Hetalia is owned by Hidekaz Himaruya, this fanfiction is owned by me

Inspiration for this one came from Wicked. More specifically from the song "I'm Not That Girl". Enjoy

A ribbon of sunlight poking through the gap in the curtains illuminated a dark room, littered with empty wine bottles and dirty clothes. The place reeked of sweat, old food and cheap air freshener; its sole inhabitant, Lovino Vargas, though he no longer had any fucks to give about how his place looked, at least had tried to mask the stench of the room, which had only just started bothering him.

Sighing deeply, he poured himself a glass of wine, before downing it quickly. So began the only activity he'd had the motivation to do for the last few weeks; buy a crate of wine and get shitfaced, hoping to silence his stupid sorrows with booze...and forget about Antonio, that fucking tomato bastard who he hated with every fibre of his being.

Hah. How stupid he was to think he could ever hate Antonio. Nobody could. Antonio was one of those guys. The kind that everyone wanted to be friends with, he was sweet and friendly and outgoing, and he had such a graceful, dancer-like figure, and gentle green eyes, and chestnut hair that always looked slightly-tousled...

When am I going to forget him?! Lovino screamed in his head, resisting the urge to smash the glass he held. Of course he had to go and fall in love with the bastard...It was all Antonio's fault he was stuck feeling this way, that Spaniard was just too perfect!

Lovino remembered the early days of his little crush, when he'd blush like a schoolgirl and get butterflies in his stomach at the mere mention of Antonio's name, and the innocent fantasies about taking him on dates and sharing kisses with him...

Yeah, all of those things seemed totally bearable to Lovino now, at least more so than the crushing loss and sadness that was weighing on his mind. See, Lovino couldn't give Antonio what he wanted; enchanting kisses, flowers, romantic dinners, and other sappy little gestures, befitting the hopeless romantic type that Antonio was. Lovino could never do all of that for anyone, not even Antonio.

But it still hurt him deeply when some guy named Arthur entered Antonio's life, and almost instantly won the sweet Spaniard's heart. In spite of his prickly exterior, Arthur always knew how to make Antonio happy, how to let him know that he really, truly loved him with all his heart.

He's Arthur's. All Arthur's, and no one else's, Lovino thought miserably, pouring himself more wine. Dear Antonio, who his heart cried for, who would never love him back.

Lovino was snapped out of his daze briefly as his phone vibrated. Who the fuck cares enough to text me? He thought to himself. Probably Feliciano or that damn potato bastard.

To his surprise, the text is from Antonio. And it contains a message that threatens to completely shatter him:

Guess who's getting married? :)

Accompanying the message is a picture of a grinning Antonio, happily displaying a silver ring on his finger.

Lovino doesn't react for a few moments. He simply stares blankly at the screen. And then a single tear slips out, quickly followed by two streams of tears that cascade down his face, accompanied by heavy sobs.

"I FUCKING HATE YOU, YOU FUCKING TOMATO BASTARD!" he screams, falling to the floor, unable to control his loss and grief. It was all Antonio's fault he was hopelessly in love...And all Arthur's fault that he'd have to watch the man he loved so deeply get married to some stupid Brit with silly eyebrows.

Oblivious to this, the picture of the happily engaged Antonio smiles up at him still...