Hey guys! School is going epic! I had a GIANT Doctor Who debate during lunch. So much fun. And my English teacher spent TEN MINUTES bashing the French! She goes, "The French are awfully snooty and stuck up." I was with my best Hetalia bud in that class and OMG we were laughing our asses off. And, our teacher asked for our first impressions of a book cover, which was a picture of a deserted island. My prediction? "One of the characters BLOWS UP! Spontaneous combustion!" Needless to say, it probably won't be like that. I also suggested Russian Roulette.
But that's too much jabber.
Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia, and if anyone says I do it's unfortunately not true :{P
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Italy hummed to himself, holding the platic tupperware containing pasta to his chest. He was walking over to his fratello's house for lunch. He was going to surprise him, since he had been quite depressed lately.
'Maybe I should call him...just to make sure he's home!' Italy thought, and seeing as how he thought it was a good idea, he took out his cell and hit speed dial number two.
Ring...
Ring...
Ring...
"Hey, bastards. I don't know why you called but leave me a message and if I deem the shit you leave important enough I'll call back."
"Um...hi, fratello! Just called to tell you I'm on my way over! Bye!" He left the cheerful message in Romano's inbox and put his phone away.
"Ve...Lovi hasn't been answering any of my calls today...I hope he's okay! Oh no! What if he dropped his phone into the toilet again? He just got that new phone, too." He pondered this as he walked up to Romano's house.
Seeing the door shut, he held the pasta in one hand and turned the doorknob, pushing the door open quietly. He stepped inside and immediately knew something was wrong. The room was cold and there didn't seem to be a single inch of life in the house. Looking over to the kitchen doorway, his eyes widened.
He could see Romano's hand on the floor in the kitchen, his fingers drenched in red liquid.
'Please...tell me that's tomato sauce and Lovi's just taking a nap on the floor...!'
Quickly dropping the pasta and causing it to spill all over the floor, he ran over and careened into the kitchen, almost tripping over something he didn't expect to see.
"LOVI!" He screamed, staring in shock at his brother's pale, cold form. Blood was pooled around his head, having soaked his hair to the core. Salty, burning tears formed in his eyes, and streamed down his face and cheeks as he dropped to his knees and crawled over to Romano's body.
"L-lov..." He choked on his own words, sobs forming in his throat. He buried his face into Romano's shirt, sobbing hard into the cold chest.
"Why...why...wh-why...?" His screams escalated to shrieks as he clutched at his shirt. Moving his face up to stare into Romano's dull, lifeless eyes, he cradled his face.
"Lovino...Lovi..." He was about to say something else before a piece of paper on the floor a little ways away caught his eye. Crawling over, he picked it up and wiped his tears away. He opened the envelope and unfolded the piece of paper with shaky hands, reading the words in scribbled handwriting...
'I don't know who will find me first, but I'm betting on fratello and Antonio.
Spain, if this is you, I wanted to tell you...I've been in love with you for years, bastard. But you never noticed, did you? All you cared about was your precious Feliciano, doting on him and caring only for him. I hope whatever happens, that you forget about me and go on caring for him. The only thing different is that I'm not there to try and steal your attention away. A part of me hopes you'll give a damn about this, and another part of me knows you won't. At least I'm not around to have my heart broken anymore, right?
Italia, if this is you, I love you too. We didn't have the close bond a lot of brothers have, but I still loved you. But clearly, I loved you a lot more than you loved me. I know you won't care when you read this, and I hope you don't. I hope you keep going on, taking care of our people and land. Enjoy Spain, I was never good enough for him anyway. Do me a favor. When you're done reading this, go up to my bedroom. There's something on the bed for you.
To anyone else who finds this...arrivederci.'
New tears burned in his eyes, falling onto the paper. Letting the paper flutter to the ground, he stood up and glanced over to his brother, finally cracking and leaning down, using two fingers to slide Romano's eyes shut. He couldn't look at him right now...
Shuffling up the stairs, holding back heavy sobs, he headed for Romano's room. Pushing the door open, his eyes widened at the sight laying on the bed.
It was a beautiful painting, of Romano and himself smiling under the shade of a large tree. He picked it up gently, as though it would shatter in his grip, and looked into the bottom-right hand corner. In loopy handwriting, it said:
RLV
'F-fratello...painted this? For me? I..didn;t even know he could paint that well...'
Finally he broke. He set the painting down gently before falling to his knees and releasing his pent up sobs into his hands and curling into a ball, whispering 'Lovi...' repeatedly.
He sobbed heavily, beginning to hyperventilate and clutching at his chest. He laid down on the floor, shaking with tears, and closed his eyes, laying there and doing nothing but crying. What else could one do when he found out he was one of the main reasons his own brother, his own flesh and blood, killed himself?
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Wow. This was cruddy. I cried a bit, though. :(
Spain next, and boy, will that be one long freaking chapter.
You know, this was originally going to be a oneshot. Now it is apparently a threeshot on accident. Funny how things happen like that.
Review! I'd love to hear what you have to say! The reviews keep me going! I'd like to personally thank L-chan the great. Bahaha...I wrote the first bit all like, "End it fluffily...fluff...fluffyyyyy...oh. Suicide. Blegh, too lazy of a writer to rewrite that. Looks like it's a sad bit." And thanks to the other reviewers! :)