Does contain some minor language.
(It is Romano of course)
Finishing your shopping for the last cases of your child that was fairly due soon.
Now, you just waddled your way home to your soon-to-be-husband, he proposed to you few months whilst being pregnant, to you, that was the happiest thing that could have ever come to you.
Everything in that moment was perfect for you.
Then, when you came back home, perfect had taken its toll to something more dangerous.
The moment you entered the room, you went straight to the living-room.
In that split second, you wanted to throw up, and not just by hormones.
Your soon-to-be-husband, Alfred, was on the sofa causing a sex act with an unknown woman.
"Alfred!" You roared, that seemed to scare both of them, for once you actually wanted to asphyxiate them and wouldn't care less about doing so.
"(Y/N)?" As you both just stared, that metaphorical term of wanting to throw up came true so you rushed to the nearest W.C to relieve yourself from the pain and stress.
Coming back to find the woman has gone and Alfred trying to comfort you.
"Don't you dare touch me!" You smacked his hand away, as some tears came out in distress.
So you only have one option left in your mind from this.
And so, you made your way to the front door.
But Alfred held you close to stop, otherwise.
"P-please don't go, dudette." He held onto your hand.
But you had to pull it away.
"How could you do this to me?" You bellowed at your lover that is now your ex.
"I'm so sorry (Y/N), l-let me make it up to you." Alfred pleaded as he got onto his knees and tried to get himself closer to your waist.
"No, just...Don't come any closer." You shrieked. "There is no way now that you can make it up to me."
"Yes I can, I-I promise to be better." He held his hands together as to pray.
"Alfred, you were so excited to be a father when I told you I was pregnant, what is it that made you do this that was more important than your own child?"
"I-I don't know." His eyes poured out salted tears.
Then silence stroked the atmosphere.
"It was nice knowing you, Alfred." You twisted the accessory from your fingertips and placed it in his hand.
The accessory which was your proposal ring; that he'd promised that the child will grow up with true happiness from the heart.
But now, the smile will always be a lie to both you and your child.
And with that done, you left.
It was much harder to even walk with a baby growing in your stomach.
'What now?' You asked yourself.
You left everything at Alfred's house.
And you don't really want to go back right now.
You still had your phone on you, perhaps you could call someone.
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Hetalia one-shots
FanfictionI will publish as much as I can, but I work for about twice a month, for misspellings and all other understandings.