Okay, just letting you all know that this is the new Chapter one...revised...I've taken the rest of it down and reposting liek...all of it...
Pros; This plan might actually work, he can be charming… at times, that accent, he's not that bad looking… Okay, kinda cute. Cons; The plan might not work, his swearing, his attitude… definitely his attitude. He's a brat, a jackass, rude, obnoxious, stu-
"This isn't going to fucking work!" He interrupted her thoughts. "He" was the rude, obnoxious, dirty-mouthed kinda cute Italian with the attitude problem that went by the name Romano.
"Yes it will. You doubt me?" Smirking, the girl turned away from him, flipping her long, light brown hair behind her shoulder.
"Well, no shit Sherlock. If I didn't doubt this freaking stupid plan, I wouldn't have said anything." Adjusting the pink flower above her ear, an annoyed Elilzaveta turned back around to deliver a sarcastic reply, but stopped when she saw the young man. Usually, the southern Italian stood tall, with a permanent scowl. The only thing close to a smile to appear on his face was a condescending smirk. But now, he seemed like a different person, his golden-green eyes were downcast, tired and depressed over what had happened in the last few days, and he was slightly hunched over, as if in a defensive position. Romano and his "favourite Spaniard" had had a fight, over something as foolish as a small kiss, both of them being too stubborn to back down. The argument had quickly ended with Antonio getting fed up and leaving. When Antonio didn't come back the next day, or the day after that, everyone had the creeping suspicion that it was over between the two, which was proven a few days later when Antonio was seen with Roderich, Elizaveta's ex-husband, trying to sneak away to somewhere private.
"… Romano?" Elizaveta reached out to gently pat touch his shoulder. He never acted like this… And despite him being this quick-tempered, foul-mouthed brat, she felt… Sorry for him.
"What?" His voice cracked in the middle of the word and she saw him grimace, mentally kicking himself for how weak he appeared.
"What's wro-"
"Nothing's wrong!" Romano replied angrily, not letting her finish. "Nothing's fucking wrong, everything is fine!" He shrugged her hand off, wallowing in his own thoughts.
"Romano, that's a lie, both you and I know that. So tell me what's wrong, or I'm going to leave!" Elilzaveta sighed, frustrated. If this bratty boy wasn't going to talk, then there didn't seem to be a reason to stay.
Without any response in what seemed plenty of time, the exasperated young women stood up, ready to leave, when she finally heard his voice.
"It's just…" A sniffle, then a deep, shuddering breath. Was he… crying? "Why would he leave?" Romano finished pathetically, looking up to the Hungarian. Elilzaveta took a step back.
"Maybe he got tired of your pretty shitty attitude?" The Italian looked miserable; his normally olive complexion was paled, tears streaked down his cheeks.
"But he…" Interrupted by a sob, the young man's knees gave out and he sank to the floor. "Why?" He looked up to Elizaveta, none of his old, annoying personality in his eyes, just pain. "Why does it hurt so much?" Elizaveta immediately dropped to the floor, hugging his shaking figure.
"I know, I know. When Roderich and I broke up, I felt like there wasn't going to be a tomorrow… But you know what? I got over it. I found Gilbert and we've been happy since… Except for when he's being an asshole."
"It's not the same!" Romano sobbed, clinging to Elizaveta like a small child.
"How is it not the same?" Elizaveta's mood was souring and her sympathy was quickly leaving.
"It wasn't a real loss when that piano-legged freak left you! It's not like Tonio!"
"Romano. You're acting like a child. It's not a big deal."
"Yes it is! You have no idea!"
Finally, tired of his complaining, Elizaveta pulled back her hand and slapped his across with face as hard as she could with an audible 'thwack'.
"Grow up, will you? This is pathetic! He's one person!" Breathing heavily from her outburst, Elizaveta smoothed her dress out, trying to regain her composure.
"There will be someone else, understand? He's only one person, not the entire world!"
"But he's the world to me…"
Elizaveta sighed, her gaze softening. "You really loved him, didn't you?"
The silence that followed was deafening, but Romano hadn't denied anything. That was definitely an improvement. It was probably the closest thing to 'yes' that anyone would be able to get out of him.
The Italian looked away, his face flushed from either embarrassment or from crying… Maybe a combination of both.
"I don't hate him…"
Elizaveta grinned. It was just a pinprick of light, but it was hope that his annoying, bratty personality was coming back.
"Glad you're feeling better, Romano!" She kissed him on the forehead, causing his face to turn beet red. "Is something wrong? Do you have a fever?" Elizaveta felt his forehead, checking to see if he was okay.
"It's nothing. Just sunburn."
(And that's where I'm stopping for now. Righto… "Sun burnt" It'll continue =3= I didn't want it to sound like every other fanfiction, but it kinda converted towards the end… Why do I always make Spain seem like such a jackass? OTL ~ CLLS)
Yeah! So…my friend CLLS is helping me fix the story because as I look back at it, being nice…it's one of the worst things I've ever written…I wrote better crap when I was six. But anyway! Now I think it's getting better…I'm totally reposting all this crap…just so anyone who reads this knows…I hope you like it better this way…because I do!