Title: Betrayed

Pairing: Germany x South Italy

Rating: T for Lovi's mouth (which is a sexy beast- RAWR)

"So!" Carmen said excitedly, pulling Romano toward the man's apartment. "What are we going to do?"

"What do you mean...?" Romano asked, feeling a blush creep from his cheeks to his ears, then down his neck, and possibly the rest of his body.

"I mean, what should we do? Is your brother home?" she asked. There was a mischievous glint in her eye that made Romano's heartbeat go straight to his... ah... toe... nails.

"U-um, yeah, he i-is," Romano stammers, looking away from Carmen's perfect green eyes, with their long, dark lashes. Her hair frames her face perfectly, and, even though she's wearing casual clothes, she looks like some sort of princess or something. Well, maybe not to other people, but Romano is seeing her through a haze of love, and he can't help but think that she looks gorgeous.

"Oh. Well, we might as well go in anyway!"

If Romano had been paying better attention, he would have noticed the way Carmen's eyes lit up as he told her that his brother was inside. As it was, he was staring off into the distance, and noticed nothing but the warm sensation of Carmen's tanned hand as she pulled him inside his shared apartment.

He and Carmen sat down on the couch in his and his brother's shared living room. They decided to watch a movie, and Carmen picked out Thor, which Romano could respect, because it was pretty much fantabulous.

Once the movie is over, Carmen says she has to go to the bathroom before leaving. Romano, for once, trusts someone enough to not check that they're with his brother, which is exactly what they're doing.

He cleans up the living room, then goes to the kitchen to begin making dinner. Carmen comes out a few minutes later, leans in to give him a kiss on the cheek, and then leaves.

She smells rather like Feliciano's cologne. Huh. That's weird.

Actually... that's really weird. And why was she gone so long? What was she doing in the bathroom for that long? Nearly half an hour... why would she need to be in there for half an hour?

Romano creeps slowly down the hall to his brother's door. He moves slowly to it, finding that it's open just a crack. He reaches a hand forward, suddenly nervous, and pushes it gently open to find his brother- his own brother -straightening out his clothes and flattening his hair.

"Feli, what are you doing?" he asked slowly, narrowing his eyes suspiciously. Feliciano jumped, turning around guiltily.

"Ah, f-fratello, um, what are you, um... why are you here?"

"You... and... and Carmen... you were..."

"Wh-what? What do you mean-"

"YOU WERE... YOU ARE... ARE YOU...? MY OWN... MY OWN BROTHER."

"I-I'm not doing anything, Lovino, don't jump to conclusions-"

"NOT DOING ANYTHI- HOW ABOUT MY GIRLFRIEND, HUH?!" Lovino felt tears in his eyes, but he was too furious to cry.

"I'm... not doing her, we were just having a friendly conversation-"

Lovino didn't wait to hear the end of it. He turned and ran from the room, feeling sad, but feeling too angry to even feel his sadness. He couldn't believe... he couldn't believe. Of course, he had always known that his brother got everything and everyone Lovino ever even showed a slight interest in- it was just the way the world worked -but for once, just once in his life he had thought he had had something that was his, his alone, and then Feliciano had come and ruined it all. Of course. Like usual.

Lovino raced out of the apartment entirely, wanting to get as far away from his brother as possible, but before he could even get out the door he had crashed straight into Louise Beilschmidt, and her big... um... chest... al... area.

He took a couple steps back to balance himself out, and then they stared at each other for a long moment. Things were not particularly good between them. Lovino hated Louise, and Louise... well, Lovino didn't know whether she hated him or not, but he figured she did, after the way he had treated her.

"Um... is Feliciano here-" Louise began, but Lovino silenced her with furious words: "Don't even fucking talk to that asshole, he's not good enough for you, and that's saying something!"

He scooted past her down the stairs, feeling like he either wanted to kill someone or jump off of a bridge. Which almost amounted to the same thing.

It was just... he had trusted Feliciano. He never trusted anyone, especially not his perfect, spoiled brother, and then, when he had finally forced himself into it, he had been brutally betrayed.

"Hey...! Lovino, wait for me!" He heard footsteps behind him, and turned around to find Louise, her short blonde hair billowing about in the wind, her pale face, with it's harsh lines, looking... actually, a little angelic in the sunlight.

"What do you want, stupid?" he asked as she came up next to him. She was taller than him, and it bugged him to no end. He glanced away from her so that she wouldn't see the angry flush on his cheeks, though it probably did no good at all.

"What happened between you and Feli?"

"Feli!" Lovino spat vengefully, glaring at her. "He doesn't deserve a name so fucking cute, the little whore."

She frowned at him. "Why is he a whor-"

"He's fucking my girlfriend, that's why!" And nooooow the tears came, bubbling up from his chest to his throat, his nose, his eyes. His whole body felt tight with sadness, and he hated it.

"He's... fucking your... But...!" a stricken look crossed her face, and then she whispered, "I thought that we had something..."

"He was my own fucking brother," Lovino said, voice shaking. "I thought I could trust him to keep his dirty mitts off of Carmen... and Carmen, oh, fuck her, she knew exactly what she was doing, get the both of us brothers feeding out of the palms of her hands! Fuck them both! I hope they have a nice time in hell! Ciao!"

He stood there, breathing heavily, until the anger left his system almost completely. Soon, he was feeling a sadness so thick and intense it felt like a blanket. He couldn't breathe.

"...Want to go drown our sorrows?" At first Lovino thought that Louise was being sarcastic, but then he heard the tired irony in her voice and realized that she was just as lonely as he was right now.

"...Sure." he said, and he... he sort of smiled at her. It was a tired, sad little smile, but it was still a smile.

She smiled back.

A/N In the words of Jack Sparrow, I WASH MY HANDS OF THIS NONSENSE. *jumps off ship* ((OH MY GOD! I FORGOT THAT THAT WOULD WORK IN THIS CONTEXT! XD))

Concept brought to you by StarFire67

Can someone explain to me how this story has fourteen favorites and follows and yet almost on hundred reviews?

(Btw, one hundredth reviewer will get a prize, I guess. Sorry to the last person I promised a prize to... it... I'm WORKING on it! DX)