disappointed look on his face, or cries those annoying big tears, probably hoping me to pity him. The worst is that he sometimes succeed, making me hate him and myself even more. Today was one of those days. The useless pity pierced me and I snapped.

"Stop that fucking act of yours!", I shouted at him. "It ain't fooling me! You're always so damn happy with everyone except me! With me you're either angry at me or fucking crying to make me pity you! Well, I'll tell ya', it's not working! These foolish games you're playing are not gonna trick me, and I can't see why you're not just telling me that you hate me instead of trying to make me hate myself for hating the poor, innocent Feliciano!"

My voice cracked on the last words. I breathed heavily and I shook with anger. Then I noticed Felicioano's expression and all of a sudden my anger disappeared. He was still crying, and I guess it now was because of what I had said and somehow I felt bad about that, but he also looked confused.

"Fratello...", He said slowly. "I don't hate you. Not at all. I love you. I always have."

"Wha... What?"

"It is true that I can be angry, or sad, when I am with you. But that's because I feel that I can show my real feeling with you around, feelings that others wouldn't allow me to show them and I wouldn't like to, either. It's only because I like you so much, and I know that you like me too, even if you won't say it."

My eyes were wide in shock. I hadn't been expecting this. I could feel a blush rise on my face as he put his arms around me in a hug, and I know he saw it. I push him away and run to my room, slamming the door shut behind me. The heavy curtains prevented the sunlight to enter the dark room. I slowly sink to the floor, my back against the door, my hand clutched to my chest where my heart beats rapidly.

I'll fucking kill the bastard who said that there's only a thin line between hate and love.

A/N: Ok, four short drabbles, all Hetalia and slash. :D This was basically just a way for me to be able to write all those tiny ideas I had for fanfics but that would have been too short to be worth publishing one by one. I have a few other ideas too but I still haven't decided if I'm gonna write them as drabbles of if I actually can manage to make them longer, so maybe there will be more soon. Either way, I'm gonna leave this as incomplete since it might be useful later on.

While writing these I listened to Emily Bear, a wonderful little composer. :) Please note that these drabbles have absolutely nothing to do with each other, they are completely different stories.

Thanks to all of you that added my last fic to your fav-list, and thanks to Lavender Kisses who gave me my first ever review! Love ya all~

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