The Confliction of Lovino Vargas

And so came time for the next conference, and it went by without a hitch (if you consider "Without a hitch" to be with often fights, mostly between France and England…). As Romano stood by Spain angrily on the way out, they ended up being the last ones out… after Greece, of course.

Spain's attention was focused solely on Romano that day, since Italy had caught a cold and couldn't make it, and the Spaniard therefore didn't had to balance the weight of looking after the two on his shoulders. Romano, he noticed, was more angsty and angry than usual today, and Antonio didn't like that one bit.

"Romano," he said gently in the hallway, seeing as everyone else was far ahead.

"What, bastard?" Romano growled, pretending he hadn't been happy to be by the Spaniard's side, if only for a little while.

"Are you ok? What's wrong?"

"N-Nothing's wrong, dammit! Just leave me alone!" After blurting out his latest lie, Romano was taken by surprise as Spain quickly pulled him into a firm hug. Romano did not complain, perhaps because he needed it now more than ever.

"Romano… I hate seeing you hurt… If there's anything I can do, just ask… ok?"

"…Fine."

As Spain let go, he was smiling stupidly once more.

"Oh yeah, we're the last ones out, so go wake Greece up, ok~?" He chimed. "I'll wait for you in the car!" Spain ran off happily, and Romano sighed, frustrated once more as he had to walk into the conference room and wake the sleeping Mediterranean country. It was strange to see, though, that this meeting, he'd fallen asleep with his iPod in.

As Romano shook Greece's shoulder, cursing, Greece eventually came to, pulling an earbud out of one ear.

"Dammit, took you long enough!" Romano scoffed.

"Hey, Roma… sorry…"

And although he knew it was none of his business, Romano found himself asking,

"What were you listening to?"

Greece looked up at him, not seeming to be fully awake, but fully coherent.

"I was listening to 'Servant of Evil'…"

"Humph. Never heard of it." Romano dismissed the situation as Greece just being silly, but he was wrong.

"It's song form Japan…" Greece sighed. "It always helps me to listen to it when I'm in a tough spot…"

"In a tough spot? So you're economy's down. What's the worst you have to worry about? A cold?" Romano growled.

"That's not true. I know we may not be friends, but we don't hate each other either… so I think I can tell you this in confidence, but… may I…?"

Romano's eyes narrowed slightly.

"Go on."

"Sometimes… Very often, actually… I want to kill myself."

Romano's breath caught in his throat. Greece, suicidal? The man seemed to have no problems, or at least, none that he was affected by. What would have hurt him so much?

"A-Are you serious?"

"Yes." Greece's tone was rather stern now.

"Wh-what… what happened?"

"My economy is in shambles, I haven't got a single close relationship with anyone anymore, and my country is in quite a spot of trouble because of me… I wonder- do I really mess up that much? Would it just be better to end it and let Turkey or America take my country over?"

"Greece…" Romano swallowed hard. "And the song? How does it h-help…?"

"The lyrics, actually."

"But it's in Japanese, isn't it?" Romano scoffed. "How can you possibly understand it?"

"I know the lyrics by heart," Greece rebutted. "Do you want to hear about it?"

Romano, slightly embarrassed about doubting him so furiously, nodded.

"The story is of a pair of twins. One serves his sister, and the other is the ruler of a kingdom. But the sister is hated, definitely not known for being a benevolent leader… and when she destroys an entire other kingdom over a man she is in love with, citizens of her own kingdom and neighboring ones revolt, and she's executed. But the story of the first song- Daughter of Evil- leaves much to be desired… because it Servant of Evil, it tells the story of how the boy traded places with his sister… and was executed in her place."

Romano found himself trembling.

"How sad…"

"And it really helps me… because it reminds me, when I think that Japan doesn't care anymore and has too much on his plate, or Turkey hates me with every fiber of his being, that they wouldn't care if I was gone, well… I tell myself I'm only being selfish."

"What? How is that selfish?"

"If I gave up my life because I thought no one cared, I would only be selfish and ignorant… because it would be a much greater cause to wait and give my life for someone I love."

Romano's breath caught in his throat. It truly did change the way he thought about this whole suicide business.

"Anyways, thank you for waking me up. You have a good day." Greece yawned, stretching as he headed out the door.

"Thank you, Greece…" Romano muttered.

-x-x-x-

"Ne~ Romano!" Spin called form the kitchen, and Romano dragged himself form the living room to see what Spain and Italy were doing.

"What?" Romano growled, displeased he hadn't been asked to help with dinner that night. Of course, why would he, when his brother's a much better cook? Besides, Spain would rather have the younger around for company anyways…

"Veneziano and I were talking, and we're gonna go see Francis tomorrow," Spain chimed. "You want to come?"

"M-Matto! Of course not! Tomorrow we were supposed to go to the festival in Barletta, remember?"

Spain froze.

"Oh no, that was tomorrow, wasn't it…?"

"Yes! Fucking bastard! Dammit!" Romano hit the wall. "I've been looking forward to this all month, and you just go and blow it off! What the fuck is wrong with you? Why do you always do this? Dammit!"

"Romano…" Spain reached out for Romano's shoulder, but Romano slapped his hand away.

"No!"

"Ve… Fratello…" Italy took a step closer. "I'm sorry…"

"You too! You always do this! You always have to weasel your way in between Spain and I!" And with that, Romano stormed off to his room and was not seen for the rest of the night.

It was decided; he would get his gun and go through with the plan the next night at his own place… so as not to hurt his brother, and least of all, Spain before he had to.

A/N: 'Kay. Time for my usual derpy author's note.
So most of this chapter was, in fact, written with Servatn of Evil as background music. Don't ask me why I chose Greece, I just did. The second part of this chapter was rather awkwardly forced out to music that wouldn't seem to fit (Dang you Pandora) but I was on the Pandora channel for "The Bird and the Worm" by the Used (I really wish I could listen to that specific song, it fits Romano really well.)

This chapter... I don't know. I think it was good until the end, and then I just went bleeeeeeeegh all over my keyboard and forced it out. Because it wasn't something I was planning on doing, but ended up having to.
Also, I'm titling the chapters based off of the titles for the Haruhi Suzumiya Light Novels (The Sigh of Haruhi Suzumiya, The Boredom of Harui Suzumiya, etc.)

By the way. I should be able to get part 3 out tonight~! Yay for fast typing!
Hopefully nothing says "fro" again... my computer think that's a real word. Stupid computer.