Romano sat in the meeting room quietly and stared at the floor, his eyes dulled with sadness. He missed the flirty spaniard who always poked his sides during times like this. He missed his friend who always managed to make him smile, even in the darkest of times.
Feliciano watched his brother struggle to hold in his tears from across the table. Soon, he saw the glint of water as his tears landed onto his lap. At times like this, everybody knew that it was best to leave him alone. Suddenly, Romano stood up and stormed towards the exit, letting a few muffled sobs escape from his trembling lips. Italy wanted to go after him, but he knew he would only push him away.
Romano clenched the door handle of his car and swung the door open as wide as possible, then climbed into the cramped front seat, turning the key as he wiped his puffy, red eyes. By the time he got to his destination, the sun was already beginning to descend, yet he still walked over to the tree at the top of the hill. Soon enough, the small outline of a grave came into view, and Romano began to tear up even more when he saw a flower crown placed atop of it.
He stood in front of the headstone for a few seconds before dropping to his knees and letting out a gasp for air. "Why, damn it? It's your fault for dying, you stupid bastard!" He yelled as he pounded his hand onto the grass.
"I never even got to ask you..." He whispered as he reached into his pocket, revealing a silver ring with two words etched into the side:
Ti Amo.
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Sad/random Hetalia
FanfictionHaha. Yep. The time has come to read sad, heart wrenching, depressing, or whatever the fuck you want to call it fanfics. Or if you want to, skip to a really random crack chapter. I really don't give a fuck. (Also, updates are very, very slow.)
