Romano speaks here.Spain speaks here.Veneziano speaks here.~/=+=/~
He was always overshadowed by his younger brother. It was the law of the world ever since their creation.
It was strange because he knew a little bit about human custom, and it was almost always the other way around. It was the older brother with the talent and abilities, and the younger brother that had nothing more than a goal and dream. But someone had been cruel on him, for it was the brother who had everything: cooking, painting, singing, even looks.
Feliciano Vargas, the man that he could've been.
It wasn't like he cared for it at first...the key word here being
at first. Once he was under the care of the rather annoying Spaniard known as Antonio, that's when he knew that it was going to haunt him. First, it was watching him bargain with the damn Austrian to switch Italians. Then it was their independance, when Antonio didn't seem to mind letting him go. Once all the wars were out of the way and the 21st Century lazily rolled in, Antonio was showering the Italian b*****d with love.
Sometimes, right in front of him too.
Like he could care less that he was caring for the man he never raised.
It was almost like he regretted having Lovino all these years.
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Why the hell am I here?He always found himself wandering in Spain whenever he was invited by Antonio. Him and his ***** love. He was such a tomato b*****d that he was more than willing to put his hands over him whenever Feliciano wasn't around. And ever since his brother began going out with potato b*****d
(curse that man to hell), Antonio has been asking for his presence even more now.
Almost like he was his silver medal.
"You're always such a cutie, Italy~!""Ve~~~"A rusty, flaky, tainted silver medal.
How he wanted to start cursing him out now. But then again, why was Lovino in Spain to begin with, when he knew that was the reason why Antonio called him here? Was it because he had nothing better to do? Or was it because he secretly wished that it was something else that called him here?
"Hey, look at that. Newcomer."Great, just what he needed. Human muggers. He was about to turn his head when he felt a gun barrel on the side of his head. But he stood his ground. He wasn't going to start crying here, in front of total strangers. Nations, sure. Humans? Hell no. Nothing a human can do can hurt him. That much he knew.
"Do you know where you are, boy?""No. And like I ******** care.""OhohOH! It's an Italian! Nice!"
"You wouldn't happen to have any euro on you, huh?""Dead broke, b*****d. Now leave me alone."The gun clicked out of safety, but Lovino didn't care. He's been shot before. Sure, it hurts. But it feels more like someone pinched him or heck, punched him really hard. Even with a bullet, he could still walk away perfectly fine and wait for the bullet to fall out. He'll have to do it at Antonio's house cause humans seeing it is a little traumatizing, but still...
Then again, the last time he's been shot at was the last world war.
"Maybe you haven't heard us correctly. You have any euro on you?""Maybe you haven't heard ME correctly. I'm about as broke as I wil ever be. I spent the last of my money on a plane ticket here, and I'm staying here for a while. So now that THAT has been said, leave me the ******** alone."There was a moving gun sound, and then a loud boom. Lovino felt the pain in his leg, feeling it like it was a punch like he was used too. But suddenly it felt even worse than that: the punch turned into a nail gun, the nail gun became a black mamba, the poison erupting from the snake's venom...
"Now you got nowhere to run."Since when do gunshots started to hurt like crap? They never started hurting like this before...
"Go to hell...b*****d..."Another gunshot ran out, and blood shot out of his side. The pain was now becoming unbearable, but that wasn't the only thing that was making Lovino worry. He was supposed to have healed by now. What was going on...?
s**t...don't tell me I'm actually dying here...Italy Romano was, nonetheless, half a country. The Republic of Italy was now fully united, no more need for two halves of a country that was now one...geez, even in technical terms he wasn't wanted by anyone.
Someone was screaming and it sounded like an argument, but he didn't care. He had fallen to his side, the pain more than he could bear. Great, he was actually dying here. All before he could see anyone that he might've remotely cared about.
No...that isn't right. He cared about them.
He cared about every single one of them.
Maybe more than what his immortal soul can handle.
Maybe that's why he was dying.
God, he sounded so sappy right now.
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Someone was picking him up.
Maybe it was his grandfather, bringing him to heaven.
He wanted to see God, now that he thought about it.
The only man in this universe that truly loved him...
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"Lovino...mio dio...""...An...Antonio...""Please do not die on me...please, mi tomate...""I'm...sorry..."I...truly am...
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