Romano could feel it. He felt...less...there everyday. He knew what was happening. And he didn't want to admit it, but soon, he would be gone. As if he vanished. Like he never even existed. He couldn't change it, if he could, he would have a long time ago. He didn't even have the will to move. He could now see through his own hands, and his vision was fading away. He finally accepted it. He stopped walking and turned around, heading towards his home. Not like anyone even noticed him anymore.
Feliciano walked into Romanos house. "Oh Romano." He said in his cute, innocent voice. "Are you ready to-" Feliciano suddenly stopped and tears started to enter his vision. He got down on his knees and picked up an almost invisible object. He looked down and began to cry. It was Romano, almost faded and bloody with a small knife in his chest, clutching a small notebook, cover drenched in the countries blood. Feliciano wrapped his arms around Romanos fading body. He opened the book and, as he read it, he could hear Romanos voice echoing in the background, saying his final words, writing in small print on a bloodied page.
"I don't have much time. I can already feel myself leaving this earth. I will not fade competely. I will leave something for them to remember me by. I will also not let my body die. I will not let this kill me. I will die by my own hands. And, Feliciano, I love you more than you ever knew."
At the bottom of the page, almost obscured by blood, was Romanos curl, with a sentence below it. "Never forget me Feliciano, I will always be part of you."