Hetalia Couples! (Finished)

The End (RoMerica)

:3 Guess the song/Artist/album, Oui?~

If You Marry Me

Lovino Vargas hated McDonalds. But his boyfriend of two years loved it, unfortunately. They had eaten there for he past week or so, Lovi only getting cuddles in return for his poor stomach, until the "Hero" brought home something different.

"Taco Bell? Really Bastardo? That's-a not even what-a real taco tastes-a like!" Lovino snapped as soon as Alfred F. Jones plopped the bag and drink holder on the kitchen table of their small apartment.

"Hey! I tried! Variety!!!!!!" Al replied, hastily setting up dinner. The blondes hands sweat, his everlasting grin hiding his nervousness. Lovi sat down as Alfred sat across from him, tacos already opened and packets of sauce lay on the table.

"Pass me the-a hot sauce...." Lovi said. Al tried to hide his smile as he slid it over to him. It was going perfectly.

"OI! Burger bastard look! It-a says-"

"Will you marry me?" Lovino dropped the packet and looked up, his dork kneeled there. A ring reflecting the lights above them. His face heated and water works blossomed,

"SI!"

Would You Burry Me?

The black clad family drove silently, a coffin was lowered into the newly churned soil. The dark colored box covered in an American flag. The roses fell like the tears of the widow left behind. A little girl walked to the coffin, sapphire blue eyes looking upon it. Her pale fingers entwined with her fathers as her other one held an old figurine.

"Daddy's not coming home....Is he?" Lovino gulped down another sob as his daughters frail voice ask that. He leaned down and met his daughters gaze.

"Your father isn't coming home. He's i-in a happier place," The rain fell like the lies laid before him, "But he'll a-always love us-" His own sobs escaped his throat. His daughter, to young to understand at the time brushed her fathers tears away before kissing his nose and turning back to the coffin.

"I'll take care of Moma, okay daddy?" She looked down to the figurine, "He always was your favorite Huh, Daddy? How about I give him to you so we can play again when I see you!" She smiled softly and gently dropped the figurine into the coffin.

"Your still my hero dad! Now you won't be alone!"

Would You Carry Me, To The End?

The fragile Italian lay in the hospital bed, the faint beeping of his heart and his daughters talking ringing in his ears. A smile graced his features as she talked of his grandkids, how they were in the spelling bee and how one always kept getting in trouble for "Cussing out his teachers"

He looked up towards the white ceiling, eyes immediately widening. His brothers, his grandpa, all stood there reaching out for him. A familiar voice rang above all the rest,

"Cmon Lovi. Let's go home."

Extra~ Ten years later

"Moma? What's for dinner?" Jane whined, sitting at the table impatiently. Her brother, Steve glaring at his game as he furiously Played it.

"Well it is taco Tuesday!" The kids cheered as she finally brought out the bags of food and set them out. Stomachs rumbling they wasted no time to chow down, she laughed slightly and watched them.

Looking in her bag something caught her eye as she pulled it out her eyes widening with tears, taped to one of the packers of hot sauce said a note.

Thanks for Capt. Sweetheart, wouldn't have found your MOMA without him. Be safe, Sugar, and don't worry. Because the hero always watches. Ps: Ti Amo, You've raised your kids well....UH...that's it. TI Amo. Bye. ~We think you know.