Alright, so I decided that this wouldn't be a one-shot, it'll be a two shot.
It's all thanks to Risingstar13720 who gave me the idea to make another half, just in Feliciano's POV. I obviously thought it was a good idea, so I did. It was harder to make in Feliciano's point of view though because last night's was just a ramble and I was tired.
Now it's 8:47 in the morning and I'm not as tired.
Lovino: But you still have Field Hockey-
SHUT YOUR MOUTH!
I don't own Hetalia! :D
Anyway, hope you like the second installment of Fade.
He never thought this day would come.
He never thought that he'd be losing his brother.
His other half.
The brunette could see his brother, who was in so much pain. His body shook and he squeezed at his chest, his heart.
"Fratello? What's wrong?"
He could feel the pain coming from his brother, they were connected after all. It was unimaginable, the hot burning sensation that shot through his heart.
"I-I'm fucking fine."
That was a terrible lie. It was so obvious that he wasn't. Why would he like to his brother? The one that loved him the most? He could tell that Lovino was struggling to breath, his voice was so quiet and torn, like someone had gone in and ripped apart his vocal cords.
He placed a hand on his brother's shoulder, trying to keep the wavering country still and upright so he wouldn't fall. "L-Lovino, you look pale. Do you want Toni to lay you down somewhere?"
It was causing a commotion.
The other nations came in to see what the Southern part of Italy's problem was. He was disrupting the world meeting that they were in. Everyone grew louder as they talked.
Lovino shook his head.
"You obviously aren't well, Lovino. Just let us take you somewhere to rest. We are in a meeting after all; we would all like to finish up here." Ludwig tried to say softly.
He could tell his brother was annoyed by both of their voices.
'Fratello….' He couldn't stand seeing his brother like this. In pain, agonizing pain.
He flinched back, letting go of his brother's shoulder, it had become so cold. Lovino had never been like this, he was always warm and tanned, not cold and pale.
He didn't know what to do when he fell to the floor, smashing into the tiles.
"Lovi!"
Poor Antonio, he wished that the Spanish nation knew what was going on. He wished that someone knew, that someone could tell him what was wrong.
His own voice broke up as he called out for his brother.
"Fratello!"
"Lovino…?"
An unknown voice, one that he barely registered in his own mind broke past him. It was almost begging for his brother to hear. …America?
"Frater…"
Oh god. His brother's voice. How could he even talk? It was hideous, yet beautiful as he spoke in his grandfathers Latin.
"Tantopere me paenitet…"
His head spun as he tried to translate. It had been forever since he'd last heard the language.
"Non possum esse hic… non amplius."
It clicked in his mind. He was sorry? He couldn't be here anymore? Why? Why did his brother have to leave, for what reasons have the gods decided to take him?
"No! Fratello, please! You can't leave me!"
Since when had his voice been so loud and demanding? He winced, tears washed over Lovino's face, tears!
"Paenite me, non protest. Non cum hoc mundo sunt."
"W-what? Fratello… there's always been two of us. How will I manage? How can I live without my Fratello!?"
He could see the smile etching onto his brother's paling lips. It scared him. Was he happy that he was dying? Was he happy about this entire ordeal?
"Ibi simper, en erit … Italiae unum."
He could see his brother disappearing. The glow from his arm telling him the truth. That his brother was fading, not really dying.
"Fratello…Ti amo. Ti amo!"
I love you. I love you!
"Te amo etiam Feliciano…"
He watched silently as his brothers body slowly disappeared, the golden flakes flying away on the wind. Tears trickled down his cheeks. The Southern Half of Italy was gone, his other half.
His brother.
"Ti amo!"
He wouldn't leave his spot; he stayed there on his knees, sobbing quietly. He was forced to leave though; Ludwig had called the meeting over.
The fading of a nation hurts everyone, even if you don't know them.
As he left, walking out of the conference room, something whispered in the back of his mind.
Ti amo troppo… Ti amo troppo!
Well, it's not as sad as the first chapter. I think I displayed the emotions a lot better.
That or it was me being tired. Meh, it could be both.
So, seriously, vote on my poll.
Please.
If you guys have any ideas for any of my stories, tell me. Until Salvami, il mio amore gets 50 reviews, I won't be doing jack shit for it. So, yeah…
Um… R and R I guess.