I don't own Hetalia
Spain was dying. Antonio was dying. Romano couldn't take it. Spain has been sick for months and now the doctor finally said he wouldn't have much time. Spain has been in bed. Not getting up. Not moving. Nothing. Romano has been doing nothing but being my his love's death bed,holding in tears.
Spain was asleep one day while Romano pushed the hair away from Antonio's face.
"I love you,Spain...please don't die...I need you...Antonio..." He whispered. Suddenly Spain awoke in a coughing fit. Romano pulled his hand away from Spain's face.
"Y-you okay?" He asked stupidly. Of course he wasn't okay. Spain started coughing up a little blood,making Romano's face go pale.
"S-si... I-I-I'm still a-alive, right?" Antonio smiled at the Italian. Romano had to hold back the tears again.
"D-Damn it,Spain." He said in despair. "Why? Why...This isn't supposed to happen. You are supposed to me picking tomatoes with me, or be bugging the living daylight out of me by calling me 'cute' nicknames. Not...not..." He couldn't finished. After months of holding back tears, they finally fell.
"I-it's not fair! I-I love you! You can't die!"
Spain looked at him, the happiness in his eyes was almost gone. "L-Lovi... I love you too. B-b-but...I...can't stop it. I-I would do a-a-anything t-to be w-w-with you." He coughed more blood up.
"I-I...you t-think I-I'm so...so s-strong. I-I use to be...N-not anymore...though." He took Lovino's hand with one of his own and his face with his other hand. Romano was shocked to see how cold they were.
"I love you,Lovino." He said,kissing Romano for the last time.
Romano kissed back,and when they pulled away, he whispered, "I love you too,Antonio."
He looked into the green eyes that he seen millions of times, only to see they were empty. No life. No light. No Antonio. Spain has fallen. Romano gasped.
"Antonio...? Spain! Spain! No...No... Wake up! Wake up!" Romano cried hopless prayers,holding Antonio's hand against his own,holding the lifeless body of Spain.
"No...no...no..." Lovino said,blinded by his tears.
That night, Romano didn't move. He just cried into the lifeless body that once belonged to one of the only people he loved.
Nights after nights he didn't talk to anyone. He only went outside for when it was Antonio's funeral. Three weeks after Spain's death, he couldn't take it. He had enough. Romano went to his bathroom one afternoon and got a razor. He couldn't live without Spain,without Antonio, so why live at all?
He put the blade against his throat,tears in his eyes. He quickly wiped them away, and looked at a picture he had of Spain and him that he kept near the sink. Spain had taken a picture of them,and at the last second,turned his head and kissed a shocked Romano's cheek. Romano smiled in what was the first time in months.
"Soon,'Tonio..." he said quitely to himself. "Soon."
And with that, he sliced the razor against his throat, letting the blood poor out. He saw was the photo and then nothing. South Italy has fallen.
Duh,Duh,Daaaaaaa! Hmn... kinda dark,no? Wait for last/next chapter to see what happens next!
