Hey there! So I finally got around to writing an actual story. Well, it's more of a ficlet, I guess. Just something short and sweet. And by sweet I mean bitter. Inspired by the song "Somebody I Used to Know" by Goyte. Here's some quick background, this going to be past!Romerica. I feel horrible that I broke them up…This is Romano's open letter to America.
PAIRINGS: Romerica
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"We could still be friends…"
No we couldn't. You knew that just as well as I did. Those were your last words to me. Afterwards, you didn't even have the decency to pick your own stuff up. You sent your brother for every little hint of you in my house. It felt so empty without all the magazines and comic books that used to litter my floors. When I tried to call you to ask about the things I had left at your house all I got was an automated message telling me your number was disconnected. A week later I received a package containing everything I had left. You had even changed your number. Actually, you changed everything. Your number, email, and you blocked me on every social media site we were on. It was like you were trying to get rid of every reminder of me in your life.
I'm not quite sure how long I cried after you left me with that empty promise. I remember mio fratello shaking me and telling me I would get a cold if I stayed outside in the rain too long, and him asking why I was even crying in the first place. I remember thinking that I had been right all along, what would a world power like you want to do with me? Everyone had thought it was a joke in the first place. Why would America stoop as low as to date someone like Italy Romano? I'm not even an entire country. They'd all been right in the end. I think I always knew you'd leave me. I suppose it's better off that way. I never should have believed you when you told me you were so happy you could die. Were all your words so hollow? If only I had know, I could have saved me from all this sadness. So much for being my hero and protecting me.
I'm not sure how I missed all the warning signs. You were slowly becoming more withdrawn. You started to seem more agitated. We stopped seeing each other as often. And when we did see each other I felt lonely, even in your company. I knew something was off, but I had tried to push it away, writing it off as my insecurities. I didn't want to believe that we would drift apart. But it was inevitable I suppose. Nothing lasts forever...maybe I just tried to tell myself that you were right for me.
Now when you see me you treat me like a complete stranger. You don't even acknowledge my existence. It's like we were nothing. All those words whispered in the dark meant nothing. But you know what America? I don't even need your love... Fratello told me that he thinks you're hurting on the inside the other day. I told him he was wrong, that you had no reason to be sad. He assured me that he could tell that you were regretting what you had done. He said that you acted differently, more withdrawn. Fratello thinks you miss me. Well I don't care if you do. It's not at all like I miss you...all that much. Maybe I do miss you. But you are different now. I miss who we used to be. I miss who you used to be, but know you're just somebody that I used to know.