Hello my Lovelies. Working on my third story here. I know that the first one is not finished and has been on hold for a while. But I have want to get a couple chapters into this before I continue Envy and Impurity.

I do not own Hetalia or its characters. I merely own the plot.

WARNING: Story contains dark themes. There will be trigger warnings. Specifically thoughts of suicide in this chapter. Please DO NOT read if that bothers you.

Also, this story will come to contain yaoi.

ENJOY~

Olive green eyes stared out of the window before them. Outside was dull and lifeless. There was no sunlight shining through the heavy, gray clouds that filled the sky. At least that is the way he saw the world. He saw nothing in the world that brought true happiness to his mind, his heart nor his soul.

Centuries of living had gotten him nowhere. Though the people around him were shimmering with happiness, he was the opposite. He could not understand what they could be so happy about. What did they have left to live for? How could they smile through all these years?

All around him was a sea of never ending trouble. It was always the same. There were constant economic problems and too many wars fought to even count. He had been pushed around and bullied by those around him. It seemed that no one ever seemed to find it in their hearts to like him.

The red satin curtain ruffled in the gentle breeze. The brunette let out a sigh and closed his eyes. "If only I could be someone like you. . ." he thought to himself. His hair fluttered in the breeze and he took a deep breath. "It would be so simple to just. . ." He opened his eyes and looked at the ground that was three stories below. His face fell into a grimace. "Like that would work for someone like me."

He huffed and closed the window. Staring out the window all day would have been nice. It really would have. Unfortunately he did not have that kind of luxury. He would be home soon and Romano did not think that he could deal with him yet. No, not when he was feeling this down.

Walking over to his closet he pulled out a simple black jacket and pulled it on. Running a hand through his hair he fixed the mess that the wind had caused. He grabbed his house key and decided to walk to the town plaza.

It was very chilly with the way the wind felt harsh and unforgiving against his face. But he did not mind. The feeling did not bother him. It was better than feeling nothing. Like feeling that he was nothing. When in reality he was much more than that.

The plaza was beautiful as always. Despite the cold weather people were still wandering the plaza. Small stands were selling candies and hot beverages. The cafes, restaurants and shops were all busy with happy customers. Couples walked hand in hand as they happily spent an afternoon together.

Sure these people have their fair share of troubles. But those were nothing compared to what he and his fellow nations had to deal with. At least the humans would die one day and be free. They will not to live life on repeat forever while the world continues to hate them.

Romano looked to the center of the plaza to see the most beautiful part of the plaza. It was a fairly large fountain. The water flowed out and around it peacefully. He had always loved the fountain. Ever since it was built it brought him to a peaceful and calm state of mind. That was what brought him out there in the first place. He wanted some peace of mind. To feel at ease for the first time in a long time.

As he reached the fountain he looked up at the still gray sky. A small drop of rain fell from the sky and landed on his face. It was followed by many others like it. As the people around him began to flee to shelter, he stayed out in the rain.

His eyes closed as he let the rain hit his face and soak him to the bone. The weather only seemed to convey his own feelings. He was in South Italy after all. His home. The country was all of him. The city was his heart.

After so long it was hard to tell if his face was covered with rain or with tears. He did not know when he had started to cry. But it was inevitable. Of course he would cry with thoughts such as his. Anyone would.

He fell to his knees in front of the fountain. The emotions inside of him overflowing. As they did the storm seemed to worsen. Thunder roared and lightning struck uncontrollably. He covered his face with his hands as he sobbed. "Why? Why can't I just . . .?"

His tears soon stopped, but the rain never did. For he was still crying on the inside. He probably would remain that way for years to come. At least that is what he came to assume. He looked up at the sky with dull green eyes. They looked void of life.

Standing up slowly he staggered slightly. He looked at the fountain standing before him. Romano reached into his pocket and pulled out a quarter. Holding it in his palm he looked at it with those empty eyes of his. A small, sad and broken smile appeared on his face as he threw in the coin. "Please I want. . ."

As he made his wish, the thunder roared it's loudest. Of course that meant nothing to Romano. He did not even notice the sound. He was too lost in his own tragic mind. Too broken to hear the clapping of destiny. Of fate.

He made his way home slowly. Staggering side to side the whole way there. Not even minding that he was soaked. All that mattered to him was going home to curl up in bed and wait for the day to end. Maybe sleep would save him from the endless nightmare he called life. He could only hope so.

When he returned home he went straight up the stairs to his room. He did not even bother taking off his wet clothes nor his shoes. He just flopped onto the bed and stared off into space. Before he finally drifted to sleep he thought of the wish he had made. If it could come true . . . he would truly be happy.

"I want to be human, like you."

Thank you to anyone who read this to the end. I would really appreciate your reviews. The reviews left on my stories will help me to move forward in my story. So, ideas and support are welcome!