Hetalia One-Shots

Spamano: A Bleeding Soul

Rating: Angst

How could this happen? Romano thought as he stood, frozen in place, too shocked to move. Everything moved too fast. Tears were soon streaming down his face. He understood this was war and things happened but he didn't want anything to happen to him. When he came to his senses, he quickly fell down onto his knees, crying and shaking.
"Y-you st-stupido! W-why would you m-move in front of me!?!?!?" He sobbed, trying to stop Antonio from bleeding. He was shaking, panic running through him. "Th-the bullet w-wouldn't have hit me! I-I was going to move!" He watched as Antonio smiled a bit, reaching a hand up to pet the Italian's head.
"Don't cry, Lovi," he said softly. "I am fine. Truly. I've had worse. Please stop crying." He sat up slightly but his face contorted in pain, making the Italian push him back down. He was worried since Romano was crying. Romano doesn't normally cry. That shattered his heart. He couldn't really focus on what was being yelled at him. Seems he was loosing more blood than he thought.
Romano kept him down, crying harder. He was realizing he couldn't do anything. He didn't have any medical supplies nor was he a doctor. He didn't care about everything still happening around them. Not the bullet noises, not anything. Just Antonio. He laid his head on the other's chest, sobbing harder and harder. He couldn't breath. He kept muttering things like stupido and bastardo but mostly why. Antonio held his lover gently, petting him and closed his eyes to relaxed. He knew this bullet wouldn't kill him.
"Shhh, Lovino. It's okay," he whispered. "Te amo." He opened his eyes to watch the Italian.
"Ti amo anch'io," Romano replied softly. He stayed close and closed his eyes as the bullets kept firing. He wasn't going to move from Antonio's side. Antonio closed his eyes, just laying there since he couldn't sit up to move anyways. He held the Italian gently and the two stayed close, just listening. Romano would flinch occasionally and Antonio would whisper soft reassurances. As this fight lingered on, they both got worried. Antonio was still bleeding. Neither of them wanted to say what they prayed wouldn't happen. They both did softly pray to one another, praying this would end soon. Praying they would be okay. Then their eyes both shut again.
When Romano opened his eyes again, the shooting was over. He sat up and looked around. He wanted to vomit. There were so many bodies. He looked at Antonio and shook him.
"Wake up. It's over. Cmon. Let's go get you help," he said. He didn't get a response. His eyes widened, his heart rate picking up. He shook the Spainard harder. "Toni... Toni wake up please," he begged as he began to cry. There was nothing. He started sobbing into his hands.
"Romano, dude," a voice said. "Oh shit. Guys! We're gonna need help." The American, picked up the crying Italian and passed him over to Matthew as he helped with Antonio. "He isn't dead. Yet," he muttered. Romano struggled against the Canadian, just sobbing. Soon he stopped, listening to the soothing words and soft whispers.

A/N: Just gonna leave that there. I may do a part 2. But for a quick history lesson. South Italy and North Italy were not on the same side in WW2. South Italy was part of the Allied Forces along with Spain. North Italy was apart of the Axis powers. So yeah.