Self-Inflicted Achromatic

I want to be a person who's like you, he thought as he stared at his brother. I want to be a person who's like 'me'. Though, if I wish, it'd be nice if I was. But then..

Would that really be me?

He watched as his brother smiled and hang-out with a lot of people while he just watched in the corner with jealousy and envy and cry. He hated this. He wanted to be like his brother. He dreamed of that since they were a child. His younger brother overshadowed him, which lead for the older one to depression and envy.

It's better if I just died. No one likes me anyway, he thought as he wiped a stray tear in his cheek. He walked away, trying to erase the scene he just watched a while ago.

What if I died, will someone get sad? Nah, no one wants me. If I just vanished? For sure they'll be delighted. But what if someone detested? No.. It's too good to be true..

He walked through the streets, then he noticed an abandoned building then looked up at it. He thought of something and climbed up to the rooftop. He didn't notice that a man was following him with worried look in his eyes.

They wouldn't know that I just vanished, since they didn't care about me. They will not change even if I was gone. I'm not going to lose things, since I didn't have things in the first place.

He walked to the edge of the rooftop slowly.

In my final hour, I hope someone out there will notice that I'm gone, and cry over me, he smirked. As if that will be true.

Suddenly, someone held his arm, causing him to stop. He slowly turned around, only to be met by a smiling face. His heart stopped as butterfly feelings fluttered around his stomach.

No.. No.. D-Don't smile..

"Roma, what are you doing here? It's dangerous if you went to the edge of the rooftop, you know," he said as he smiled at the younger nation.

"S-Spain.." he started to cry.

With you smiling like that, It'd be nice if there were no more reasons for me to say goodbye even if I was sad or wanted to vanish.

"Roma, there's no need to cry. I know that you wanted to vanish, but I'm here for you," he started to reach out for the younger nation, but the younger nation swatted his hand away.

"Shut up! As if you cared for me anyway! No one likes me, nor love me! So shut the fuck up, you don't know how I feel!"

"Roma, I know what are you feeling. That's why I'm here, helping not only you, I'm helping myself too," the older nation said, successfully enveloping the younger nation into an embrace.

He pushed him away.

"Roma, I love you. So don't try to vanish. You are my life. You are the reason behind this smile. I know you're not going to believe me, but you listen to me, whether you believe what I'm going to say or not," Spain said sternly, a frown appearing in his features.

Romano looked at him, trying to glare at him, but failing as he cried.

"I'm not capable in living, Spain! I'm just a shadow of my brother, I'm the second best. No one wants me-" Romano was cut off by a soft thing landed on his lips. Spain pulled away and hugged him.

"I like- no, I love you, Romano. I love you with all my heart, so don't think of saying goodbye, okay?" Spain kissed Romano's head and released him. He smiled at the younger nation.

Romano stared at him, tears flowing through his eyes, but it didn't stop a small smile spread like a butter on his face.

"There, you should smile! I don't like you being sad," Romano hugged him.

"Thank you.." he whispered at the other's chest.

Ti amo, Spagna..

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Finally! For after a two or three sad one-shots, I finally cried in this one.

The fangirl feels ;u;

Yes, Zio Romano is smiling at the pic in the multimedia.

There's also an audio of Self-Inflicted Achromatic of Zio Romano at the beggining <3