Time to say goodbye

He didn't want to do it. His heart clenched at the thought of it even, and still, the Italian brunette put on a small, forced, smile as he walked into his former boss's house, dressed in a business suit. "Espana?" He called, feeling the sweat run down his neck as he waited at the door, only to nearly jump and run away as soon as the door opened, and the Spaniard's inviting smile welcomed him in. "Roma! It's been so long! Boss Spain was just thinking about you!" The taller male said, putting a hand on the others shoulder, only to have it shoved off as Lovino walked in, feeling all the blood drain from his face as he recognized the place he had called home. Its homey, happy atmosphere was only just tinged with the smell of sunshine as it came through the windows; and the Italian gulped as he turned to the nation behind him, who tilted his head in curiosity of his strange behavior. "Are you alright niño? You seem awfully pale." "Of course I am! I'm just tired is all! You bastardo!" "Same as always, I suppose..." The Spaniard said with a shake of his head and closed the door behind them both. "Well, now that you're here, why don't you rest! I'll make you some dinner!"

It was a short time later that Lovino was looking down sadly at the trembling, slumping body of the Spanish male against his own, and all he could do was stare. When Spain had been least expecting it, he had gathered up what was left of his quickly disappearing courage and pulled out his gun, shooting the nation. It wouldn't really kill him, he knew; nations never died. But the person he knew...the person he was, would never be the same. "Why...why did you shoot me..?" The darker brunette cried quietly as he hugged the other around the middle, knowing that he would lose consciousness soon due to bloodloss. Of so many centuries of knowing his Romano, he never expected this. The Italian said nothing as he put a hand on top of the others head, like Espana had done so many times to him before. The mob...the mob had wanted his loyalty. And the only way to ensure that he wouldn't betray them, was to dispose of the person he loved. It could've easily been his own brother, he knew, but the male slumping to the ground before him in a heap of flesh and blood was a pile of emotions he could never really sort out. Until now. "Espana..." He said quietly, hands running through the others hair as he dropped his gun to the ground. He shouldn't have done it. Even if it proved he was independent from him now. "Don't leave me, you jerk...." A small laugh followed after by a sputtering cough rose to his ears, and Spain looked up with a small smile.

"N...no..niño...I won't....if you don't want me to..."


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So, in all basics, me drawing crappy fan art. Because, I fail at life

I just have too many feelings for these two, especially Spain.

The background is even crappier |D yay.

No mature content because its just blood. No organs or anything graphic is going on..