AN: so this is my first fanfiction. Please excuse my paragraphing, for I am completely inept at the concept of paragraphing.. If you see any glaring mistakes, please point them out to me. Enjoy!

Also.. I don't own hetalia.. Otherwise America and Romano would be together already..

Lovino buried his face into his pillow, a sob escaping his mouth.

The man he was completely and utterly head over heels over just left him. For no reason. He looked around at their shared house, eyes puffy and red. They had bought this house together 2 years ago. It was empty, blank. Exactly how he felt at the moment. Together, they had painted it and filled it with cute memories.

Whenever one of the two traveled, they always brought back a trinket for their other half. In a sudden fit of blind rage, he swept his arm over the shelf holding all of his treasured souvenirs from Alfred. They all crashed to the floor, shattering like his heart had.

Every time he looked up, another thing caught his eye and reminded him of Alfred. He threw pictures at the walls, tore the sheets from the bed, punched at the walls, went through their closet, ripping up all of the American's clothing. Everything he saw brought up a memory that ripped his heart out and stomped on it.

After he had destroyed almost everything in the house, he choked back another sob and went to the only empty room in the house. The one that they were planning to use for a child that they were going to adopt together. He curled up in a blanket in the corner, breathing in the American's scent from the blanket, crying himself to sleep, letting all of his emotions drain from him through the tears that poured down his face. He let all of his dreams for the future, his hopes, his fantasies drip down his cheeks. He was broken. He didn't even think that the man who broke him could fix him.

~Flashback~

"Lovino. We need to talk."

The Italian had been eager to talk. He had amazing news to share with Alfred. "I have something to share too! You can go first though.." He had been planning to tell Alfred that he had finally found a surrogate mother for them.

Alfred took a breath, his expression softening. "Lovino. I-I'm not in love with you any more. I-There's someone else. I guess we were just never compatible.."

Lovino's eyes had widened and he laughed shortly. "Ha ha bastard. That's not funny." And then he realized that his boyfriend- ex-boyfriend wasn't joking.

Tears welled up in his eyes. He wiped at them furiously, screaming at him in English and Italian. He slipped his engagement ring from the American off of his finger, tears pouring from his eyes. "Does this mean nothing to you, you asshole?" he screeched, brandishing the band.

Alfred stared apologetically at him, his lips about to form words. "Save it!" he spat, slapping the American. With a turn of his heel, he began walking away from Alfred. He turned one last time. "Fuck you." he growled, throwing the little golden ring at Alfred. He stalked away, waiting until he reached the safety and privacy of his home before he broke down, sobbing.

He didn't know how many times his fingers brushed the empty-feeling spot where he always wore the ring. That damn bastard even got a ring for him that left a little heart-shaped mark and the letters 'L' and 'A' next to it.

~End of flashback~

Lovino woke the next morning, stiff, uncomfortable, and with a pounding headache. He noticed his ring-less finger and began to panic before he remembered why there was no ring anymore. Silent tears streamed down his face. He had a feeling that it was going to take a while to get over Alfred. If he ever did.