Warnings for: being chased, the fading of a nation, unsatisfactory tomatoes, crude language (AKA lots and lots of cursing), & mourning.
~~~~~Under the veil of darkness, a figure ran. He ran as far as he could, as fast as he could, he just needed to run. Run away. Before they.... Caught up.
The man, er-country, had not had a peaceful life. Couldn't he at least be granted this one thing? A peaceful death?
Finally, he arrived at his destination. A tomato field. He sprinted through the field, hidden further by the plants. After a while, he rested his back against a nearby tree. This was the place.
His chest heaved with the effort of running so far, and he slid down the trunk to the ground. A single ray of moonlight illuminated his face, revealing his tear stained cheeks.
He cried out in frustration, weakly banging his hands against the ground. "Why, dammit!" He shouted to no one in particular. "Why did we have to unify? Why did our boss decide one of us had to go? Why?!? TELL ME FUCKING WHY?!?"
Thanks to his screaming, a light clicked on in the house. "Shit." The country, Romano, cursed. "Damn... I shouldn't have been so fucking loud. Now I woke the tomato bastard up."
Romano shrugged to nobody in particular. "Oh, well," he resolved. "I'll probably be gone by the time he gets here."
Picking a tomato from nearby, he munched on it, closing his eyes. Damn, it was too bitter. He tossed it aside and grabbed another one, trying to distract himself. If he closed his eyes, he could feel it. The fading.
Every country had a time. For no country lasted forever. Romano's time, however, had come too soon. On the orders of his own boss.
"Roma?" A cheerful voice called out. "Roma, where are you? Why did you sound so upset?"
Romano merely continued munching on his tomato. Realizing he may finish it, he took a nearby rock and haphazardly scratched, "Bastard: I was here -I.R.," onto the bark of the tree.
Satisfied with his work, he leaned back, closed his eyes, and focused on fighting the fading.
For, you see, as much as he wanted to die, he also selfishly wanted to say goodbye. To say goodbye to at least one other, considering he had been too much of a coward to face Veniziano. Or, now, Italy. The one and only Italy.
He delayed the fading to another ten minutes away. That should be enough time for the idiot to find him.
He waited patiently for another eight minutes, before the gleam of a flashlight shined upon him. "Romano?" Spain whispered, almost afraid to believe that the crying, disappearing Italian was really there. That this wasn't a dream.
"Took you long enough," Romano scoffed, throwing the finished tomato into a pile. "I thought I was going to fade before you found me. Now that would suck."
Spain gaped. "...fade? You're fading?" He finally whispered, voice raw with emotion.
Romano pat the side next to him. "Yup, you heard me," he rolled his eyes, trying to hide the fear and pain hidden within them.
Spain ran to him, wrapping him up in his arms and holding him as close as possible. "Please... Please don't go!" Spain sobbed, tears falling into Romano's shirt.
Romano took another heaving breath, noticing with a shock that his lower body had already begun to fade. "Too late..." He murmured softly.
Spain's cries became louder as he held Romano even closer, as if hoping that would make him stay. "Try... Please, try to stay!"
Romano remained silent for a few more moments. "I am," he said honestly. "Not working, though."
In less than two seconds, his entire lower body had faded. Knowing his time had come, he smiled sadly at Spain. "Ciao, bastardo."
Spain's cries of utter agony filled the air, piercing the hearts of all who heard. He grasped at pure air, trying desperately to bring back what was no longer there.
And with that, Italy Romano was no more.
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Hello, everyone. I haven't seen you all in a while. How are things? Sorry, bad timing. So. Good? Bad? Constructive criticism? Still not taking requests. Sorry! Bai~~Weirdanimewriter out!
Characters: Romano & Spain
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