Pequeño Romano

How have you been? Has your brother sadness been taking its toll on you? I know you worry for him, but you happiness is important as well. Spain's house is so quiet without you here to fill it with passion and tomatoes. I'm starting to feel antsy without you by my side. Is Feliciano doing any better? For yours and his sake, I hope he is. Remember Romano; everyone grieves at their own pace, give him time and he will be okay. Feli seems the resilient type, like you, he is strong; he's just not so obvious about it.

Romano was about half way through the letter, smiling at parts and blushing at others, sitting in his room, in a house given to them by the noblemen of their country, when he heard a crash from the other room. Dropping the letter he ran to where he heard the sound

"Feli!" He exclaimed, running up to his brother who still had his hands up, clutching the air, a space where a tray had been previously, was now on the floor surrounded by broken glass. "What happened you look like you have seen a ghost?" he asked following his brother's gaze. There in the entrée way was a blond haired, blue eyes kid, probably about the physical age of 8 looking confused and frightened by the turn of events.

"No you can't be-"

"I'm Germany" Romano began to question his sanity when the boy spoke up cutting him off. The older Italian narrowed his eyes at the kid, why one earth was he here. Feli began taking slow, tentative stepped forward through the broken glass. Not even feeling as one started to cut his ankle. When he was mere inches away from the boy, he started to lift his hand as if the touch his face. The weirdest part was the boy was allowing it to happen, however his body stiffened and became guarded, an act that went unnoticed by the Italian, who was too mesmerized by his features.

"You look just like him," He whispered. "Same blonde hair and pale skin" his palm touching the Germans cheek softly. The boys blue eyes regarded him carefully, puzzled and alert; it was then, with those familiar blue eyes looking up at him with a foreign look, that Feliciano dropped his hand.

"Feli, look I'm sorry about this-" They heard, as a recognizable voice filled the room, which had previously been bursting with tension.

"What the hell is wrong with you" Romano yelled as he stomped up to the man who had just entered the room, looking guilty. "This is going to screw with his healing process and, it will take him longer to-" His yelling faltered as he felt his brother's hand on his shoulder. Looking over he saw a sad smile on his Feliciano's face, which was now probably 13. Then his brown eyes shifted to their guest.

"Prussia, why are you here" His voice held none of it's usual lightness. Had this been the Feli before, he would have bounded up to him and engulfed him in a hug. But this Feli had been through a lot, and quite frankly was starting to have enough.

"This was in his belongings. With a note addressed to you" Prussia held out a small folded black cape, a painting of Italy, back when he was a child and a piece of parchment folded up on top. Handing the items to Romano, Feli opened the letter eagerly. Everyone watched as his emotionless face, started to swell up with love and pain, as tears ran down his cheeks. A few laughs escaped his mouth as read whatever was written for him. After a moment he pulled the letter close and held it to his heart, his eyes closed in thought.

"Fratello what did it say?" Romano asked, taking a step closer.

"He said" Feli breathed in deeply, a genuine grin making it's way onto his features, something that hadn't graced his face in months, which had Romano smiling a small one of his own. "That I can eat the sweets I promised to make for him," Another laughed escaped his mouth. "And that no matter where his spirit goes, he will always love me" Sniff. "And that I need to keep smiling and filling each day was laughter and happiness, that way he can rest peacefully"

"He really did love you Feli" The young Italian looked up at the Prussian, eyes filling with tears, he had also been close to the small boy.

"I know," He whispered. Slowly walking over to him, Feliciano wrapped his arms around the older mans middle. "Thank you Gilbert" He squeezed once, then released him. Romano, who had been watching this scene tears falling down his cheeks as he realized his brother would be okay, looked over eyes drifting to the young boy whose expression was that of sadness and confusion. The older Italian could only guess this young nation had never seen death or dealt with the fall of a friend. He would someday.

Lovino, I want you to know something, I feel so lame doing this through a letter, I have tried to tell you in person, before you left, but I always get so caught up in your green eyes that the words just stopped on my tongue. I love you, Pequeño Romano with everything I have. I don't know if you feel the same, I hope you do, but I wanted you to know. And I always will. I pray for you and your family. I anticipate a letter from you.

~Love Mexico

Romano read the last part of the letter for the fifth time, by the dyeing candle light, crying. His tears felt insignificant, compared to Feli's; he would never see his lover again. This was the first night he hadn't cried himself to sleep since it happened. But he couldn't help it, after everything had gone on it was nice to know there was someone on his side, ready with open arms if he needed them.

"I do," He whispered to himself, as to not wake his sleeping bedmate. "I love you too" He doesn't know if he will ever be able to admit that to Mexico in person. But he is saying it now. He does truly love him. And that scares him, because the day Holy Rome told Feli he loved him, was the last day they ever saw each other.