Italy made his way through the streets of Venice looking as though he was deep in thought. He was having lunch with Romano today but Italy was wondering how he would get away from eating anything. Ve... I could just tell fratello that I'm not feeling well.... no then he'll worry and start asking questions. Italy thought. Soon he had made his way to the restaurant he and Romano were meeting up at. He enters the establishment and quickly spotted Romano.
"Ve~ ciao Romano!" Italy said with false cheer.
"Ciao Veneziano" Romano replied grumpily.
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Italy collapsed on to his bed completely worn out. The lunch with Romano had gone smoothly. There was at one point though when a glass had been knocked over and in his haste to pick it up his sleeve had pulled up a bit. But he had quickly pulled the sleeve back down but was worried that his brother saw anything. After lunch they both parted ways and went to different houses. Romano to Spain's and Italy to his own house. This act is so hard to keep up.....Italy thought to himself. Would it be easier if i wasn't here? Recently the thought of suicide had become common to Italy. I mean Romano could just become the only personification of Italy... there is really no need for tow of us.... Italy soon got up and continued on with his day. His eyes ever so darker than before.
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With Open Eyes
FanfictionHis eyes were open just a sliver, but in his eyes the were deep pits of despair. Sorry I suck at descriptions..... This is my first story so I probably suck....
