A Chandlure Trainez One-Shot

Even if it Means My Death

I looked up at Grandpa Rome, sighing heavily. "Nonno." A shiver ran down my spine, if he was here then that meant that the doctors hadn't been wrong.

"Mi dispiace, Romano." His voice held a twinge of sadness, causing me to clench my fists and growl in anger. Gone was the jovial tone that pissed me off, the one Feliciano had inherited. Replacing it was something much worse, one mixed with pity and sorrow.

"Lovino." I spat through gritted teeth, refusing to look up at him.

"Che Cosa?" He sounded confused, maybe even hurt. He had named me after him, after all.

I laughed bitterly. Romano, of Rome. Arguably one of the most significant places in history, one of the most important, and yet…

"Mi chiamo Lovino. Non sono più Romano." I said it firmly, leaving no room for argument. I wasn't Romano anymore. Feliciano was now in possession of North and South Italy meaning that I no longer represented any part of Italy. He did.

I kicked a stone by my foot, watching as it skipped down the hazy sepia cobblestone road. My dreams were never clear when Grandpa Rome came to visit- not that it was a common occurrence. He would rather visit Feliciano. Who wouldn't?

"Allora, hai fatto la tua scelta."

There hadn't been a choice to make. Not a real one. With North and South Italy unified, only one of us could maintain our tenuous immortality. I could choose to live, technically. Fight Feliciano for the right to represent all of Italy, but my winning would mean that he would be in my place right now. His body would be the one deteriorating at such a rate that there likely wouldn't even be bones left when all was said and done.

I could do that to him… But I won't.

He had so many people who cared for him. So many would mourn him if he died. I couldn't do that, not to them and certainly not to him. He had a right to live a full life. And god knows someone needed to look after Seborga.

I looked up at the sky, ignoring the tears that spilled from my eyes as I smiled, watching as hundreds of years of our history together blurred the sky. Feliciano annoyed me at times, but he is my Fratello. I would protect him, even if it means my death.

I hope you enjoyed this! If there are any mistakes, please let me know. Unfortunately, I can't read or write Italian, so any help is always appreciated!

Keep it classy, make good choices, and I hope to see you soon!
Chandlure

Translations:
Nonno - Grandfather
Mi dispiace, Romano. - I'm sorry, Romano
Che Cosa? - What?
Mi chiamo Lovino. Non sono più Romano. - My name is Lovino. I am no longer Romano.
Allora, hai fatto la tua scelta. - So, you've made your choice.