sinister one-shots

I Love You (Spain x Prussia Human AU) -Hetalia-

I am warning you right now, this is long, romantic, and heart-breaking.
You have been warned, my friend.

"Gilbert, ¿me amas?" The Spaniard asked, rubbing his thumb across the albino's knuckles.
    "I zon't know what you're saying, dummkopf." Gilbert snickered, shifting his head to look at Antonio, smirking lightly.
    "I asked if you love me." Antonio continued staring at the sky. The two were laying in a meadow, side by side with their hands clasped together. Gilbert tilted his head to look back up at the sky, before scoffing.
    "Of course I zo. Vhy else vould I kiss you?" He squeezed the brunette's hand, closing his eyes in contentment.
    "Te amo."
    "Ich liebe dich."
---
    "Antonio!" Gilbert hollered, before pouncing on the back of the Spaniard. "You actually came!"
    "Of course I came! I never break promises!" Antonio said, kissing the albino on the cheek.
    "Ehhh-"
    "It was one time, Gilly! One time! And I told you before!" Antonio defended.
    "Shush." Gilbert said, before placing a soft kiss on the other's lips. He wrapped his legs around Antonio, who held them, and hugged his neck tighter. Antonio had no problem carrying the other male, as ever since he went into a sort-of downfall --he lost his job and moved in with his brother-- the Prussian had been only losing weight. Of course, Antonio was worried, but every time he brought up the topic, the albino immediately dropped it. 
    "So, what did you want me to come over for, amante?"
    "I just wanted to see you for a bit!" Gilbert said, resting his chin on the Spaniard's head. "Oh, and I have to go to a doctor's appointment later."
    "Eh? ¿Por qué?" 
    "Just a check-up!" Gilbert said, toying with the hair on top of Antonio's head. 
---
    "It isn't a check-up, Bruder." The tall, blonde German clarified.
    "I know zhat. But I can't tell him yet, dummkopf."
    "He's going zo know eventually."
    "Zon't zhink like zhat." Gilbert muttered, looking away from his solemn brother. "You'll only make it harder."
---
    Antonio woke up from his phone buzzing annoyingly. He groggily reached out and grabbed it. He looked at the screen, squinting over the brightness. It was a call from Gilbert. He pressed answer and held the phone to his ear. "Gilly?"
    "Vere you still asleep, dummkopf?!?" Gilbert hollered over the phone. 
    "Si."
    "Lazy-arse!"
    "Ey! I couldn't get to sleep last night beca-"
    "Hmm?"
    "Nothing."
    "Lies. You were thinking about me in bed, veren't you~?"
    "NO! NO! NOTHING LIKE TH- Okay, maybe." The Spaniard heard the familiar chuckle over the phone, but it sounder weaker than usual. In fact, Gilbert's voice sounded fainter too. 'Maybe just poor connection?'
    "I knew it." Gilbert was interrupted with a fit of coughs. He's been coughing a lot lately too.
    "Ey, are you okay?"
    "Ja, I'm fine! But, hey, could you come over, like, as soon as possible?"
    "Eyyy, sure!"
---
    Antonio arrived at the house, just in time to see his lover doubled over and hacking up blood in a trashcan, his younger brother behind him, trying to calm him down. Antonio quickly dropped everything and hurried over to the brothers, panicking over what to do. Ludwig promptly smacked the Spaniard, not wanting to have to deal with two panicked people. Antonio rubbed his cheek, but nodded, crouching down and lightly rubbing Gilbert's back. Ludwig left Gilbert with him, going off to call the doctor. 
    "Es tut mir leid... Es tut mir leid..." Gilbert began reciting softly in German, inbetween gags. 
    "Shh, you're okay, you're okay..." Antonio said softly, brushing the silver fringe out of the Prussian's eyes. As he did so, he was able to look at the male's expression. His eyes where shut tight in pain, and tears streamed down his pale face, as his eyebrows twitched. Antonio bit his lip, hugging the other lightly, hating the feeling of his Gilbert convulsing and shuddering in pain. 
    Ludwig soon came back with a worried expression. Antonio tilted his head at him. "If he zoesn't stop in zhe next few minutes, we have to admit him to zhe hospital." Gilbert seemed to sob a bit as he heard this, but Antonio hugged him again.
    "It's gonna be okay, Gilly."
---
    'Why did I lie? Why didn't he tell me?' Antonio stared at himself in the mirror. He hadn't slept in a couple days, I mean, who could? He mentally cursed himself out, before he leaned down, towards the sink and started openly sobbing again. He had been doing this recently, as well. He fell to his knees, and leaned against the bathroom door. "Dammit, Gilbert." He sobbed out. "Te amo, dammit! Te amo!" A light knock was heard on the door. Antonio knew who it was. He didn't want to talk to the light haired male. He didn't want to face him. He didn't want to leave this damned bathroom. Maybe he could just curl up and leave?
    "Antonio, se il vous plaît, come out." The Frenchman called out. "Zon't you want to see Gilbert?"
    "No. Just go away, Francis."
    "I am not leaving until you come out."
    "Then write your will already." The Frenchman sighed, before receding footsteps where heard, and some muffled speech. 
    "Bastardo!" A yell suddenly came from the other side of the door. "You are-a coming along, or I swear I will-a ring you're tomato-loving-a neck!" The door was kicked, but Antonio stayed put.
    "Lovi, give Boss a break!" 
    "No! Bastardo, come out!" 
    "Ey, ey, fine!" Antonio lifted himself up, and unlocked the door before leaving. Francis tried to comfort him, but it didn't work. Antonio completely ignored the two, as they drug him to the very place he didn't want to be.
---
    "Onhonhonhon~" Francis gave his signature chuckle as he walked upon the two love-birds snogging. They both quickly seperated, one scaring his little bird and the other knocking his head against the wall. 
    A series of 'Dammit, Gilbird!' and '¡Ay!'s where heard.
    "Oh, zon't make me zhe end of your fun~"
    "It's too late for zhat, dummkopf!" Gilbert protested. 
    "You two really are zhe cutest ever." Francis said dreamily. "I hope to never see zhe day you two split up."
    "What are you even saying?"
    "I'm saying you two are parfait for each other. Never split apart, bien?"
    "Ja, ja, whatever." But one could tell both the Prussian and the Spaniard took it to heart. 
---
    There was too much black. Everyone was wearing dark clothes, and the air was too sorrowful. Gilbert would have never liked this. He would have wanted it to be awesome, and everyone awing in his presence. But as the Spaniard looked around, he had to come the realization that Gilbert wasn't here to make that happen. Well, he was, but he couldn't do anything. Antonio was standing next to Ludwig, who looked as still as a statue, and just as emotionless. Antonio had seen the grieving stage, but no one else had, except maybe Feliciano. Francis stood on the other side, and he was reciting something in French under his breath, tears pricking at the Frenchman's eyes. 
    'Nein! Everyone cheer up, ja? Zhe awesome Gilbert is here, after all!' Antonio could hear the chipper voice, even though he knew it wasn't there. He clutched his black suit, right above where his heart was, as the vital organ was painfully twisting. He knew, that up in that damned casket, lay his beloved, emotionless and paler than ever. 
---
    Antonia held the Prussians hand, shaking his head in disbelief. "No, no, Gilbert, stay with me, please!" He gasped, but the albino squeezed his hand weakly to silence him. 
    "I-I'm sorry, Antonio. I should have told you sooner, ja?" Gilbert smiled sadly, tears running down his cheeks. "Ich liebe dich, Antonio. And please, find Gilbird. I want you to keep him safe." He smiled weakly, before closing his eyes. The Spaniard sobbed, clutching the hand that was slowly losing warmth.
    "No, no, no, no..." He recited, over and over, clutching onto the hope that the albino would open his eyes and have this all be some sick, stupid prank that he took too far. But it never happened. The male's beautiful scarlet eyes never opened again.
---
    Antonio sat outside, on a bench outside the church. He couldn't stay in there, it was tearing him apart. A small 'Piyu~' sounded out, and Antonio looked up, seeing a small yellow bird fluttering towards him. "Gilbird..." He forced a smile, tears still running down his cheeks. The bird landed on the Spaniard's shoulder, and began looking around, searching for his master. "I guess you wanna see him, don't you?" Antonio stood up, making sure the little bird was balanced on his shoulder, and made his way back into the chapel. He walked up to the casket that held the Prussian, and Gilbird fluttered off his shoulder, chirping happily. He fluttered down to the albino, landing on his chest, continuing to tweet. Antonio burst into sobs, falling back into the arms of Francis, who was also crying.
    The little bird calmed down a bit, confused about why his owner wasn't giving his response. The bird hopped up to the Prussian's face, and soon let out a small cry of sadness. He pecked his owner's nose lightly, wanting the albino to wake up. After a few minutes, the little bird suddenly flew up and out, ignoring Antonio who called out to him. The bird came back later, a plucked rose in his beak. The rose was white, and the stem was fairly short. The bird fluttered clumsily over to the Spaniard, dropping the rose into his hands. Antonio looked up at the bird, and smiled sadly, before regaining his composure and walking over to the casket again.
    He lightly placed the rose in the Prussian's arms, before letting the bird land on his shoulder again, and he walked away, after saying two words. "Te amo."

More like a short story, but I wanted to put it here, since a) its gay and b) why not
You guys needed your hearts broken, right?
Now you'll all love Prussia because he is super awesome, but really weak and not a country anymore, technically.