Name: You Promised
Pairing: Spain x Romano
Rating: T
Warnings: Language, angst and some sad shit.
Summary: Antonio breaks up with Lovino, thinking it was for the best. Of course, he's wrong. Can the regretful Spaniard fix what he broke, or is it too late? Spamano.

(This will be a two-shot)

"Lovino Vargas..." Antonio gulped as he spoke the name of his lover. He had called the Italian to his house, telling him that he needed to say something 'important'

Lovino felt his stomach churn, The look in Antonio's eyes wasn't good. In fact, it looked almost sad. "W-What is it?" He asked, stuttering out of worry.

Antonio took a deep breath. "Look lovi... I didn't want to have to ever do this but..." He paused, stepping closer to the Italian. "I think... I think we should break up."

"Y-You what? B-But..." Lovino was stunned, unable to speak the words that were trying so desperately to escape his mouth. He tried to comprehend what Antonio had said to him. There was no possible way it could be true.

"Its just... I love you, but I feel like all we do is hurt each other..."

Lovino's fists clenched. "Don't say that. Don't ever say that you love me when it was all just a lie."

Antonio reached his hand out to the younger male. "Lovi..."

"You don't have the right to call by that fucking pet name any more." He growled, trying to fight off the tears that threatened to fall out. He pushed the Spaniard's arm away from him.

Antonio's eyes went wide. This wasn't what he had expected at all from Lovino. "Lovino, listen..." He tried to step closer again.

The Italian shook his head and backed away, prepared to make a run for his car if things got too bad. "Stupid... stupid stupid..." he mumbled under his breath, hanging his head down and hiding his face with his hair.

The Spaniard's mouth was agape as he saw a few tears drip down and onto the grass. "Please just-"

Lovino nearly screamed at the top of his lunges as he looked up and met Antonio's eyes. "N-No! You said we'd always be together!... Y-You promised..."

Before Antonio could respond, Lovino had bolted out of the backyard where they stood and ran for his car. Fingers trembling, he took out his car keys and got into his car, starting the engine and sped away from Antonio's house as fast as his car would let him. Now that he was alone, he let all of his tears pour out. "Fucking idiot..." He cried out, his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly.

The tears began to sting, causing the Italian's vision to become blurred. But, he couldn't care less right now. All that mattered was getting as far away from Antonio as possible. He held his head down as he drove, no longer having the strength.

Antonio couldn't contain his emotions any longer. The Spaniard yelled loudly out of self-hatred, kicking over the watering can he had used earlier. Then, he turned his rage out onto his beloved tomato plants, pulling a few of them out before falling to his knees. He felt his own tears drip down his face as he held his face in his hands. "H-How could I do that... I'm a monster...L-Lovi does love me... What was I thinking..." Full of regret, he literally collapsed to the ground in a ball.

And then, Antonio heard something he'd never want to hear; a car slamming on its brakes before crashing.

'Lovino...'

AN: Back in June, I had a vivid dream that played out almost exactly like this story. I'm sorry that this chapter is so short! It's short because my dream ended with the car crash.

What kind of ending should I write? Sad or happy? If you want, I could write both a sad and happy ending.

The next chapter will be out whenever I get ideas and hopefully it won't take too long.

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