Shape of my heart
SpainXRomano
(This is based off of the song 'shape of my heart' sung by Miku Hastune)
BEWARE THERE IS SOME SWEARING but hey it's Romano; what do you expect?

~ROMANO'S POV~

I lay my head on my desk and look at the Spainards freaking bella green eyes. I won't admit it but I really want to be his fucking best friend so badly. But I just can't confront that idiot. I feel as if I don't feel something to him soon, I feel as though I'm going to freaking implode or go crazy. I sigh and look away from him and his two friends.

Durning one of those boring classes I decided that I would write him a letter, saying how I felt. I don't want to get freaking turned down. But it's worth a chance right? I write some cliché stuff down on the paper then scribble some pictures like the umbrella love charm that my idiot brother had taught me.

~LATER~
I walk out side and head towards the open classroom window. I fold my stupid cliché note into a paper airplane and angled it perfectly so that it would land on his desk. 'This better fucking work' I thought.

~NEXT DAY~
I walk into class and everyone is fucking staring at me; some were even laughing. I look over at him; I look at his bella green eyes. They're filled with freaking hatred, something that very seldom shows up as one of his emotions. I still feel eyes staring at me as I look at my desk, there's a fimialiar looking paper airplane on it. And I realise that it's the one that I had given him. I feel tears form in my eyes and it takes all of my strength to hold them back. I walk out of the classroom and wish at could die right then and there.

~NIGHT TIME~
Feliciano is still a t that potato bastard's house so I have the house all alone for right now. I might as well get it over with if this stupid tomato bastard doesn't love me... No one will ever fucking love me. I've always been fucking pushed aside all of my life and since my little brother was born he has been getting all of the attention from the adults and everyone else. I just wanted so done to like... Just at least one person.

I grab the knife and point it at my chest. 'No one will even notice that I'm going to be fucking gone.' I say and plunge the knife into my chest.