Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia, or the song We Belong Together by Mariah Carey.
I didn't mean it when I said I didn't love you, so
Romano held his face in his hands, the tears having long since seized. The fight he and Spain had echoed throughout his ears, his brain unable to forget that horrifying expression. They'd never had a fight like this before, especially not one with Spain packing up and leaving. Romano, honestly, couldn't remember, forced himself to forget, what the fight was even about.
I should have held on tight
I never should have let you go
He figured his stupid ego had something to do with it. He never kissed Spain unless the latter initiated it, constantly flipped out when the Spaniard touched him, and always stayed his distance when in public with him.
I didn't know nothing
I was stupid
I was foolish
I was lying to myself
Romano always knew he loved Spain, and loved to be touched by him, but he was scared to admit it. He'd always run away from everything that frightened him, so how was this any different?
I could not fathom I would ever be without your love
Never imagined I'd be sitting here beside myself
The Italian pulled his head up and looked around the empty room, his puffy red eyes surveying the damage. A lamp had broken on the floor, a few pictures were barely hanging on the wall, and his shattered heart lay in his chest, never to be put back together.
Cause I didn't know you
Cause I didn't know me
But if I knew everything
I'd never felt
The feeling that I'm feeling now that I don't hear your voice
Or have your touch and kiss your lips cause I don't have a choice
The house was barren. No smell of tomatoes wafting out of the kitchen, no loud Spanish laughter echoed off the walls, nothing. Romano picked himself up slowly and made his way to the room they had shared once. He flopped down in the bed and immersed himself in the sheets, smelling them deeply. They still smelled like him. This was the place they slept together, occasionally cuddling (when Romano didn't feel like fighting it); the place they made love that would never be made again; where Spain had first said that he loved the Italian boy.
Oh, what I wouldn't give to have you lying by my side
Right here
Cause baby
Tears fell out of his eyes once again. He thought he'd rid himself of them all, but it seemed there was a spare batch saved, just in case. He didn't care anymore, though.
When you left I lost a part of me
It's still so hard to believe
Come back, baby
Please, cause
We Belong Together
"I love you," he mumbled aloud, sobbing loudly.
Who else am I gon' lean on when times get rough?
Who's gonna talk to me on the phone till the sun comes up?
Who's gonna take your place, there ain't nobody better
Oh baby, baby
We Belong Together
The sun broke through the curtains, shining off a lone tear that rolled slowly down the Italian's cheek. He opened his eyes slowly, squinting at how suddenly bright it was. Grumbling, he moved to get up when he felt a weight holding him back. He quickly twisted his head around, staring into the face of his sleeping Spaniard. It had all been a dream. His lip quivered and he turned toward the body, snuggling his face into that tanned chest that always smelled so wonderfully.
"Mm," the body happily replied, the strong arms pulling Romano closer.
"I love you, Spain."
The Spaniard opened his eyes and looked down at the boy clinging to him. A soft smile broke out against his lips, and a face nuzzled into the Italian's hair.
"We belong together, Romano."
Author's Notes: Wee~! I hope you enjoyed! I got the idea while dancing around the kitchen with this song in my head. When I thought about the lyrics, I immediately imagined Romano. ^_^ and then I was going to make it really sad, but I'm not good at sad stories, so it ended up really, really fluffy. My stories always have to have happy endings. xD