Lovino:
The warmth from his dear brother's hand tightened around his own, but this feeling seemed to have spread throughout his body to the very core of his soul at Feliciano's words. With the warmth of the sun beating down on the two and the weight of his brother, Romano felt the corners of his lips curl upwards. It went as far to developing into a small, shy smile, revealing the Italians pearly white teeth; a truly rare sight. There it remained, even as Feliciano gazed upon him, with an expression up to par with Lovino's.
Back then, Romano would have scowled if his brother- or anyone for that matter- saw him with an expression so sincere and caring such as this. It was a sign of weakness, Lovino would think to himself. But now, not he nor anyone else could deny that Romano's feelings were mutual to his brother.
He whispered. "Feliciano..." The last four words he intended to end his sentence with was left unspoken.
Romano soon drew his eyes away, biting his lip in order to seize his grins. Not in embarrassment, but rather in the sense of reality. No, this wouldn't last forever. In five short months, his dear little brother would be taken away from him forever. He would be alone; not even Antonio would be there to comfort him, because the pain will be everlasting. He should be happy that he would be able to spend this precious time together with his precious brother... he should, but then why didn't his own feelings correspond with his theory?
Once again, Italy announced their course of action. "Let's go home."
Lovino squeezed his brother's hand and nodded. "Yeah..."
But what would they do there? Everything that they would do together from now would be much different from how they approached situations in the past. The gleeful experiences of cooking together would only be drawn out in awkwardness. The happiness that lifted their voices in harmony when they sang together would be gone. And when they laid upon their bed, only sadness would filled their minds, for they knew that tomorrow would be one day closer to the end.
Feliciano:
He was lodged in metaphorical prison, not as suspected of any offense, but as the most convenient and suitable mode of disposing of his well being as his confidence and sanity melted with each tear his brother shed, until only God conferred with them in respecting the ransom to take away the tears forever. That smile though, that smile in the dark of the dreariness of their relationship at current was like a beam of sunlight, drenching him in warmth.
He gripped his hand even tighter, wishing for time itself to freeze as he leaned on Lovino for physical and mental support on the way to the parking lot.
Beginnings are scary. Endings are usually sad, but it's the middle that counts the most.
Yes, and thus, as Romano opened the car door for him, a plastered smile applied for him across his face, he leaned over to the elder with a slight heave allowing himself to touch the other's arm with a certain delicacy.
"I may be hurt physically, but, you are suffering more than I ever will. You have been ignored and rejected, and have tried to cover that up with an attitude. You always felt so left out in situations, like one could never care for you. Am I correct Lovino?"
The expression on his face showed enough shock and despair to answer his question without words, leaving the other stammering at trying to find an excuse to deny it.
"That is why you hated Germany correct? Because he earned so much attention from me."
His eyes grew weary as he gripped the cotton of Lovino's coat, turning his head to make contact with the hazel eyes.
"Fratello, listen to me, I never stopped loving you and I will continue to until the day I die. So, please..."
He took out the crumpled will from where he had stored it in his pocket along with a small hotel pen, scrambling something on the bottom in near-perfect cursive. He passed it to his brother's trembling hands with a new found confidence.
I want Romano to not lie to me for the remainder of my life.
It wasn't something you wrote on a will, that request considering it dealt with the life itself, however, that and the tears were the two things he wanted to force out of Romano, so that he could live a better life without him.
Leaning forth, he pressed a chaste kiss to his brother's cheek, stumbling a little and slipping on the seat shortly after, becoming a huddled mess on the floor of the car. A wound had seemed to come open, as a little line of blood stained the outside realm of the fabric that made up his uniform jacket.
"I hope... that at least in my lifetime, that I was able to make you a little happier."
Lovino:
The two walked hand in hand through the parking lot. Now, Romano had not one thought in his head... just only the feeling of being overwhelmed by sorrow. Feliciano broke the killing silence, but only with words that would kill Romano even more.
"I may be hurt physically, but, you are suffering more than I ever will."
"Feliciano...?" What was he trying to get at? Surely he wasn't...
"... Am I correct Lovino?"
Lovino turned to his brother, his expression being one of surprise and... He quickly turned away. W-When did he come up with that conclusion? Romano instinctively sputtered random excuses in order to cover his shame, his voice on edge. "N-No... of course not! Damn, i-it's not like I'm an attention whore, Feliciano... why are you always-"
"That is why you hated Germany correct? Because he earned so much attention from me."
He stayed silent. Romano's eyes were hard, glaring at invisible air front of him. His head lowered slightly, hoping that his dark auburn hair would cover his pained eyes. Through gritted teeth, he whispered "...Shut the fuck up."
Within the elder Italian, a ball of hate welled up within him for Feliciano. Lovino had always yearned for someone to understand his true feelings, and now he received his wish... then why did he feel this way? His hands around the steering wheel tightened. He felt like punching his dying brother as hard as he could and leave it at that. Maybe even knock out a few teeth. He'd go home and dump his unconscious brother on the couch and then eat some of the tiramisu left in the refrigerator-
"Fratello, listen to me, I never stopped loving you and I will continue to until the day I die. So, please..."
Again, not a word left Romano's lips. He let out a steady, quiet breath in order to relieve himself of his horrible thoughts. A piece of paper was held towards him when he lifted his eyes. Hesitantly, he took it from his fratello.
I want Romano to not lie to me for the remainder of my life.
Lovino read this newly added request over and over. His eyes lowered even more in depression and he bit his bottom lip. Not once had he looked at his brother, not even when Feliciano landed another kiss on the cheek and gave a final comment before hitting the floor. His wandering eye brought his sight upon his injured brother, a dark red patch steadily growing upon his uniform.
"O-Oi! Feliciano!"