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s. italy//romano//lovino

voice

IM SO SORRY I DIDNT UPDATE ON TIME I'VE BEEN SO SICK LATELY I HAVENT BEEN ABLE TO FOCUS ON JACK SHIT. I DIDNT HAVE ANY ENERGY TO WRITE SO I APOLOGIZE THAT THIS IS BAD AND LATE.

i was going to do like a love triangle thing between lovi and feli but all my ideas would be too long for a one shot lol.

this one is kind of sad but also fluffy!!!!

~translations~
il mio amore = my love
unisciti ai militari! per il tuo paese, per il tuo popolo, per la tua famiglia = join the military! for your country, for your people, for your family
il mio culo! = my ass!
spazzatura! sporcizia! = trash! filth!
un momento! = one moment!
santo inferno = holy hell

she could still hear his voice, the words racking inside of her skull every waking moment of her day.

"I'll be back, il mio amore, I promise."

his normally rough and sarcastic tone made especially tender for her. just for her. though he was flirty in nature, he always ensured his love that she was his only through the inflections of his voice. his words always seemed to encase her with emotions, trapping her in a euphoric state of mind that only he could provide.

it had been too long, far too long, since she heard her lover's precious octaves. she wanted to hear them again; not just in her head, but in her ears as well.

since it had been well over a year since her husband's departure into the italian military, she had gotten used to the loneliness. the emptiness that echoed from the walls didn't bother her as much as it used to. though, her thoughts still tugged at the emotions far in her mind. yet, those thoughts were especially taunting today.

she lay on her stomach, a newspaper in her hand, and her chin sinking into a soft pillow.

unisciti ai militari! per il tuo paese, per il tuo popolo, per la tua famiglia!

she scoffed, knowing full well what affect joining the military had on families.

"per la tua famiglia, il mio culo!" she shouted, standing up to throw the propaganda on the ground below her.

"all you do is tear people apart!"
"the only reason I even think he's alive is because I haven't gotten a letter saying otherwise!" her throat began to close, tears forming.

"spazzatura! sporcizia!"

just then, a knock rang through the household.

"un momento!"

quickly, she straightened herself out; smoothing her dress and running fingers through her hair.

she bounced to the front door, plastering her best friendly smile.

it would soon drop as soon as she opened that wooden exit.

when her vision adjusted to the near blinding sun rays, she found four men dressed in blue, all of whom she recognized.

one, in the front left, her husbands twin brother: feliciano vargas. to the right, a his brotherly friend, antonio carriedo. and in the back, ludwig beilschmidt and kiku honda. all had their uniformed hats over their chests.

"(f/n) vargas." antonio dipped his head to face the floor. "I am so, so sorry for the news I am about to bear upon you."

a pain struck (y/n)'s heart like a bullet. she collapsed to the floor, intolerable suffering seemed to coil around her entire being. she tried to speak, to convey her agony, but no words were uttered. nothing but painful chokes were exhaled.

"woah! woah, woah, woah, woah, woah!"

the panicked voice sounded familiar. comforting.
it sounded like the voice she had been longing for.

"l-lovi-"
"I'm sorry it was-a joke! I swear! please don't hurt me, santo inferno—"

she looked up to a crouching lovino, a truly terrified look on his face.

her sadness and anguish morphed into a blend of relief, immeasurable happiness, and anger.

"lovino vargas! do you have any idea what you just put me through!"

she landed a harsh slap on his left cheek.

"asshole! you god damn asshole! who the fuck do you think you are?!" she shouted, falling forward to punch his chest.

"yep, I deserved that." despite the first interaction between him and his wife being an instant slap, he was still in a euphoric state of mind.

(y/n) gave up weakly punching her husband, and instead opted to tightly wrap her arms around her man.

"don't ever do anything like that again, you jerk bastard."
"I won't, il mio amore."