WARNINGS

Pairings: Spamano, hinted GerIta
Angst/Character Death
Language (Lovi has a beautiful tongue (not a euphemism) )
Human Names Used
They are still Nations, by the way.

A/N: Wow, two new stories in less than a week! I feel like I am on a roll or something. So, I was reading some angsty stuff (I am an emotional masochist, sue me(don't really, please J) ) and this kinda came up as an idea. So, yup! This will probably be about three chapters max. Or something like that. This gives me a chance to work on something other than humor and seriousness. (I am bad at writing Lovi and Antonio fighting, I realized. Just a heads up.) This will end happily, I promise. Anyway, I hope you enjoy!

Antonio's POV, Present Day


I don't know how it started.

"Goddammit, Antonio!"

I don't know who started shouting first. I think it may have been me.

"There you go, swearing at me again!"

I don't even remember why we were fighting to begin with.

"What do you fucking care! I always do, I always have!"

I do know, though, that the next few words out of my mouth, I regret. I always will, too.

"Maybe I don't care anymore!"

I do know how his face crumbled in shock and disbelief.

"W-What? What are you talking about…?"

I still don't know what caused me to say everything.

"Maybe if you were more like your brother, I would care! Maybe if you were more like your brother I would still love you!"

The way his face had contorted in pain. Then, the way he fixed his façade. The mask that hides all of his emotions. The sound of the door as he slammed it behind him.

It still haunts me to this day.


After the Fight, Two Months Prior (Still Antonio's POV)

I just stood there staring at the door. Maybe I should call after him and tell him I didn't mean it…

No, he needs to learn tough love once in a while. I need to be firm…but did I cross the line by bringing in Feliciano?

I really can't think about it now…maybe I should sleep first? Yeah, I'll do that…Just, sleep on it.

Should I call him first? No. No, Antonio. Be strong. You can do this. Talk to him when you wake up, let him cool off. Both of you may say something you will regret.

But, I already said something I can't take back…I still love him, with all of my heart.

I hope he does know that despite my foolish words…

I'm going to call him. I don't want him to do anything stupid.

Lovi wouldn't do that! There's no way! Just call him when you wake up!

I sigh, giving in to my conscience. I collapse on my bed, noticing how cold it felt without my little tomato here before falling into a dreamless sleep.


I am woken up by knocking on my door. I groan, getting out of bed. "I'm coming, I'm coming…."

When I open the door, I see Francis and Gilbert, my best friends, standing in the doorway. Gilbert slaps me on the back. "Go get dressed, Toni! We're going out tonight!"

"Wh-what! Gil, it's only…" I look at the clock. "Five' o clock. How did I manage to sleep the whole day away?" It was probably since Lovi and I were fighting waaaaay early in the morning and it just drained me… "Oh! I gotta call Lovi!" I glance at the two of them. "By the way, why didn't you guys call first?"

Francis laughs. "We did. You never answered."

I run to check the phone. Dead. Of course. Along with my cell phone. I sigh and place both on their chargers. I'll call him later, then…

It doesn't take me long to get ready, and within moments, the Bad Touch Trio is walking into one of the many bars in the city.

After about an hour, Francis's phone starts ringing. "Bonjour~! Ah! Feli! Why are you calling me?...Yes, he's with me…his phone's dead. Uhm…okay?" He hands me the phone. "Feli wants to talk to you for some reason."

I take the phone from Francis. "Hola, Feliciano! What's up?" I ask, hoping that the guy won't yell at me for hurting Lovi. Despite his timid looks, he gets pretty scary when people screw with him brother.

However, my heart stops a beat when I hear his sobbing. "Feli? What's wrong?"

"I-It's Fratello! He-He"

"He what? What did Lovino do?!" I'm trying to ignore the fear in my chest.

"Fratello's in the hospital! He tried to kill himself!" I tune out the rest of what he is saying.

Lovi is in the hospital. Because he tried…killing himself?!

I drop Francis's phone and run to my car, ignoring both of their calls for me to come back.

Only one thing is on my mind. Lovi hurt himself. Because of me.

However, when I get to the hospital, it's already too late. Lovi is dead.

Lovi killed himself. Because I was an idiot. Because I said the wrong thing and didn't immediately call him back and hold him close.

This is all my fault. Feli is sitting on the ground, with Germany soothing him. I want to go over there and tell him I'm sorry, but I can't. I can't face Feliciano. Not after what I did to Lovi.

Not after I pretty much killed him. I gave him the reason, the purpose. I gave him the gun and bullet, and even though I didn't pull the trigger, I still killed him.

I lost my love.

And it is all my fault he died.


A/N: So, that's the first chapter. Only the first. I feel I rambled a bit too much at the end there. I'm hoping to have chapter two up and posted soon, and depending on the feedback I get on this is about how long I make this story.

So tell me what you guys thought of this and such! Bye!