Long time no see. I know I let this story die, but some medical issues had gotten in the way. I am back though. My story Envy & Impurity, however, has been deleted. But I have a bunch of new stories that I shall start.

I do not own Hetalia.

He should have known that it was a lie. To think that Spain could actually love someone like him. He was nothing. "There is nothing about me to love. I am just a bitter and unimportant nation," Romano thought to himself as he cried in his bed.

He could hear Spain knocking on his door softly. Trying to coax him into opening his door. But Romano refused to listen to the sweet and kind words that drifted from those Spanish lips. "Please come out, Romano. I love you," he could hear the man say.

The younger nation clutched at his hair as tears streamed down his face. "Lies! Lies, lies, lies. . ." He would never believe the man. He had never given him any kind of proof to make him believe. Never had he even tried to make some sort of move on Romano.

Soon the nation found pain in his arms. He had not even realized that he had been clawing at his skin in his insanity. He leaned against the headboard of his bed. Running his fingers through his head as he laughed at himself weakly. "I cannot believe how insane I have become. I am beyond saving now."

He got up and went into the small bathroom connected to his bedroom. He slowly undressed himself as he turned on the shower. Letting the water run hot. Romano looked into the mirror with a frown. His reflection even looked insane.

Pale hands reached for the blade he had hidden from plain sight. They twirled the object around. Accidently nicking at the skin. But Romano did not care about that small wound. He only cared about the pain that was to come.

The first time had been a failure. Prussia had found him and he had saved him. But he was not going to be found until he was dead. He was so sure about that this time. Even with Spain sitting right outside his bedroom door, he as sure he would still die. The elder nation was too oblivious to think that death was even on Romano's mind.

He took a deep breath as he stepped into the blazing hot shower. The beads of water pelting at his skin felt great. But the blade that soon broke apart his skin felt even better. Time flew by as the cuts multiplied rapidly. The water below turning red as the blood fell. It only took a moment for the nation to fall with it. It only took a moment for the nation of South Italy . . . to die.

And I am sorry to say that this is the end. It was never meant to be a happy or a long story. BUT, I do have an idea for a sequel in mind. So, if you would like a sequel just let me know with a review!