Arisa

Arisa lay back. It's been months.

"I'm sorry..." Romano would say, and she'd come crawling back to him. She believed that angel faced Italian. She remembered walking around her room, trying to shake away the remembrance of his face in her mind, or the scent of his strong cologne.

She held onto him like he was the most important thing ever. She knew she was being stupid and naive. But to her, he was worth everything. She wanted to slap herself for all the times she fell back for him.

She needed to learn to never trust anyone with her heart, well... that is what she believed. She wasn't in a storybook, she wasn't a princess, and Romano wasn't her prince anymore. She wanted a prince to sweep her away to fairyland. The perfect fairytale.

Arisa sighed, tears in her eyes. This wasn't a movie. It was... Romano. A soul that was destined to never find someone unless he changed. To her, he was perfect. She loved him with all her heart. She didn't even understand why on earth did the countries need to have feelings? They weren't really humans... They appeared as one though. That doesn't mean they need to feel like them.

They would have it worse. They would have to live on forever with that pain.

She was a dreamer, being such a small young country. She had so many dreams of Romano taking her away to Italy and living there with him, and having a family. But... that was just dust in the wind.

It was too late for him. His apologies and begs were simply numbing to her... She didn't feel anything anymore. She couldn't... love, sympathize, or... anything. She just... didn't care anymore.

She remembered his eyes so vividly. How his eyebrows arched over his bright gold eyes. She craved them. She loved how they looked so... bright against his olive skin, and how his dark hair made him so... mysterious.

Whenever she saw those eyes. She would melt and agree to anything. She didn't stand a chance against those smoldering orbs. They made her blush so many times, and they made her cry so many times.

She closed her eyes. Recalling that dream she would have. Romano would kiss away all her troubles, and take her away. He'd love her so much, and he'd be that perfect boy she's always wanted.

A happy ending that nver happened.

Finally, tears were leaking from under her closed eyes as she saw his begging face and his cry for her. She wanted him to want her, but... not after what happened. She apologized to him and replied with a no.

Her heart was shattered, her eyes were red, her lips were shut, and she didn't feel a thing. He left without a word and swore he'd find a way to get her back. She... didn't even want to believe anything he said, let alone hear it.

She wanted to be able to dream again, to believe that there was someone out there for her. Someone different. She remembered that day she left. Spain was driving her back, and she saw him sitting down on his porch, his eyes downcast. She watched as he got smaller and smaller on the rearview mirror.

He turned to look at her, and she swore she saw a tear slide down his cheek. He was too late.

She looked down at her hands, her tear drops falling onto them. "I miss you..." she whispered to herself, feeling the tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Oh, it's too late to catch me now..."

Romano

He sighed, looking down. His eye now leaking tears.

Is it me? Or her? He thought, sitting alone in his room. Her pictures still on his cork board. Pictures he would never take down. No matter what happens.

Those words he'd never say... Thoe words she'd never say... they all... came out that day. It put them both to shame, and she found it useless to even play his game.

It was over. It was over... Why was it over? He thought, that same thing replaying in his mind. He sighed and rubbed his face. He couldn't take it back. Even if he wanted to.

He lost himself when they fought. He lost his sense of wrong and right. He couldn't think straight. He only knew to express his anger. He laid back on his bed and frowned.

His head ached for her as he saw her image in his head. Her adorable smiles, her dark brown eyes, and her glowing skin which always seemed to be tanned. He found her so beautiful.

So naturally beautiful. She didn't have fake hair, she wore what she wanted, she didn't have tans. She preferred to be herself. One thing he loved so much about her.

He sighed and laid a pillow over his face, he wanted to get rid of this life he had. It wasn't worth living when she wasn't there to make it brighter. Her smile was enough to keep him going for a week.

He wouldn't stop. He wanted her back. He wanted another chance. He wanted things to be normal again. He wouldn't let himself let her go.

On that day, he fought with her. He said he was falling apart without her, she kept insisting they would never be together ever again. She hurt him so much whenever she said they wouldn't last.

He didn't want to hear it. He fought her again, telling her that they could last forever. That they could love eachother and stay together even with fights.

She had lost her faith in him.

"Unless you let it break you, it's not over..."

Here is the first chapter of the new fic!

It's sad... I know. But... prepare youself. ;)

It'll get happier. I SWEAR! :D

Buuuut, I might not upload so often anymore. And, if you guys have suggestions for what songs I'll do next, please tell me!
I'd be happy to take suggestions from you people. :)

Love, AddictedToMuzic