This story contains swearing, death and suicide. For those who continue reading enjoy.
He knew his time was running out, as more and more blood spilled from his body, the less time he had, he knew, I knew it, France knew it, we all knew it.
"L-Lovi, d-don't look so stressed, i-it's nothing, r-really" Antonio chuckled weakly, pressing his hands a little harder against the bullet wound through his abdomen, his usually tanned skin now pale and lifeless, he was running out of time.
"D-don't... D-don't fucking l-lie to me bastard!" I sobbed, trying my hardest to stop the bleeding, my efforts proving to be futile.
"L-Lovi, I-I'm not..."
"S-Shut up, y-your last words to me b-better not be a fucking lie bastard" I interrupted him, we all knew he wasn't going to make it and be fucked if his last words to me were going to be an empty promise or a lie! He looked like he was about to protest but stopped, his false smile dropping, revealing how terrified he actually was.
"I know, t-then I'll make sure my last words are the truth then" he coughed, removing a hand from his wound so he could cup my face with it.
"B-bastard make sure they are" I grumbled, blushing at the contact despite the situation at hand. Antonio took a shaky breath and moved my face so I was looking at him, his eyes still burned a bright green despite the amount of blood he was losing.
"Te amo Lovi" he admitted weakly, his voice only just over a whisper. He couldn't be serious could he? This was only because we were here, if he wasn't dying he wouldn't have said that would he?
"B-Bastard I said no lies" I cried, though making no attempts to move from his touch.
"Lovino listen to me, I'm not lying, I love you, I have for a while now, I promise this is the truth" he assured, wiping away a few stray tears from my cheek.
"B-bastard, y-you decide t-to tell me this now" all my emotions were becoming too much, I couldn't control them.
"I'm sorry Lovi, I'm so sorry" he apologised, a few tears beginning to fall down his pale cheeks.
"D-Don't cry bastard, please don't cry b-because I love you too" I admitted, Prussia finally returning with a bandage, the shaky albino handing it to me quickly.
"Y-you do?" he asked seeming to be completely taken back by my confession.
"Y-yes bastard, I-I do, I love you, I have for a very long time" I admitted shamelessly, wrapping the bandage tightly around the bullet wound, I didn't care if he knew, I should have told him this earlier, much earlier. Antonio was silent while I wrapped the bandage, my eyes focusing on the task at hand and not on his face or his hand that still sat weakly against my cheek, my eyes remaining downcast even once the bandage was wrapped and secured.
"Lovi" Antonio finally spoke, a hint of concern in his voice that managed to gain my attention.
"W-what?" I finally looked up to see what else he wanted to say only to have his face right in front of mine and his lips locked onto my own. I froze up, my brain unable to comprehend what the actual fuck was happening for a few seconds, leaving me sitting there like a fucking idiot until Antonio's thumb brushed across my cheek, bringing me back to reality, the second he did I returned the kiss, the kiss remained sweet and gentle due to Antonio not having a lot of energy but it was nice none-the-less.
"I was hoping you'd kiss back" he chuckled weakly after pulling away, resting his forehead against mine.
"O-Of course I'd fucking kiss back bastard" I snapped, I knew I was blushing like mad.
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FanfictionA bunch of hetalia one shots I've written, some are longer than others, some stories contain sexual themes, self harm, death and most contain swearing (obviously for Romano's colourful language). You have been warned, and of course I don't own any o...