Alright, since I still haven't gotten 50 reviews for my story. I'll just write random shit until I do.
I don't own Hetalia in any way, shape, or form. So shut the hell up.
I know that this story doesn't make any sense and it might be because it's one in the fucking morning. Also, ignore the odd poem in the beginning and end. I felt like adding it because I was board, got it?
Hm…. Other than that.
Enjoy!
I always knew death would come
That I would be torn away from you
My other half
I always knew you would cry for me
Hold me tight
But please
Can you tell me something nice?
Tell me that I'm strong
Not wimpy
Tell me that I am a good big brother
Please?
Just this once?
He could feel it.
He could feel it crawling under his skin, all over his body. It wrapped its long boney fingers around his heart, tearing and squeezing at the organ. It never left him alone, the tugging feeling in his heart and mind, telling him of the end. The pounding in his head never seized, his heart grew slower and slower as the days passed by. The demon inside of him only laughed at his misery, his pain, his sorrow.
His hands slowly clutched at his chest, over his heart, as the claws sunk in, splashing burning acid into his insides. It ate away at his pink, spongy lungs and eroded his stomach, which wasn't much of anything anymore. His arms trembled, the blood flow having slowly stopped its journey through his veins, soon, his entire body shook.
"Fratello? What's wrong?"
Feliciano's voice somehow made it through his ears, which he was surprised haven't fallen off yet due to all the pounding pressure in his head. His watering brown eyes trailed up to meet his brothers, along with a few other pairs, which all held worry.
"I-I'm fucking fine."
He could talk? But his lungs were burning, all the air being forced out. It was a large surprise that he could talk with so little air filling his lungs, so little air. Air that he should be saving.
Feliciano placed a hand on his brothers shoulder, "L-Lovino, you look pale. Do you want Toni to lay you down somewhere?" He asked.
His brother's voice irritated him. It was so lively, strong- much stronger than his own in that matter. His brother wasted the air, the air that he needed!
A shake of the head.
No talking, save your breath. It might just be your last. He told himself, somehow, he didn't believe that it was his own though. The evil, senile cackle behind it told him that much.
The German talked now. Ludwig. "You obviously aren't well, Lovino. Just let us take you somewhere to rest. We are in a meeting after all; we would all like to finish here."
His voice was so deep, so demanding, so emotionless. So annoying!
The spinning in his head didn't help with his headache, no. It wasn't a headache. It was more than that, wasn't it? Headaches didn't feel like death. Headaches don't feel like someone smashing a buzz saw into your skull repeatedly. Over and over and over again.
His body grew heavier, like someone had added five more layers of thick skin onto his body or, someone had thrown five winter jackets onto him and pushed him into freezing cold water. It became to unbearable, he sunk. Falling into the water, which was really the hard tiled floor.
A voice shouted.
Screaming his name.
"Lovi!"
That was Antonio. He couldn't mess up that bastards cheery voice, it was to unique.
"Fratello!"
His brothers. Poor Feliciano. He was screaming, over and over. His voice growing more chocked as the time passed.
"Lovino…?"
That small voice, one not noticed in the crowd. Matthew. The Canadian probably didn't know what to do, he was most likely panicking, but no one would notice. Oh how he hoped his friend would be noticed.
"Frater…."
Brother…
"Tantopere me paenitet.."
I'm so sorry…
"Non possum esse hic… non amplius."
I cannot be here… not anymore.
"No! Fretello, please! You can't leave me!"
He could feel his eyes water, he could feel the hot tears trickling down his face, onto the floor. Oh how embarrising.
"Paenitet me, non protest. Non cum hoc mundo sunt."
Sorry, I can't. Not when you exist in this world.
"W-what? Fratello… there's always been two of us. How will I manage? How can I live without my Fratello!?"
His brothers yelling was hectic, it made him smile though. At least someone was going to be missing him. At least someone didn't mind him.
"Ibi simper, et erit… Italiae unum."
There has always, and will be…one Italy.
He felt himself grow lighter, it was almost a magical feeling. Like he was flying almost. He could see his hand though, which was out stretched to his side, it was slowly disappearing. Something came to him, he now understood.
He was fading.
After years of thinking that there was something wrong with him, he finally understood.
"Fratello…. Ti amo. Ti amo!"
"Te amo etiam Feliciano…"
I love you too, Feliciano.
Everything grew silent on him. Nothing. He couldn't hear his brothers sobs and whimpers anymore. None of Antonio's cries and pleads to 'stay with him,' passed through his ears. It was just complete silence.
Lovino…
"Nonno?"
I've missed you. Come along now.
"But-"
We have some catching up to do…
Ti amo!
A smile graced his lips and an unknown fluttering feeling flew through his heart as Feliciano's voice continued to echo in his mind.
"Ti amo troppo… Ti amo Troppo!"
I knew that my day would come
That I would die
Fade away
It will happen to all of us
So, until then
I'll see you again
So how was that? Was it a good random story in the middle of the night?
I think it was horrible, but that's up to you to decide.
Also, please, please, please, PLEASE, Vote on my poll. I don't know what to do at the moment and I think you guys should vote. So vote. Right now. While I'm waiting. Seriously, I'm not doing anything at all.
Lovino: But don't you have Field Hockey in the morning?
Shut up, I hate it. Don't remind me.
It was really short to, sorry. This is what happens when I'm bored out of my mind.
So, R and R people. Please.
