Hallo~! I made a new story! Finally! Anyways, I had a friend read it so hopefully all mistakes are taken care of. Um...

YAOI! DON'T LIKE, DON'T READ! And seriously, don't review and tell me how disgusting or wrong it is...because that's really stupid. Besides, I'll just laugh at your flame.

Pairing(s): Russia/Prussia, Prussia/Romano

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I think that's all I was supposed to say...oh! Hope you like it!

He sat, watching as the two he loved with all his heart converse in the other room. He had no idea what to do. Both had summoned him on this day at exactly two o'clock to discuss a matter of great importance. Love. The silverette was terribly nervous for those two were his fiancés. He was engaged to a small, cute brunette with sharp hazel eyes in Italy on his way to visit an old friend of his who happened to be staying in a hotel there. He also was engaged to a tall, wide shouldered blonde with soft, kind, caring purple eyes in Russia where he had a small meeting with his younger brother and his fiancé to discuss possible wedding plans. He was hoping they would never meet each other ever in this world so he could live happily with both. But of course he never gets what he wants. He loved them so much and just couldn't live without either of them. His heart ached for the small Italian and the tall Russian. What was he to do when his heart cried out for both with so much passion?

"Gilbert dear, can you come in here, da?" he squeaked as he was startled from his thoughts by the soft voice of the Russian, Ivan Braginsky. His voice carried with such a sweet melody, it caressed his very soul, filling him with a warmth he's never felt before in his life. It made him so happy and brought a soft smile to his face when he would sing to him in the night as they gazed at the stars above their home. "Al'binos? Are you all right?" he heard that voice beckoning to him, that sweet sweet voice that made him fall in love with the gentle giant. He sighed, hesitantly walking into the room to approach the two males sitting beside each other. He nodded as he sat on the couch opposite of them, heavy with emotional exhaustion.

"Potato bastard…" he heard the small Italian mutter. He looked up at the smaller man who held so much beauty. He was his first husband, Lovino Vargas. He fell in love with this boy the moment he saw him, sitting upon his porch overlooking his tomatoes. He had a soft expression on his face as he looked happily upon the red fruits that were finally ready to be harvested. The boy had moved slowly towards his garden of red fruits but stopped in his tracks as he spotted a small animal stealing from him. Anger swelled in the small man as he ran towards the animal, hoe high in the air. The animal screamed and tried to run but the Italian caught it and whacked it with his gardening tool. He'd never seen someone like that in his life, someone so beautiful, so harsh yet so kind. His heart yearned for the boy but he didn't have a chance, or so he thought. "Oi! Pay attention!" He blinked, pulled once again out of his thoughts. Both men were looking at him, betrayal in their eyes as they looked at him sadly. His heart throbbed in pain as he looked upon both expressions. Ivan looked the most pitiful with tears waiting in his eyes, tears of frustration and hurt wanting to fall slowly down his adorably rounded cheeks. Lovino looked more angry than anything, his mouth lay in a straight grim line as his eyes glared at him with so much hatred. He winced. He never wanted to hurt either of them, but because of his selfishness he had done that and more.

"Al'binos, please, tell us why you would do this…" pain was so evident in the Russian's voice, it just broke his heart. He wanted to hold him close and pet his soft hair, whisper to him that everything was fine and to not worry. But he knew better. He looked to Lovino who just continued to glare at him, but expectantly. He sighed, there was no way out of this and he knew it, but he had hoped that he could get away.

"I…I don't know…I just…"

"Don't give me that 'you don't know' shit!" he winced at the harsh tone. "You DO know! Now just fucking tell us potato bastard!" the Italian's glare intensified, tired of all of this. He sighed, and kept his face blank.

"You know, I never wanted to hurt either of you" he raised a hand to silence the Italian, knowing he would try to interrupt. "but I can't help that I fell in love with both of you. I know what I did is wrong but this feels so right!" he held a hand above his heart. "I just couldn't leave either of you! I just couldn't!" the Italian looked at him in disgust while the Russian looked angry yet oddly pleased.

"So, if I'm correct, you love us both but want to keep both even though it is considered wrong?" the albino nodded, his red eyes pleading for understanding and support. The Russian sighed and tilted his head slightly, anger started to spread to his eyes. "Al'binos, you can not have both. You must choose." The Prussian's eyes widened in horror, his heart stopped at those words.

"B-but Ivan! I-I can't! I jus-"

"You can, and you will bastard!" the Italian slammed his hand down onto a side table that sat next to the chair he sat upon. He winced, his heart breaking at the big decision he now had to make.

"Can…can I talk to each of you separately so I can get things straight?" they both turned to each other, confused then nodded reluctantly. Both stood, waiting for who was to go first.

With that said, he pulled Lovino aside to speak with him first. Gilbert tried his best to keep calm and to word things correctly so as not to set off the fiery Italian. Sadly as the discussion progressed, Lovino got louder and louder and more aggressive towards the albino. Hateful words were thrown between the two, maybe even a few punches as well. All in all, the discussion didn't go very well and soon Gilbert was forced to send Lovino out of the room to call in Ivan.

The discussion between Gilbert and Ivan was more calm yet more frightening. A chill would run down his spine whenever the tall blonde spoke with an odd possessive tone to his sweet voice, making it sound more sickening and twisted. This was getting him no where as they kept going in circles. With a sigh, he sent Ivan out of the room.

What was he to do? He loved them both. He didn't want to lose either of them. Another sigh fell from his lips as he stood to look out of the window set to the left of the couches. It was a cloudy day, the clouds were weeping like his lost soul and conflicted heart. The world felt his pain. He rested a hand upon the cold glass of the window as thoughts and memories raced through his mind. Flashes of his happy memories with each individual, the words they spoke to each other, the kisses they shared, the electric current that raced through his being every time he saw them smile or laugh. It hurt to know that he had to let one go, but who? He thought long and hard on this and soon enough, he came up with his decision.

With a heavy heart he walked out of the room, a ring in hand, to face the two men who changed his life for the better. They both stood out of their chairs, anxiety and worry in their eyes as they watched the albino approach them. One in particular was the most worried, his eyes widening. Gilbert held out the ring and sighed sadly, "I'm sorry but I chose-

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