#didn'tproofread
Thunder trembled across the sky as rain pelted the window.
It was quiet between you and Romano, no one spoke a word since your smart remark.
Romano had eventually sat up, his back started to ache from being slumped over for so long. He just didn't have the guts to look you in the eye anymore, because all he saw was lost memories.
Its like he didn't have much of a will to go on with life. His world was falling apart, but the worst part about it is... You don't get that you are his world; his everything, but you looked perfectly fine.
'Why am I so oblivious..?' You say in your empty mind, 'why can't I remember?' , 'why can't this guy just take a hint!?'
"Hey you," you say making him look at you,"yeah.." You sit up," go, go away."
He still sits there,"no..I promised France to stay with you.."
"I don't care who you promised," you blurt out,"isn't there a rule for hospitals that state, no strangers unassociated with a patient is allowed access to there room?? I demand a handbook!"
Romano gets up,"I am not a stranger." He tells with no hesitation,"if we didn't know each other then why that hell am I here?" He asks you,"Use that scrambled brain of yours..jeez.."
"Then who are you to me?" You retort, making him look away from you.
He hesitated to talk this time, wondering if he should make something up for the time being or tell what's been on his mind.
"That's right.. Nothing.."
Romano gritted his teeth and turned his gaze back to you,"I-" he stopped himself. His mouth didn't want to move anymore. He wondered if God was testing him right now.
"I-...I'm your boyfriend..."he said lightly as he felt his face grow hot,"nothing can describe how much I love you and want to care for you, but you don't seem to care.."
You had your arms folded,"you are such a bad liar.."
"I'm not lying! I love you! You....you, loved me.." His voice grew quiet.
You sat back against your fluffy pillow and stared at him. Saying nothing.
His face still red as he spoke,"what ever.. I'm not lying.." He then left the room to sit back out into the hall for a bit.
He just couldn't sit with you anymore, nor take how you look at him.
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You close your eyes,"finally." You mumbled under your breath, but your brain said differently.
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"Fratello.." Italy's voice was calm and soft as he was approaching Romano.
Romano looked over to him,"what do you want?"
Italy was holding a nice colorful bouquet of flowers in his arms,"I'm just going to see (y/n).. I was hoping she was awake right now," he smiled brightly.
"She's not going to want them.." Romano says leaning back in the chair with a sigh.
"And..why not?" Italy asks as his smile slowly disappears,"I thought they looked pretty.."
"She's not going to remember you, so she isn't going to take them.."
"What? Stop joking around fratello, she'll love them.." Italy piped up cheerfully,"or at least I think she will."
