A/N: Hi there people! How you do? I hope well! :D So here is the new chapter~! Yay, well I do hope it is for your liking and that I didn't mess it up...if I did, blame the testing. It isn't even for finals and there is a whole bunch of test. Also, I have been sick, so I had it read and re-edited a couple of times. Sorry for it being short, I will try making the next chapter longer, I promise!

And thanks to you wonderful people for reviewing and following, it makes my day awesome like Prussia~

Sorry about any spelling and/or grammar errors.

Lovino's Last Call

Spain and S. Italy

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Warning: Contains boyxboy, cursing, and angst.

Rated: T (it might change later on)

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia, just the idea of the story.

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Capitolo Due:

Le Lacrime Cadono

It's incredible that a meeting can last for so long but then again for the most part everybody is arguing or fighting with each other instead of getting anything done.

As everybody began leaving the room with their brief cases, I stayed in place. My head was pounding and my vision was blurring. I fucking hated these attacks, I could handle one of them a day, but two in the same day, fuck this shit, and I want some rest.

"Lovi~"

Fuck.

Lifting my head to glare at the happy Spaniard, "What do you want you fucking bastard?" I yelled at him but then groan at the sound of my voice. Feeling more like shit then before, I start standing up not really bothering if Antonio was pouting or not.

"But Lovi, you promise you would go out with me today." He whined. I froze for a bit. I did forget about that, shit. Sighing, I still continued putting away my papers in my brief case. "Fuck...how about this you bastard! Y-you come a-and pick m-me up from my hotel a-and we will go out! Okay you bastard!" I manage to say to him, trying to keep the blush from rising even though I wasn't even facing.

Slamming shut my brief case, rethinking what I just said. 'Damn, did I just fucking say that?'

Unable to see the now happy Spaniard, I mutter to myself and started to leave. "Okay Lovi~, I will see you at your hotel room at eight o'clock." Nodding my head as I pass him, "You better be on time or else there won't be anything." I mutter to him, leaving him to his own happy thoughts about how the date would end.

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Closing the door behind me, I closed my eyes letting out an exhausted sigh. "How can this day seem to be taking forever to end?" I mutter to myself, only responded by silence. Shaking my head, I walked towards the small kitchen the hotel room had to offer, placing my brief case on the small table as I grabbed glass of water to drink.

The cold water soothed the dry, tighten throat of mine.

Sighing in relief, a wave of calmness washed over me, a feeling I barely had, that is until I dropped the glass cup. Hearing in the background the sound of shattering, as I stood frozen in spot as the wave of clam left my body and pain stabbing every inch, leaving me to shiver in cold and feeling of emptiness crawling to my chest. Squeezing my thumping heart, my throat soon followed, barely letting any air in. The burning in my lungs reminded me to breath, gasping for air, I fall to my knees. My vision blurred and black spots begin to grow in my sight. Hot salty tears soon begin falling as I let out what seemed a scream. It was in a matter of seconds that the panic attacked me heavily, leaving me more broken and suffering with lack of air and a pounding headache.

Is this the result of me starting to fade? But isn't too soon?

Lying on the cold floor, near the shattered pieces of glass and the cold water now splattered on the titles of the hotel room floor, letting my shivering body position itself in fetal position, as I let my tears fall and the reruns of the many memories of war.

It was only the ending of February and the beginning of March. It was only few weeks before our birthday and these damn attacks are become more and more heavy and out of control.

Muffling my cries with my hand, I felt useless.

Lifeless.

Empty.

Hopeless.

Was the end coming sooner then what I expected, then damn me, I need to start saying goodbyes.

Fuck.

TBC

Translations:

Italian: Le Lacrime Cadono- Tears Fall.

Okay so there it is! A really sad part of Lovino and his annoying and heart breaking attacks. Well next chapter is the date with Mr. Spaniard~

Tell me what you think soo please review?

Well, Addio, Fino alla prossima. (Goodbye, till next time.)