hetalia || our last summer

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Two hands laced together, a pale hand and a tanned hand, belonging to two different people. The pale man had white hair and red eyes, often in baggy clothes and didnt seem to worry about what he wore, his cocky personality freaked people out but one person, the tanned man holding his hand. This man was a brunette with green eyes, he was a fashionable person who would always try to get the albino to dress better but failed, the hot head that so many people wouldn't try to anger which somehow got the Albino to love him more. The Albino was named Gilbert Beilschmidt, he was Prussian. The brunette was named Lovino Vargas and he was Italian. The only problem between the two was this was the last day they would be together. Gilbert was going to a war in his home country while Lovino wasn't, he was staying in Italy with his brothers. 

The day before before the two spend it by using each others imagination, kinks and many other things to make their day be pleasurable for the last full day they would be together. But the next day the two were busy just hugging and cuddling, small kisses and nuzzles. Gilbert for once didn't want to go to war, wanting to stay with the Italian but knew he couldn't.  

Lovino for once didnt mind being close to someone, the breaths of the Prussian and the heart beat as they hugged each other close on the couch, Lovino on top of Gilbert, cuddled close into his chest, half the day was already gone before Gilbert had to leave. Gilbert sighed, running his hand through the Italians hair, enjoying the silence for once before Lovino got up.  

"Where are you going?" Gilbert said, blinking at the Italian suddenly getting up as the Italians gaze was away from him.  

"Somewhere..."  

"Where...?" The Prussian got up and looked worried and what would be wrong.  

"...I think we should break up..." The Italian let out a small sigh and looked away, his arms crossed across himself before the Prussian blinked.  

'Lovino wants to break up with me? Why? When did he decide this? Is there someone else?' Gilbert let many bad things run through his head. "Why...?"  

"Because... I can't do this... You're going to be in a war while I'm here doing nothing... I won't be able to help you ... I'll be useless... And alone...."  

Gilbert never thought that far once again. He looked down, still in hurt and pain.  

"Fine... See you then... Lovino..." Gilbert sighed before walking out of the Italians house to his brothers, locking himself in the basement where he lived before letting himself cry, he tried so hard not to cry that it was hard to let them slip. Gilbert was going to ask Lovino to marry him before he went to war. 

Lovino stayed standing in the one spot, his eyes slowly going to the ground as tears started to fall down his face and fell to the ground. He felt so stupid for letting the Prussian go but he knew he had to, the Italian couldn't stand knowing he was alone. 

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((Hello this is LoviBeilschmidt  

I'm not sure if I should leave this as a oneshot or make it a bit longer, please tell me what you want!!))