Rain beat down on the once sunny day. It was cold, and somber. The hard drops of ice-cold rain hit the pavement loudly. The city streets were empty; no one wanted to be out in the freezing cold rain. Everyone else was warm and cuddled up in their cozy homes, not caring about the bleak weather outside. A lone figure stood, right outside the door to a cute looking house nestled between two apartment buildings.
He stood with his head bowed, and if you had paid close attention, you would have seen how defeated he looked, how heartbroken. If you had looked, you would have seen that the water streaming down his face wasn't just rain, but tears. If you had only paid a little closer attention, you would have seen that the quaking of his shoulders was not shivering, it was sobbing. And if you had paid even more attention to the scene, you would have noticed even more. The bouquet of roses that lay discarded at his feet, soaked by rain. The way the door to the house looked like it was about to fall off of its hinges, like it had been slammed shut very forcefully. And, you would have seen the two faces peering out the window at the figure, one face smug and the other regretful.
Lovino felt numb. He stood still even as he was drenched by the rain. He stood there for what felt like years, but could have been days, or hours, or maybe minutes. He wasn't sure. The only part of him that wasn't numb was his chest. It burned and ached, the pain of a broken heart, he realized after some thought. A cold smile slipped onto his face. Now, South Italy wasn't a country centered around war, and Lovino and his brother Feliciano were rather… Well occasionally cowardice. War wasn't something the two of them got into willingly. But Lovino had felt pain before. He had fought before, his country had fought before, and he had felt pain. But this pain, this aching burning Hurt was worse than all of that.
"D-dammit." Lovino muttered through blue lips. Why? Why did this have to happen? I… I thought t-that bastard loved me… Lovino thought, willing the tears from his eyes to stop falling. He had thought… Was it stupid to think for even one minute, that Antonio loved him back? Of course it was, Lovino thought. I'm so stupid. Why would anyone want me? I'm just useless-half of Italy. Not half as good as my little brother. I'm just a loudmouthed annoyance that everyone hates. They just didn't understand, none of them did. Lovino had thought that Antonio had understood… But obviously he was wrong. No one could ever look past his rough act-even though that's all it was, an act. It was a facade he put up. Because… Because he was afraid of getting hurt. All his life, Lovino had been the loud mouthed brat that nobody wanted to have anything to do with. Why would anyone want the loud, angry, useless brother when they could have the nice, happy, talented, adorable brother? No one.
Lovino had thought that maybe Antonio would be the first person to ever see past his facade The first person to love Lovino for who he is the first person to want him, the first person to love him. I didn't just read too much into it did I? Lovino thought. N-no, that bastard really acted like he loved me, and my stupid fratello had thought so too. Feliciano… The thought of his brother brought Lovino out of his numbed state. Feli would be waiting for him at home, probably worried about him too. Thinking only of his brother, not letting his mind wander to Antonio, Lovino began the walk to his house in the rain.