((Sorry for going way to long without updating, I've been really busy and actually forgot about Wattpad for a while... btw, sorry for my horrible writing skills. I'm editing the previous chapters to make them a bit better. This chapter is 3rd person pov Anyways, enjoy!))
Romano ran in the direction his brother had gone. Soon he found himself outside of the bathroom listening to the muffled sobs of Alfred and Feli comforting him.
"I'm sorry America for making you so upset. Its just that... I really love my fratello. And even though we can't be in a relationship. Can we.. be best friends?"
A sigh followed by some heavy, almost frantic breathing. "I g-guess. J-just know that I love y-you 'kay? And if doesn't work out with your bro.. I'll be here."
Really now? Who does America think he is? Stealing his fratello from him was never a good idea. Most countries knew how jealous he gets. Some from experiance, some from rumors. But as off now, Lovino was one boiling pot of jealous Italian waiting to blow.
He quickly ran away from the bathroom, his eyes also a bit teary from his jealous mind getting ahead of him. He heard a surprised gasp and Feli calling his name, but right now he didn't care. He needed to get home and calm his brain
Why is it always when something good happens, someone comes in to ruin it. First with Spain, then Prussia, now possibly my fratello! These thoughts clogged the Italian's mind his whole way home.
He got to the house, fumbled with the lock, and finally got to his room where he could sit and think about what just happend. This was all too confusing for Lovi, who was now crying into his Roman flag pillow. Why him? Why me? Why?
