Oh mai, two updates in one day? Amazing!

Today's other pairing of the day, is... /spins imaginary wheel obtained from the last chapter/

PRUMANO!

Enjoy~!

x

Before I tell you this story, there is one thing I must state.

My name is Lovino Vargas, the representative of Southern Italy, and love is complete, and utter, bullshit.

There. I said it. It sucks.

Now, don't get me wrong, it's good for some things, such as being able to tolerate annoying little brothers I will not mention the names of, and I will admit, it's nice to be cared for, sometimes, but that's not the sort of love I'm talking about here. I'm talking about head-over-heels, I cannot lose you, since when did your lips get so kissable, type of love. Yeah, I hate it. Especially when I have it, and even more so when it's directed towards certain albinos who are ungodly amounts of irritating.

And even MORE when those albinos are named Gilbert Beilschmidt and are the representative of the nation of Prussia.

It is impossible to determine how this… idea, of my love for him (I usually can't say this without dry heaving) first came into my head. It still baffles me to this day. It seems that just one day I was telling him off for being the idiotic bastard that he was, and the next, he was just… amazing, in every way possible. (Part of me still hates myself for saying that.)

Idon't know what it was. Was he attractive, somehow? Was it his enticing ruby stare, the way it stood out from the rest of him which was white and pure as snow? Maybe it was his laugh, his sense of humor, his personality… was all of this just charming, in a way?

Ah, I'm getting off track here, I don't need to deal with this now! (Then again, dealing with it is essentially what I'm doing.)

Anyways, this horrendous conflict between me, myself, and I went on for a few weeks, until, eventually, something happened that proved to me, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that I… loved him.

One fine day that appeared as if God had allowed Michelangelo to paint the scenery, I'd made the stupid decision to invite Prussia out for lunch at some restaurant I'd long since forgotten the name of, because for some reason, I felt the stupid need to talk to him. And he made the awful decision to accept.

After we were finished eating, we had a small, stupid conversation, yet one that I'll definitely always remember.

"So, Lovi," (I hated that name.) "I've seen what you've been doing."

"What?"

"You've been acting more awkward than usual around me, you're much more rude to me than normal, yet your insults weren't even that good, and now you've invited me out? This could only mean one thing."

"And what exactly is that?"

"You love me, don't you, Lovi~?"

God, I still wish he hadn't said that, because my face felt like it was going to melt and I guess it looked like it too, since the bastard's -beautiful- stupid smile widened even more.

"No, no, and hell NO! I would never love you, or anyone like you, fucktrain!"

"Oh? Then why does your face look like a tomato, huh?"

"Dios mio- Don't even start, I swear, I'll kill you."

"Alright then, Italia~ I'll take your word for it. But I know that you love me."

With this, he got up and left.

Naturally, as a lovesick dumbass, I went to go follow him.

"Hey, hey, where are you going?"

"We were done with lunch, right? And, since it apparently didn't mean anything…."

I hated the way he would always tease me like that.

"Th-that isn't what I meant!"

"If you mean that, then catch me, love~!" He said, tauntingly.

With that, he sped away, leaving me to run after him. Unfortunately, he made the fatal mistake of sprinting across the street, not even bothering to look at the light, therefore not knowing that it shone a glaring scarlet color.

Luckily for him, I managed to catch up with his stupid, stupid, STUPID self.

"GILBERT!" Was all I managed to scream before the next event happened.

Without even confessing that I loved him more than anything, I grabbed his arm, practically throwing him out of the way of the truck that sped through the streets, leaving it to hit me instead of the love of my life.

Then, it all went black.

The day that my love died still rings clearly in my mind. And why wouldn't it? It happened almost a week ago, and I'm still in the hospital because of it. When he threw me out of the way, it wasn't far enough, so I still got some of the damage.

Still, I should have died instead.

I shouldn't have teased him, I should have been kinder to him, I should have… I should have told him how I felt. I knew he loved me, it was obvious. Now he's gone, and it's my fault. If there was one thing he was right about, it's that I'm an idiot.

I still remember it quite vividly. I was knocked out for a good few minutes or so, but what I saw made me wish I would have stayed knocked out. People crowded around the accident, some frozen in shock, and some presumably dialing 911. I wondered what happened for a second, but that was when I saw it. He was lying in the middle of the street, a mangled mess that I wasn't even sure was him anymore. A pool of blood was an understatement, it was more like an ocean of the scarlet fluids that ran from him in rivers. And, as if to rub salt in my wound, there were big, bold tire marks his back. It made me sick to my stomach, I'm surprised I didn't vomit right then and there.

I remember having a hope of him surviving this somehow, for he was a nation, and couldn't die. It was immediately dashed I realized that he had a brother who could take over the nation himself. Technically, he wasn't needed.

I can't even make myself admit what I saw was true. I just can't. So… I leave you with this.

My name is Gilbert Beilschmidt, the representative of the nation of Prussia, and love is complete, and utter, bullshit.

「ｈｅａｔ－ｈａｚｅｄａｚｅ」

Whaaaat? This one's in first person? How scandalisssssss-

Alright, so this one was actually written to torture one of my friends since this is her OTP, hehe-

Sorry-

So, here's the thing you're all probably thinking about - yeah, so, Romano's dead.

((Gosh, I am just tossing this guy around like a ragdoll- first he dissolves, then he gets slapped by Spain and left crying, and now he's just dead oh my goodness))