Oh yeah I forgot this person does one-shots she hasn't done one in a while

But anyways, here is one that was originally written for an acquaintance on another website, because she told me not to do it.

And guess what - I did it.

If there are any Spamano shippers out there, please don't sue me.

Without further ado, I present to you, my newest one-shot~

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"I love you."

To a certain lovesick Spaniard, those three simple words meant far more than the person they were directed to would ever know. Although, he couldn't quite grasp how to explain it, so he hoped that they would suffice.

He was so, so wrong.

His hopes were very quickly dashed - repeatedly, might I add - when that special someone only responded with unkind words of rejection, usually followed by language so colorful it would put rainbows to shame. With this sort of person, his persistence was truly admirable, to say the least.

However, on this attempt of very many, the Spaniard seemed more tired, his expectations set unusually low. But, with the most beautiful flowers and a - somewhat forced, although you would never notice it - bright smile on his face, he knocked on the door of the someone who he'd still loved, even after all this time.

Oh, did I mention that this someone was the extremely stubborn, immensely vulgar, and highly aggressive Lovino Vargas? 'Cause that's kind of important.

After a few moments of muffled shouting and an angry "why do I have to get it?" followed by a "you're closer!", the door opened to reveal the considerably less than happy Lovino, who seemed all the more irritated once he'd seen who was there.

"Oh, it's you again. What the hell do you want?"

At these words, hurt expression crossed his face for a moment, one that passed so quickly that Lovino doubted whether he'd seen it or not.

"I just wanted to say hello and talk, mi amigo! Is that so much to ask? Also, I brought you these~" He said, holding up the bouquet of flowers.

Lovino didn't really have anything mean to say to that, he was just very, very flustered. The flowers were gorgeous, and it was a very kind gesture, one that he really didn't deserve. It was all very flattering, really.

But of course, he would never admit that, and shooed those absolutely and utterly disgusting thoughts straight out of his head.

Taking the flowers and looking away in an almost shy manner, a glaring red blush slowly crept across his face, as it normally would when these sorts of encounters would ensue. He was about to say something, but he was cut off by none other than his twin brother, Feliciano, running up to the door, practically summoned by the very sound of the Spaniard's voice.

"Oh, Antonio! I haven't seen you in so long! I missed you so much - where on earth have you been? Please, come in!"

Lovino didn't say anything, only going inside quietly to place his flowers on the table, so Antonio decided to take the invitation.

And so, the two went to the living room, simply chatting up a storm. Lovino had always thought the two were far more talkative than any normal human being, but something had seemed different about Antonio today. It may have just been his pessimism talking, but it seemed almost as if he were forcing himself to speak so much.

Maybe he'd come to his senses and realised how annoying the little Italian really was.

Still, the quick glances at Lovino he'd stolen at every opportunity, and his general kindness had proved otherwise. The boy was becoming aware of his intentions, and resented himself for becoming so shy that he hadn't realised it sooner.

He was doing this again.

"Antonio, may I talk to you alone for a second?" He requested in suspicious tone, a not looking the other in the eyes.

Recognizing Lovino's foul mood, his brother immediately stood up and practically sprinted out of the room. The last time Lovino had asked to speak to someone privately, let's just say it ended up far less than cheerful.

"What's troubling you, Lovi?"

"Listen, Spaniard. If you're here to confess your undying love for me or whatever, I've said it once and I'll say it again; I. Don't. Like. You. In fact, I hate you. I hate you, I hate your face, you're annoying and I just hate you! Got it?"

Antonio simply smiled at this response, shaking his head and laughing slightly.

"Lovi, I have no idea what you're talking about. I had no intentions of-"

Lies.

"Sure you didn't, and a flock of tomatoes are just gonna fly right out of my ass! I fucking despise it when you do this. Just stop it already! You're a pathetic piece of shit!" Lovino shouted, his words laced with only the purest resentment.

Antonio was surprised by these harsh words that were fired towards him. Usually, the ill-tempered Italian would only send him frustrated glares and empty threats that everyone knew he didn't really mean, but this time, it was different. As if he were trying to cause as much damage as possible to the other male.

"You… you don't really mean that, right?"

"Are you really that fucking delusional? I've said it countless times, I'll shout it from the heavens if I have to! But I'd rather not waste my breath on some poor, idiotic bastard like you!"

At those words, something inside of Antonio snapped. Being a very patient and tolerant man, he had an amazing temper that anyone would definitely admire.

However, everyone has their breaking points.

"Yes, of course. Because I'm the one undeserving of your time, totally."

Lovino was taken aback at this statement. Normally, Antonio would never try to fight back at his insults, so he didn't know where this was coming from. Although, he did know one thing - his fragile string of patience, thinned and stretched and battered over time had finally been cut.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?!"

"What the hell do you think it means?! I'm tired of you doing this to me all the time! I've had enough of your selfish attitude, and I'm just done with you!"

Lovino's face had gone a bright, stunning red at this point, hands balled into tight fists, literally shaking from his anger and frustration. "Selfish? How the fuck am I selfish, when you know for a fact that I cannot stand your very presence?! You're the one who keeps trying all the time! You're the one who can barely fucking think for yourself!" He yelled, anyone in a twelve mile radius probably being able to hear him.

"I can't believe how much time I've wasted on you, taking care of you! You were a spoiled brat then, and you're still one now! I can see now why everyone likes Feliciano better than you, and frankly, I did too, but I decided to give you a chance. Biggest mistake of my entire life, it seems!"

He could tell that that was definitely a sensitive point for Lovino from the hurt expression on his face. The boy always knew that his brother was loved more than him, but he never wanted to admit it. But now that the very person who claimed to love him more than anything had agreed with everyone else, well, it was downright painful to confront.

"You know that Feliciano has nothing to do with this, so don't you dare even try to bring him into it! Unless you're trying to make me direct my anger to him or something? Well shit flash, fucktrain, I love my brother more than anything in the world and if you even think for a goddamn millisecond that you could ever come between us for some pitiful-ass reason like this, you can just get the hell out of my life, and you can start by hauling your ass right the fuck out of my-"

Almost as if out of nowhere, his rant was cut short by a hard slap to the face.

Lovino looked up at Antonio, holding his soon-to-be reddened cheek, a frightened look within eyes that hid miles and miles of lush green forests behind them. He backed away slightly, his position resembling that of a kicked puppy with its tail between its legs.

Sighing, Antonio spoke first.

"I'm sorry I had to do that to you, Lovi." Antonio said, his voice dangerously low. "You understand, right? You're just so… frustrating. It isn't not like I wanted to do that or anything, it's just… I loved you, Lovino. I've always wished you could see how deeply I've cared for you, after all this time. But I see that I was wrong for that, and I will gladly get out of your life, possibly forever, if you want me to." He stated, his words practically dripping with acid, daring Lovino to retort.

With no response, Antonio turned on his heel and left, slamming the door behind him, and leaving Romano in complete, and utter silence.

Upon hearing the door slam and the silence after it, as if on cue, Feliciano slowly inched out of his room, unsure if it was okay to check up on his brother. He'd heard every bit of the shouting and harsh words they'd thrown at each other, and he really wasn't sure whether or not his twin would be alright after that."

Lovino turned around to face him, his expression unreadable.

"Fratello, are you… are you okay?"

He was so caught up in what just happened that he didn't even realise that tears were steadily streaming down his cheeks until now.

Without saying a word, he threw himself into Feliciano's arms, crying his heart out, with Felicano whispering soothing Italian words of comfort in his ears as Lovino would often do for him.

It was shocking to think that in an instant, he could become so ugly to someone who once thought that all the stars were in his eyes.

"I loved you."

To a certain extremely stubborn, immensely vulgar, and highly aggressive Lovino Vargas, those three simple words had taken away far more than the formerly lovesick Spaniard they were from would ever know.

Haha, I bet you thought it was going to be cute, didn't you? Ahaha... sorry.

However at the begginning, you mentally signed a contract to not sue me, so there.

Whoopsies~

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