a/n: I apologize for the slightly shorter chapter this time, but the upcoming will be longer. On another note, I'd like to thank you all for those wonderful reviews! We take your tears as a compliment (; /brick'd
Romano could only look at the tips of his shoes, his hair covering his eyes and his hand over his mouth, twisted into a fist. Tears poured out once his brother embraced him, and his hand traveled up to wipe away his tears. The parts that Feliciano stated in his will only made things worse. "S-Shit..." sniff "I don't need t-to take orders from y-you... I-I...I can cry whe-whenever and about whatever the fuck I w-want! Damn it! D-Damn you...!" Romano's sentences were pulled out in chunks, being interrupted numerous times by the hics and sniffs from his sobbing. "You b-bastard..."
Silence. The edge of his sleeve constantly wiped away the continuous stream of water running down his face. Both his arms fell to his sides and sniffed up his running mucus. His breathing became steadier as the two stood there. "...Why didn't you tell me about this earlier?"
The blonde released a long held sigh, giving his elder brother a wry smile in attempts of meeting his bitter irony with a sense of his own. Remembering a series of events, all playing vividly, as if a movie, within his mind, he repositioned himself as to make sure he was fully facing his brother yet again, tears threatening to escape. His voice cracked to the most obvious degree, those small little collections of his hidden emotions pouring down now, relentlessly.
His brother's own concerns were quite obvious, and the thoughts pained the younger more than the albino seemed to express. As confident and arrogant as the other tried to be, it was all a facade. The brother of such knew enough about Gilbert to assure himself of this knowledge.
He knew this retired nation could neither save himself nor Veneciano from the inevitable fate that both of them would eventually face. It tugged at his heartstrings, knowing that he could not step into the way of fate either.
He had seen this coming the entire time.
Ludwig had to face the general facts, he had forced constant work upon himself to avoid the reality that time would bring those most dear to him closer to leaving him in the dark to forever carry the burden of loss eternally. He found the same factor written across his brother's face, that alone bringing him to tears.
His own words echoed through his head, relatively angry at himself that he had allowed them to be spoken.
"Nothing lasts forever."
For the first time in his life, he sobbed, quite loudly, in a sense of built up agony over the years, using his brother as support as he pooled his heart out in the flowing tears. He clenched the navy fabric tightly, having it ball up in the back of Prussia's uniform jacket.
"I... never wanted you to see me like this."
His words were meant to come out firm, unmoving, instead sounding like a broken spirit, one to have lost everything.