LXXXI: Pen and Paper
Characters/Pairings: Romano, Spain (sort of)
Genre: Angst/Romance - wow. There's a combo.
Rating: T
Warnings: Lovi being Lovi. By which I mean, swearing.
Okay, so some explanation is going to be needed for this one, because FFN decided to eat my editing.
Italics means that it's normal writing.
Bold Italics is emphasis.
Underlined Italics is (what is supposed to be) crossouts.
DISCLAIMER: I still don't own it. I can only squeal over the amazingness that is "Flying Mint Bunny".
Stupid Boss
Tomato Bastard
Antonio,
I don't even know why I'm bothering to write this – I sure as hell don't plan on sending it to you.
I don't know… maybe I'm looking for something to take out my frustration on, and faking a letter to you is better than shooting at those fucking Allies…? I don't even know anymore.
I'm so fucking tired, Antonio. So fucking tired of everything. The fighting, the stupid potato bastard, not seeing you, having no time to do anything I want, all the work, not being able to eat tomatoes with you.
I'm just so damn tired…
Is this what is was like for you, back then? Back when you ruled the world? The endless fighting, wounds that won't heal both inside and out?
I envy you, with your ability to hide everything behind that stupid grin. You, my brother, even that fucking wine-bastard – you're all lucky as hell you can do that. I really fucking hate you for it sometimes, you know that?
I miss you, Antonio. You, your stupid grin, your tomatoes, your hugs, just – everything. I miss you so fucking much it actually hurts sometimes, you stupid, stupid, fucking oblivious bastard.
If I ever get out of this shithole, I swear I'll tell you myself.
Lovino Vargas
AN: Uh, yeah. Not terrifically happy with FFN for eating my editing.
Someday I'm writing this out in an acutal letter format, then taking pictures of it. I'll link you guys on my profile if I ever decide to do so.
Review, please!