This is just the prologue, so you may skip this part if you feel like doing so.
Other than that, I hope you enjoy the story.
The real chapters will be longer than this, promise.
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HETALIA
"Stop crying, my Lovi, it's just a scratch" he said in an attempt to reassure me.
Dropping to his knees, he encircled his arms around my waist.
"I-idiot," I coughed, "I'm not crying."
"No," he tightened his hug around me, "of course not."
I buried my face into his chest, doing my best to listen to his heartbeat as my senses became dull. Memories hit me like a ton of lead bricks as my spiraling emotions caused my vision to blur and strength to weaken. I felt my body go numb from the all pain I was trying to endure. What is this unbearable feeling in my chest? I can't stand it.
"Lovino I-" he began, before I interrupted him.
"Bastard, you can't let it end here," I ordered as I looked into his darkened eyes. Swallowing hard, I muttered a phrase I had promised myself I would never say, "Because I love you."
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