Hello! Here is Chapter 5 like I promised! Hope you like it... because I rewrote it 3 times. Rate and Review(:

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Chapter 5: Donato Bello and Lovino Bello

"Lovino... This was my sons room." Alba whispered, adding emphasis on was. I could see tears well up in her eyes. I tried to comfort her how see comforted me a few hours ago.

"It's okay Alba, everything will be okay." I tried as I touched her cheek, flicking away escaped tears. She laughed, so it kinda worked?

She set me down on the couch, being gentle on my entire broken body, and sat down in front of me.

"Lovi..." Alba began.

'Spain used to call me that.' I thought quickly but pushed it aside.

"I don't think you will understand what I'm about to tell you." She admitted.

I frowned, how old does she think I am? I'm Italy! Oh wait... Alba is human. She thinks I'm human, so I think I'm about 6 or 7 years old in human years.

"I'll try to, Alba" I reassured her, trying to sound older than I appear to be.

She sighed, "Okay... So when I was about 25, I meet a wonderful, loving man and a few months later we got married. After I turned 26, I got pregnant and we had a beautiful baby boy named Donato. Donato was perfect! He was the sweetest thing ever, but it seemed like he was the only thing keeping us together after a while. One night, an argument we had at a restaurant, continued in the car. Donato was sleeping in the backseat. My husband was threatening that 'He'd drive the car off the road and kill us." but he only said those things because he was furious with me. After things calmed down, we said sorry and I love you... and," She stopped to wipe tears off her cheek, "And he... well he did crash, On accident, of course. The driver that crashed into us was drunk and the impact killed my baby boy. My husband began to have depression because he felt so guilty. A few weeks later, he crashed into a tree to commit suicide. I miss them so much, and now I'm all alone." She choked out, trying to hold back her tears.

I understood everything, but acted like any 'seven' year old human child would.

"Oh... I'm so sorry for whats happened to you, Alba." I said nonchalantly. I really felt for her though, so my statement was kinda true?

She laughed "I knew you wouldn't understand, Lovi. You're just a little to young. You'll understand when your older. Now, Let's get you ready for bed so we can go to the hospital early in the morning."

I grumbled. But agreed.

In the morning, we went straight to the hospital, but was half asleep the whole way there. When we arrived they inspected my whole body, but first started on my (maybe broken) wrist. My docter [Dr. Rossi] said I would need a cast because my wrist, was indeed, broken.

I picked a red one cause it reminded me of a tomato and I love tomatoes! But on the other hand they remind me of that stupid bastard that didn't want me.

'I don't even care about Spain anymore.' I lied to myself.

Dr. Rossi wrapped the gashes on my leg and arm. He told Alba how to rewrap them and clean then every once in a while, He said he was surprised I didn't 'take a turn for the worst' with all my blood loss, but I'm a nation, so I can't die! (But they don't know that.)

At the front desk, the lady asked for my medical records and stuff like that. Alba panicked and said my name was Lovino Bello. She also said that she just adopted me from a terrible agency that didn't give her any past medical records or important things like that. The stupid receptionist even believed her, too!

When we left the hospital, Alba took me to a Pizzeria. Then we went to get me clothes and other 'seven' year old child necessities.

The only downside of living with Alba is my stupid brother. When he gets older he will always be walking through Italy and since we live in a big city, he might find us! I'll just worry about this when I'm older.

I closed my eyes for 2 seconds and woke up to see I'd been asleep for and hour.

"So Lovi? How has today been?" Alba asked on the way home.

I rubbed my eyes and replied, "Really fun!" I blabbered on and on about how fun it was, acting like any normal child. Wait... I wasn't acting... I actually felt like a child!

When we got home Alba and I had a talk about where my room would be. She wanted me to stay in Donato's old room but I knew it'd be to hard on her, so I picked the guest room. We got a catalog and ordered stuff for my new room, and trust me, we got a lot if things.

Alba told me to take a bath before bed, so I changed out if my clothes and my journal (that I grabbed from my bag when i was running from Spain) had fallen out of my undershirt.

After I had my bath (and Alba had brushed my hair) I got my journal back out and read some things in it.

It was about Spain and I, over and over again. Reading it made me want to cry.

I just wanted to throw it into a bottomless pit.

Instead I wrote in it. I decided I'd write in it as much as I could. My first entry was about me, running away.

RUNNING AWAY!

That bastard didn't want me. He even asked Austria to trade us! I always hated when he was around Feliciano, but I didn't know why. He wanted my little brother instead of me, I couldn't take it anymore. I decided to leave and run away. I gave my little brother the watch Spain gave me, since he wanted him instead of me, and I left. I ran as much I could and slammed into a tree causing me to break my wrist and injure my leg and arm. I lost a lot of blood and forgot my bag. I just kept running though. That's when I found an Angel. Her name is Alba Bello. She is going through hard times but still took me in. She loves me and I love her. I don't even care about him. I want to forget that stupid bastard Spain.

-Lovino Vargis/Italy Romano/Lovino Bello

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