Hallo~ Mia here. Here's a new story for you all. It's a little different then my usual style but I hope you like it. Enjoy~

Disclaimer: If I owned Hetalia, trust me, I wouldn't be writing right now ^^'' I only own my writing .

Warnings: Angsty!Romano? Sorry for OOCness And Human names used.

Writing Styles:

Flashbacks

Thoughts

Emphasize

Normal

"Only after disaster can we be resurrected"

- ?

Romano's POV

"So, Mr. Vargas, tell me why you are here?" Pissy doctor. I leaned back further on the examination bed and sighed.

"Well, it started about 2 weeks after the crash. Which would make that 3 weeks ago…."

"Stupid Antonio, leaving me all alone again! Maybe I should call Abel just to piss him off." Good fucking idea! I took the phone (which was a piece of shit, by the way. Honestly, this shit is ancient.) off the hook and dialed the number. Not with awesome little buttons. Oh no, I stuck my finger into each number hole and rotated it. Almost immediately, a kind female voice appeared.

"This number has been blocked forever for being an asshole. Please hang up and never call him again."

I looked at the phone in my lap mighty confused like a retarded Feli- wait, he's always retarded- like a Feliciano. There we go. I shrugged slowly and hung up. "Well then. Guess that plan is no good. I suppose I should go start dinner or something-"

And then the world started spinning. Around and around and around until it came to a stop and I finally fell to my knees, vomiting out my whole lunch. I cringed away from the disgusting mess and just curled up into a ball. 'I'm such a damn girl….I'm scared to get up…' I looked down to see that my hands were trembling ever so slightly. Looking away, I tucked them under me and just closed my eyes. I could hear a slight ringing in the distant and I rubbed my ears. I rubbed and I rubbed until my ears were red and yet, it still continued. A gentle, smooth ring. I'd try to move my head or my mouth and the ringing would either get softer or louder or even disappear. But it always came back. On and on until my mind finally slipped away.

I guess hours went by because Antonio found me on the floor when he came home. His loud scream wasn't helping my migraine either. I rolled over to glare at him but stopped. His face was all scrunched up as big, fat tears started to roll down his tanned cheeks. 'Dammit….the last thing I wanted to do was make the idiot cr-'

"Mi Lovi!"

UMPH! He literally slammed right into me, well my side but you get the point. His arms were flaring around wildly, trying to grab any piece of me that he could. I leaned my head closer to his and heard him mumbling under his breath….

"-Esta muerto! Mi Lovi esta muerto! (He's dead! My Lovi is dead!)"

…..

IDIOTA! (Idiot!)

I took a hold of his shoulders and stared right into those two emerald orbs. "Antonio, I. Am. NOT. DEAD!"

The look of pure relief was so obvious on his silly face and he….kissed me. Didn't even care about the vomiting. And I loved it. Not that I'd ever tell him that though.

Nope. Never.

"-and that's about it. I played it off so he wouldn't have to worry about me but the most recent attack, he was present so I had to tell him about all the other attacks and the ringing. And he dragged my ass to the doctor's office and here we are."

The stupid doctor just nodded with his stupid French self. Antonio got the brilliant idea of taking me to a piss face French doctor. In France. With Francis in the waiting room. Wrong move. If either Frenchie tries to touch me, I'm kicking him in the balls.

"Well, Mr. Vargas, we'll run some simple tests and auditory exams and we should have the results ready for you by Friday.

"Lovinito, stop biting your pretty nails."

I looked over at my bastard's face, only to find two very worried eyes. I sighed softly, gave one last nibble, and folded them neatly on my lap. I feel like a girl. Again. I could practically feel Antonio's eyes watching me but damn, I've already gotten used to it. This whole week and all the ones following the accident have been the same. I'd wake up to an empty bed with Antonio nowhere to be found. I'd make my breakfast and start my chores and still no sign of him. Hours later, there'd be a knock on my door and it's either the stupid Prussian or the piss face French. And they'd bring Antonio. Drunk and passed out.

And that's how it's been. I'd will myself to take care of him even though I wanted to beat his brains in. I could smell a different perfume on him every time he'd come home and sometimes, I could see the lipstick marks on his neck. But I have no room to criticize his form of coping. He's put up with my attitude all these years….And I'd really really try to take care of him but I'd always have to stop because of an attack. They've started to happen more frequently and yet, he's never noticed. I'd give him the common courtesy to go pass out in the next room so he could sleep. Then, in a few hours, he'd wake up and come running to find me in the vast maze that was his house. Hell, I've even made a game with myself where I'd pick a different room every day and see how long it would take for him to find me.

Yesterday's game was the longest ever. He actually came home with a girl's name written on his face. Of course, I wiped it off but that didn't help much. I could still see it every time I closed my eyes. So I went and hid in the storage room. That's where Antonio kept all his battle trophies. And maybe that's what I was. Just another trophy to add to his collection. I went over to look at them all and maybe I'm just fooling myself but it made the ringing in my ears a little more tolerable. I could hear Antonio running all over the house and I wanted to go and tell him to "shut the fuck up" and that "I was right here" but I couldn't even sit up. It felt like a giant hand just kept squeezing me down, harder and harder. Then the migraine came right after I puked once again and by the time Antonio finally found me, I was already losing consciousness. All I remember after that was the constant ringing. Ring, ring, ring….

"Lovino!"

"WHAT?"

Damn, that came out a little louder than necessary. I looked to see everyone in the damn waiting room looking at me like I was a damn lunatic. Which I defiantly was not. Nope. Only on Thursdays.

I shoved past the dumbfounded nurse and ran all the way to my doctor's office. The bastard was already expecting me. How do I know? He had my results. In a sealed envelope.

In his hands.

"Welcome, Mr. Vargas. While I deeply enjoy your company, I do ask that you please refrain from hurting my staff. Now take a seat while we wait for Mr. Fernandez Carriedo."

I swear to God, I'm going to headbutt him. I felt the urge to smash that stupid grin off his pale-ass face. He needs to hurry the fuck up and give me my damn results. But I can clearly see that he wasn't going to do anything until Antonio arrived. Great. Just F-ing great.

I glared tiny holes into his face as I took my seat. This bastard knew that I hated him. That's why he's doing this. He already knows that I would hide the results from Antonio if I could. I'd hide everything from him if I could to stop him from worrying about me.

"Lovi?"

I turned around to see my bumpkin, obviously out of breath. He must have followed me back here even when I took specific routes to lose him in the halls. Piss-face happily welcomed him inside before taking a seat himself.

Then silence.

Pure, ear-wrenching silence. I could literally hear a pin drop. And it most certainly didn't help that this fucking bastard was just looking at me. Watching my every move. Just like Antonio.

"Oi, bastardo! Take a picture, it'll last longer!"

The man just cleared his throat and leaned back. "Mr. Vargas, Mr. Fernandez Carriedo. Thank you for joining me. I have all the test results right here but first, I must ask: Mr. Vargas, do you want Mr. Fernandez here when I read the results?"

As if I had a fucking choice. Anyway, he's paying the bill. I simply nodded while I thought of brilliant ways on killing this doctor without getting my hands dirty. 'I'll drop a call to the Mafia later on today...'

"Alright, as you wish. After running basically every test and diagnosis possible, we've concluded that you have...-"

"Speak, you bastard!"

"-Ménière's disease."

….

The fuck is that?

"Excuse me, I have what?"

"Ménière's disease. It's a disorder of the inner ear that can affect hearing and balance. It's different for every patient but most suffer from episodes of vertigo, which is the falling, and tinnitus. That's the ringing you keep hearing."

I could tell he was waiting for a reaction but I was still processing everything. So far, it doesn't sound that bad, minus the random falling. But why does his face tell me that he isn't finished? I nodded slowly as I felt Antonio's hand squeeze mine.

"With this disorder, progressive hearing loss is extremely common. You see, this disease most typically begins between the ages of 30 to 60, which is why we weren't sure with your young age, but ultimately, it can begin at any age. It was more likely caused by the head trauma you received given the car accident."

I winced softly and looked down at our joined hands. Antonio was clutching it like a damn life line. But I know why.

He was the one driving. He crashed us. And now, I'm losing my hearing.

Because of him.

The car ride home was dead silent. Me reading the medical papers and him driving. For a guy who was going deaf, there already seems to be enough silence in my life. Antonio was silent when we left the doctor's, talking only to thank the doctor and pay. Then silence.

I sneaked a peek over a him to see his hard set face looking at nothing but the road. "Antonio?" Dammit, the desperation in my voice purely disgusted me. Here I am, a fine-looking, stylish Italian man and I'm constantly acting like a high school girl.

His eyes flickered over to me before offering me his hand. He must have heard my whiny tone as well. I slipped my and into his and sighed. 'This is embarrassing! Just by holding my hand, I've already calmed down.' That, he could also sense. He started rubbing his thumb against my hand, just how I liked it. Then I started to wonder who else has held his hands, just like this. Who else has been in this car, sitting where I'm sitting. The thought made me cringe and as soon as the car stopped, I ran inside. I didn't turn back and completely missed the face of pure guilt he had. We ate dinner in silence that night.

"Lovino?"

I looked up from the dishes over to him as he started to put away the dishes that I handed him. This is the first time we've spoken since we arrived and I had no hurry to ruin that. "Yes?"

"Que pasa, Mi amor? (What's wrong, my love?) You've been avoiding me since we came inside. Did I do something?" I didn't even look up at him. Not because I didn't want to but I didn't want to see those pitiful eyes.

"There's nothing wrong."

If only that were true.

I sighed softly as I felt his arms gently wrapping around my waist. I felt his nose gently nudging my neck before settling in my hair.

"Seguro? (Sure?)"

Here goes nothing.

"These last few days...when you'd come home from the club...you smelled like perfume. Like a woman's scent. I found a fucking name written with lipstick on your cheek. Do you think I'm fucking stupid? Did you think I wouldn't notice? Who the fuck do you think I am?" I was screaming by the end of it but the words just kept coming. All the anger and the betrayal I've felt these last few weeks just exploded out of my mouth. I slapped his hands off of me and turned to face him. "What the hell is going on, huh? Tell me because I really want to know!"

Antonio just gawked at me. I couldn't tell if that was anger or guilt but something was going on there. He looked down for a second before taking a hold of my face. "Mi amor, you're wrong. So so wrong. I would never do that to you. Those nights at the clubs, all I did was-"

I just dropped.

Straight to the floor. No warnings and no feeling. But from one second to another, I was looking way up at Antonio's frightened face. The last thing I heard as my name being yelled.

'One more time, just one more time...call out my name.'

And it all went black.

I hoped you all liked it!

Abel- Netherlands

Just kinda got some inspiration again ^^'' Lovi has quite the potty mouth, ne?

And yes, I specially choose a disease named after a french man on purpose xD

OneShot requests are still open as always~

I may or may not finish this or maybe just leave it as is?

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Adios~

-Mia