These are drabbles, if anyone wants to know. After my sister ran into some trouble with an angry reviewer I decided to put this diclaimer in.

I DO NOT OWN HETALIA. GOD!

It's been forever, hasn't it? Well, I have no internet. I wrote this little thing while listening to music and watching my sisters (who happened to be cosplaying as Canada and S. Italy and playing Just Dance 4...and then America, Canada's significant other's other pissed Canada off, and it was a big old mess. But it was good fic material, ve~? If any of you are going to NakaCon, look for me! I am being both a lolita and Feliciano, so feel free to talk to me! (I'll be hanging with my friend Steampunk Fiona, so I shouldn't be too hard to spot XD) Enjo~(And this song, the vocals suck)

On the way home,

This car is my confession

I think tonight I'll take the long way

A Sharp Hint Of New Tears

By Dashboard Confessional

Lovino played with his curl, a habit he didn't let anyone but Antonio see, bored out of his mind. Antonio had ran off somewhere or another, leaving Lovino with a kiss on the forehead and a reminder to do his chores. Lovino had muttered at him dangerously, but had done his chores all the same. He truly did love Antonio and would do anything to make him happy. Not that he'd ever let that bastard know. In front of him, he had his brother's cook book open, trying to decide what to cook dinner...Damn it all, there was nothing interesting to do! Lovino groaned and rolled over, holding his knees to his chest, hair fanning out around him on the bed. Sighing, he decided that he'd just see if Antonio had any errands for him to run, posted on the fridge.

He poured himself a glass of sweet red wine, deciding that it was never too early to drink. On the fridge, there was a grocery list, a note about picking up the dry cleaning, and something about dropping of some letters at the post office. There wasn't much else for Lovino to do that day, unless he wanted to visit his brother...which honestly didn't sound the least bit appealing. While at the market, he might be able to pick up a new novel, or stop by the river and pick some fresh flowers for the vase in the kitchen, maybe some wild Spanish roses.

"Lovino, te amo, mi amor. Never leave Boss Spain, alright"

Lovino remembered the days spent by the river, laying in the beds of orange and red roses, wrapped in Antonio's arms. The sky had always shone a bright blue on those days, and Lovino loved them. They were getting fewer and fewer as a war loomed. Their leaders tried to keep it from the people, but the situation was turning drastic. No amount of lies would cover it up; a war was coming, and it would tear the world in two. If there was one left. Most countries tried to ignore it, but Antonio wasn't going to risk anything. Lovino sighed. As much as his brother was an irritating bastard, he really cared for him, and Feliciano loved him with a fierce passion that was only rivaled by Antonio's. He'd never let Italy fall, even if it killed him. He already had preparations in place, as it were.

Lovino pulled on a button up shirt, grimacing as he remembered the other night. He had tried to undo Antonio's shirt, and got caught on the last button. And not just for a second. He had struggled so long that Antonio had began to laugh at him and unbuttoned it himself.

"Lovino..." Tanned hands caught Lovino's, and Antonio pressed a kiss to his lips.

Lovino blushed at the memory, grabbing an umbrella before he left. The newscaster spoke of rain today, and he didn't want to get too wet. He locked the door behind him, looking up at the sky. It was definitely going to rain today. The clouds were already moving in. Keys in hand, he walked to the car, watching the sky with uneasy eyes. They were dark and full, ready to release their torrents of fury upon the land. It was going to be powerful, alright. The keys jangled in his hands as he made his way to his car, tossing them up and down. While his brother enjoyed his bright red Ferrari, Lovino enjoyed driving the slick black jaguar. It drove smooth and hummed beautifully underneath him as he drove it. It chirped at him as he unlocked the door, sliding into the driver's seat. The car started with no protest, and he drove out of the driveway and turned on to the side road, planning on going to the little farmer's market not too far away. The dry-cleaning didn't need to be picked up until tomorrow at noon, so he could spend the entire day shopping and slip the letters into the box outside the post office. He subconsciously nodded to himself to affirm this plan. Out the corner of his eye, he noticed the wide brimmed hat that Antonio wore to block out the sun when they picked tomatoes. Lovino smiled to himself, before replacing his scowl on his face. Stupid bastard was in his car.

The market wasn't extremely busy, much to Lovino's delight. Most people had cleared out, probably due to the approaching storm, though quite a few still remained, buying this and, that, talking with shopkeepers. There were vague shouts of Buenas Tarde! as people greeted one another with hugs and loud voices. It was a song to Lovino that he loved. It was the voice of Espana, of Antonio. Lovino walked amongst the humans, happy to mingle with them. He stopped by a fruit vendors stall, looking among them, looking for some mangoes, papaya, and other fruits so that he could make a fruit salad with dinner, also picking up whatever was on the list. Naturally, tomatoes were, though Antonio had a garden that already had the best in the country. Picking up the various items, he decided to buy some spices as well. He was conversing with a stall vendor about the weather, and how crops were growing when the smell of rain reached him. Looking up, he noticed it'd start raining at any moment. Luckily, Antonio's hat was good for more than blocking out the sun. He swung his arm up and placed the wide brimmed hat on his head, getting a laugh from the stall vendor.

"Muy rico." she giggled, fluttering her lashes. The woman was well into her thirties and was obviously joking (and married, judging by the ring on her finger), but Lovino blushed anyway. He nodded and muttered his thanks. He scuttled off hurriedly, not paying attention to where he was going, which led him down an alley that he didn't no existed. He swore, realizing in his hurry, he had gotten himself lost. Buildings rose on every side of him, reaching up to the cloud laden sky. He narrowed his eyes, hefting his produce. He still needed to go by the supermarket to get some things you couldn't buy in the open air market. Which meant that he needed to find his way home, and soon. He had just began to walk the way he thought he had came, when he heard low sobbing. Lovino furrowed his eyebrows and followed the sound, forgetting about finding his way out of the labyrinth of buildings.

He was blond and looked a lot like Alfred, which immediately pissed off Lovino, and eh was about to give the Western country a piece of his mind...but then he realized there was something different. Alfred didn't cry. And whoever this twin of the egotistical country was had purple eyes, not the iconic blue. The glasses on his face were cracked, and tears were streaming down his face, leaving tracks.

"Hey." Lovino said, placing his stuff on the ground. The man looked up.

"Feliciano?" It was hopeful, yet was broken like he expected it to be a dream. Lovino would have been angry at the comparison, but he didn't know who the blond bastard was either.

"Hell no. I'd kill myself I was that bastard." There was a sniffling sound and the man seemed to be on the verge of crying.

"Y-you must be Lovino then." Lovino rose an eyebrow.

"You know who I am?" Lovino asked, kneeling beside him.

"F-Feli talks about you all the time." he gave him a smile. Lovino snorted.

"And who are you?"

"I'm Alfred's brother, Matthew." he said quietly, hiccuping. Lovino pursed his lips. Yes, he was that American bastards brother, but he couldn't leave him out here. He held out a hand and Matthew took it, shaking. In the process of helping him stand, Lovino tugged a little too hard, and Matthew flew up and into his arms. Unfortunately, he did not let go, sobbing into Lovino's shirt. Lovino stood there, confused. What on earth was the man doing?

"What the hell..you're getting my shirt wet, you bastard!" Lovino fumed. "Why are you crying? Get off of me!" Matthew backed away, blushing on top of crying.

"H-he just left me. I-I thought he loved me..and he just.." more broken sobs. Unsure what to do, Lovino took the shaking man back in his arms.

"Who?" he asked, gently hugging the man. It's not like anyone was watching him."

"F-francis." Lovino growled.

"That French bastard? He's a perverted idiot." Matthew continued crying, clutching to Lovino's shirt. Lovino rubbed soothing circles into Matthew's back, like Antonio did when he was upset. It seemed to slow down the tears a bit. "Don't worry about him. I mean, you can find someone better. In fact anyone is better then Francis."

"W-we've just been together so long. It's hard to imagine my life without him." Matthew sniffed, looking up at Lovino, letting go of his shirt. Then he took of his glasses, looking at the cracked lens. He folded them up and put them in his shirt pocket.

"Bastard move, I'd say." Lovino muttered. "Leaving you alone in a country you don't know." Matthew nodded. "I'll take you back to Antonio's house and we'll call my brother up to come get you." Oh well, he'd have to get the rest of his things later. Thunder crashed above them, and Lovino flinched. He didn't like thunder. "Let's go. I don't think we'll make it back to the car before it fucking rains, but we have to give it a shot at least." Matthew nodded, and Lovino picked up his things.

"I can carry some, if you want." Lovino handed him the bag with the fresh bread.

"Keep it fuckin' dry, or I'll shove it down you're throat, understood?" Matthew nodded, eyes wide. Lovino looked at the stones, watching how the brickwork was laid. Antonio mentioned that the roads here were built brick-by-brick, so there was a pattern to them. If he figured it out, they could get back to the market (and the car). Catching an oddity out the corner of his eye, he followed it, priding himself on finding it. They nearly made it to the car before the rain was unleashed upon them. Only a few feet away, the torrential downpour started, causing Lovino to make a full-out run towards the car, clicking the button to unlock the doors. Lovino tripped over a cobblestone but caught himself flinging his door open. Matthew darted behind, quickly entering the passenger side door. "What the hell was that?" Lovino muttered. "It was like I was back in England." Flashes of World War II flashed through his mind, and he shook it to clear them. "I hated the weather in England." Matthew was shaking, taking calming breath.

"Have you ever been in love?" Lovino nodded at Matthew's question warily. "Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up." Matthew clutched at his chest, new tears springing to the corner of his eyes. "You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid hoser, no different from any other stupid hoser, wanders into your life..." his gaze softened as he let his hand fall in his lap and he looked at it like it was the most interesting thing in the world. "You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart." Matthew sniffled. "It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love." Lovino pursed his lips.

"I hate to say I disagree." Matthew looked at Lovino, who kept a straight face. "I love Antonio, bastard that he is, and he loves me..or he says he does." he didn't voice his own concerns. "If you find someone who you love, and loves you back..." he sighed. "What the fuck am I saying. Just find someone else and move on Matthew. The bastard isn't worth your tears, okay?" Matthew looked up at Lovino, big purple eyes sad, but he understood what Lovino was saying.

"I guess." he hugged his arms to himself. Lovino brushed a stray tear away, before quickly withdrawing his hand. Matthew giggled. "You're more like your brother then you admit."

"I can make you walk." Lovino started the car, even though Matthew was snickering at him. Western countries. No respect for anyone. Looking at the now smiling Canadian, Lovino rolled his eyes, turning on to a dirt road. Tonight, he'd take the long way, and show Matthew why he loved Espana, and Antonio, and maybe..just maybe..he might make a friend.

Did you like it? I hope you did. Kind of weird...but hey.