Chapter One-
"I'm marrying Belgium..." Romano said as his eyes searched Spain's reaction. Nothing changed from his face and Romano frowned.
Spain felt like he was in hell. Falling into the bottomless pit that will comfort him from now on.
Roma...Romano... The two words surged through his head and he held back his tears. instead of being a crybaby in front of the one he loved, he just shook his head and kept s,iling.
"That's great Roma...-Romano..." He said picking up a tomato, only to find himself putting it looked up at the auburn eyes and peeled back into his mind to find that memory...The one that will haunt him forever.
Flashback-
The young Italian sat in a trashed room waiting for a certain Spaniard bastard to get home. Books littered the floor, tomato guts splattered all over the windows, and a chubby Italian eating pizza. "How dare he leave me! That idiota is supposed to take care of me." Just as he said it, light footsteps and the door shutting was heard.
"Roma~I'm home!" He said walking into the room and gasping.
"Don't YOU EVER LEAVE ME!" He cried and ran to him.
"Spain? Answer me!" The angered Romano yelled at the dazed Spaniard.
"Si? What is it?" He said as he searched the room.
"Would you like to come to the wedding? I'm sure the Netherlands won't like your presence...but Belgium said it would be a pleasure to have you there." Spain sat there speechless. Memories littered his head, and he shook his head carefully.
"No... I don't think I will...You know country business can be a pain..." And with that, Romano stood up and nodded.
"Then I'll take my leave...I do hope this hasn't made you upset bastard..." He walked out of the house to leave a depressed Spain sitting there.
Romano knocked on a Frenchman's door. France popped his head out and Prussia followed suite. "Bonjour Romano...What is it that you want?" He opened the door fully and Prussia walked out.
"Go cheer up Spain... I just told him about Belgium..." France nodded and grabbed Prussia's hand.
"Oui... We will... You can go now.. Merci Romano." And after that, they left for Spain's house.
Spain had gotten up off the couch and his knuckles turned red.
Damn.
Fuck.
He wanted to hurt himself badly. Take a razor and release the pain by letting blood drip down his hand. His eyes met a picture of him and Romano and he fell onto his knees.
Why must this happen to me?
I liked them both...
Belgium..
Romano...
With that he got up and grabbed a knife to slice his wrist open. He sighed in relief when a knock was heard.
SHIT.
A/N: Sorry for this being horrid.