Alright. Here is a new chapter Loves! I know it has been a little while since I have updated this. But I have been busy XD
I do not own Hetalia.
Emerald eyes watched in worry as the nation of his affection walked into the house. He was soaked to the bone with almost no emotion on his face whatsoever. He had been gone for days with no trace of ever leaving.
Spain was an oblivious nation. Even he himself had to admit that. But when it came to Romano he tried very hard not to miss anything. To know everything. He truly did love his tomate after all.
But there was one thing that was beginning to be very obvious to the Spaniard. There was something wrong with Romano. He did not know what it was. But it was there. Right in plain sight. So, why couldn't Spain see it.
He knew that Romano had not been himself lately. His rude attitude performed half-heartedly. It was very unnerving. Spain did not know how to handle a Romano who was not feisty down to his very core.
He watched as the younger nation went and sat on the couch. Not giving Spain so much as a greeting. In fact the Spanish nation was sure the other had not even noticed that he was there. After all, he did not tackle him into a loving hug as soon as he entered the house.
Putting on his best and most cheerful smile Spain ran and jumped onto the couch. Determined to cheer up his little tomate. "Hola Roma~" he yelled. Wrapping his arms around said nation.
Romano gasped and then growled angrily. "Dammit Bastard! You cannot just sneak up on people like that!" He tried to get out of the idiots grasp. He was panicking and that was very clear to Spain. Romano could not bear to keep up the act just yet. He needed to get away.
Spain began to pout. "But Roma," he began to whine. "I missed you~ You were gone for so long."
"I was only gone for a couple days. We have been separated for far longer than that." The Italian rolled his eyes. Taking deep breaths as to not break down in front of his former caregiver.
Spain watched him carefully. But he still couldn't figure out what was wrong. Though he could tell Romano was acting he found that he had always done that before hand. But it felt different somehow. It was like the shield he had put up for centuries was beginning to crack.
It scared him. What was going to happen to his Roma when the shield finally crumbled? He did not know. He couldn't even think of an answer. But he knew the answer would be revealed to him soon enough.
Had Spain been a bit smarter he would have learned by now that the southern half of Italy was taking a turn for the worse. People were dying of some mysterious illness. Buildings that had no structural problems at all were crumbling. People were losing their jobs as the economy began to fail. The country of South Italy was dying.
Only three nations seemed to care enough to notice. Only three nations were smart enough to see the death that was coming shortly. But there was one nation who more than anything wanted to fix it all. But he knew that there was nothing he could do.
Italy sat on Germany's bed balling his eyes out. Germany held the small nation close. He too wished that he could do something. But there has never been a time when the death of nation was stopped. It was still a mystery as to why Prussia was still living amongst them.
"I need to help him Germany. He is my dear fratello," Italy cried out.
Germany sighed. "There is nothing we can do Italy. The only one who can stop the destruction of South Italy is the nation himself. And I do not see that happening. If you had seen the wounds he had-" he spoke up only to be interrupted by a wailing Italian.
Prussia could hear the hysterical Italian from his room. And He could only feel the same. Tears still streaming down his face. He too wanted to help. But he knew it was useless. It was clear that Romano no longer wished to live. He probably felt that he had nothing left to live for. Hell, Prussia had felt the same way after the unification of Germany.
But Prussia found that he still had people to live for. He had to live for his brother. He had to live for his best friends. He had to live for his love. But now. . .his love wanted to die. And he really did not know how to handle that. He had never lost someone he loved before. And he did not want it to happen now.
Romano sat next to Spain as they ate dinner. Spain was chatting animatedly about something. But Romano was not really listening. He stopped listening when he was sure that the Spaniard was too lost in his own world to notice.
He had other things on his mind. Things that seemed to be more important than tomatos and churros. He could not get Prussia's confession out of his mind. He could not get Spain's many, many . . . many confessions out of his mind either. The more he thought about it the more it seemed like a lie. He was sure that they were just playing a trick on him.
When that thought passed through his mind he felt more depressed than he had been feeling beforehand. It was true. No one loved him. His own brother probably did not even love him. It was a lie. They had all been lying to him for god knows how long. He suddenly felt utterly betrayed.
He could not help but to let the tears begin to fall down his face. It did not even matter that Spain was right there looking at him with a shocked expression. All he could do was run. Run into his room and lock the door. Not even hearing the pleas from the Spanish nation to stop. All he could hear were the voices in his mind.
"I am losing myself while I fall."
Alright there is the end of this chapter. I'm sorry if it seems a little all over the place. But I wanted to show how Romano's depression is affecting the others in his life.