Admin: This fanfiction will be PruMano. It will later contain adoption and the cutest little girl in all existence. For that reason, viewer discretion is advised. Updates will be slow because of the mere fact I'm kind of lazy. Also, when I have a lack of reviews and follows, I don't post very often. Now, for the disclaimers. Hetalia isn't mine. Story is based off the book/movie The Fault in Our , the idea of the story is from the book/movie. But, it doesn't follow the same plot.
It all started the day Lovino was diagnosed with lung cancer. Lovino remembered it clearly, sitting there three years ago as a doctor explained to him and his boyfriend how it would be incurable, shortening his life. The one thing that hurt him the most though was how his life would never be the same. He was told how it would be like but he never expected it to be like this.
Lovino, over the past three years, had gotten use to living with shortness of breath. He was use to asking his boyfriend to help him more often. He couldn't so some things on his own. Lovino didn't mind though, considering the fact that he still got to sleep next to Gilbert even if he needed that oxygen tank at the side of hi bed and he would occasionally wake up, tanled in the thin tubes that kept the Italian alive. It was amazing how such a small invention was the thing keeping a person between life and death. And he learned that this certain morning.
Lovino was sleeping soundly in the arms of his boyfriend on a Saturday night, his grumpy expression completely gone and replaced with a small smile that Lovino still didn't know he slept with (only because Gilbert never tells him). Gilbert had an arm draped over the Italian's half naked body, keeping him close and sleeping oh so lightly. He'd sometimes wake up at a small sound, thinking it was Lovino. The Prussian had learned over the years that he'd have to be a lighter sleeper, in case something were to happen such as now. Lovino stirred from his sleep and he had a fixed frown replacing that sleeping smile of his. It was a matter of seconds before the tan Italian sat up and gasped for air. He couldn't breathe. After struggling for breathe a moment, Lovino grew scared-no, terrified. Lovino raised his arms to cover his face for a moment, feeling the tears that streaked his cheeks before he leaned forward to shove and push Gilbert around the bed.
Gilbert's eyebrows furrowed at Lovino tried to wake him up, a tired hand moving up to mess with his hair before he opened his eyes. "Mm.. Lovino what is it? What time is it?" He questioned before he looked at the clock. 2:16 am.
The Prussian turned his head to see his Lovino crying so he sat up quickly and moved to wipe his tears away. "Lovi what is it? What's wrong?" He asked, only to get a panicked response from Lovino who was turning and squirming in his arms. After a moment, Lovino had remembered what he did the last time he couldn't breathe. It was a simple sign, something that he knew Gilbert could remember. Lovino closed his eyes tight, bringing a hand over his mouth and nose as he laid back on the bed. The Italian felt light headed, trying to gasp for air despite how his hand covered his mouth and nose.
The Prussian didn't understand, reaching a hand out to rest on Lovino's trembling body. "Lovi? Lovi.." He said, just watching his boyfriend for a moment before his eyes widened. His mind flashed back to the time a few years back where Lovino was struggling for breath. That's when they had told them Lovino wouldn't be able to breathe on his own, thus the thin plastic tubes that went around Lovino's ears. "You can't breathe can you?" Gilbert asked with a concerned, panicked voice only to get a nod in response.
Lovino could hear Gilbert moving around the room, opening a drawer and closing it to get a shirt on probably and quickly running over to Lovino. Gilbert didn't have the time to try and see if it was just Lovi's oxygen tank being low. If it was an emergency he wouldn't be able to get to a hospital in time. Lovino curled up in a ball only to feel Gilbert's arms wrap firmly around his body and pick him up. Lovino opened his eyes only to meet Gilbert's scared, red pair of eyes that shone in the dull light of the bedroom. Everything was a blur for the Italian who was slowly losing his consciousness. He felt Gilbert move the tubes from around his ears and nose. Lovino had reached out to try and take his life source back though it was useless. Gilbert found it useless. What's the point in carrying the extra weight and taking longer when it didn't even do anything.
This is all for the first chapter everyone. I hope you've enjoyed it. Don't forget to leave a review, favorite, and follow the story. This fanfiction follows a roleplay that I am doing, along with added parts. I hope the person I roleplay this with thinks it's okay~