The Lovely Wounds (SpaMano)

He heard voices though. Specifically a thick Spanish one. He only knew one person with that odd, lilting Spanish accent. Antonio. He had to be alive. Lovino couldn't help but stare at Antonio with wide, startled eyes.

"I'm sorry... I'm so sorry, Antonio," he whispered.

"For what?" The Spaniard seemed puzzled."I'm so selfish, and I never think for anyone but myself. I'm so pathetic, and no one will ever love me."

"I do," Antonio replied.

This is a hetalia, SpaMano Human Universe (Yes, that means for a good 97% of this human names are used in lieu of countries).This is a yaoi fic, so be warned. This has MATURE content. It is not for the eyes of little chilluns. Read at your own risk. If you are the emotional type, keep your tissues at hand. Other ships are present briefly, but the story is focused on Lovino and Antonio. Enjoy!