" Ok class " the teacher began." to sum up the relationship between two it can be on any doomed,des-"

Romano drowned out the teachers he didn't need to come up with something this stupid ,love ? the only love in this world would be sighed as he started to doodle little nothings on his a few minutes he scribbled and let his eye wonder around the eyes landed on a certain Spaniard,Antonio.a blush grew on his face and quickly turned away the said teen saw Romano turn and smiled softly at him giving him a small wave.

Romano ,in turn, rolled his eye and mouth to him that he needed to pay attention.
Antonio was about to mouth something back until a ruler came slamming down on Romano's desk.

" ! since you see to think your more important than the class ,why don't you recite your poem tomorrow im front of the class ? " she said .

Romano muttered and 'understood' and the teacher continued her the bell rang for school and everyone ran out of quickly got out of his seat an dashes to is quickly put away his books and closed he did two familiar people came into view,Antonio and that girl from Belgium ..what was her name ? oh ya the two look like they were having a good time...two much of a good time .Romano watched them some more before going home.

'that damn bastard' he thought ' why doesn't he see that i like him '

When Romano came home he mutter a hello to his brother and grandpa and walked up sat on his bed and pulled out his binder to do his sat there for a good hour thinkng of a good " doomed love " poem till finally after another half hour it hit him.

The school bell rang through the halls of Hetalia high and everyone was running to there class afraid of being caught by the hall monitor ,Vash.

" OK Romano ready to recite your poem ?" he teacher asked.

Romano nodded and stood up in front of the class, he looked at Antonio and closed his eyes.
The words flowed through his mouth has if he recited it a hundred times , and who knows maybe he did.

Spain you bastard look what you did.

you ripped my heart out.

stole it.

sold it.

And went on with life.

I was never good enough.

Not like that Belgium girl.

She can make you truly smile.

I cant.

She can cook and clean.

I cant.

She give birth to the children you want.

I cant.

Ill just have to stay by your side

And watch you raised your children.

Grow old with your wife.

And be truly happy.

If you can do that , than i can also be happy.

Even though

Day after day ill be reminded

That i cant have you.

Spain you bastard cant you see.

Ti amo

Hwy everyone , this is a little spamano oneshot that wouldn't leave me alone it was a bit rushed sorry about that but i think it came out good. the poem is ,MINE so if you want to use it for anything ask me FIRST sadly i dont own hetalia and never would be highly appreciated dont be afraid of the button :D its your friend ~