Rating: T

Warnings: Suicide, Language, Spamano, SpaIta

So, the idea was originally Spamanomano's. She was Mars on here, until she quit and became my editor instead. The very first version of this story was about 300 words, and, while going through and rewriting many of my stories, I decided to fix this one, too. Since she's wanted to for a while.

This plot is now changed, but I kept her idea that Lovino had stabbed himself over Antonio. And I kept her very last line.

Thank you for reading!

A single metal blade lay scattered on the wooden floors. Dripping from the tip was a crimson coloured liquid. It fell to the floor rather steadily, creating a very gentle pool that spread thinly across the planks.

To the blade's right was a collapsed figure. The man was leaning against the wall, trying to support himself to stay up and awake as long as he could. Though the fight was proving to be futile, as darkness and pure exhaustian threatened to consume his body.

The male's single curl drooped down to his shoulder, as it was coated in sweat. Same as the rest of his body. He was trembling violently, both from pain and anger. Anger at himself. Anger at the world. Anger at matters beyond his control.

He peered around the room he was in. It was dark. Cold. Barren. He could scream out if he wanted to, though no one would come. He doubted he could even raise his voice above a whisper at this point.

Lovino Vargas couldn't help but turn his eyes down to his stained shirt. He was losing blood now... fast. It created a stream that fed into a hole under his floorboards. He knew he only had moments left to get one last glance at the world. If only it had been a happy one. Instead, all he saw was pain. The pain people were put through daily. The pain he'd been suffering for years.

The Italian's eyes turned down to a single box. A ring he'd been given a decade before. It must have fallen from his pocket... seeing as he brought it with him everywhere. In Lovino's last moments, he decided he should at least be with something he truly cared about. Putting all his effort into moving, the boy pulled himself into a crawling position in an attempt to grab the ring.

A sharp stabbing coursed through his abdomen, to his chest, and headed straight for his head. It made everything flash and burn, like a bright light, and left him unable to comprehend what was happening. All he saw was excruciating pain.

The boy collapsed to the floor, rolling onto his back the second he got there. His legs crumpled into his body, taking a fetal position on. His entire body rocked with an intense fire in his veins. It was the worst feeling he'd ever known.

This was it. After 19 years of living through tragedy... living through loss... he was giving up. That was the last thought that passed his mind, along with a single picture. A picture of Antonio's bright, smiling face. The sound of his laughter playing like a dream. In Toni's hand was a velvet box, which he was presenting on one knee to the brunette. This was back when the Lovino was truly happy... back when they both were happy. Back when they were together.

A single tear fell down Lovino's cheek.

And he took his very last breath.

"Lovi~!" Said boy had barely enough time to catch his footing before he was attacked, pulled into a very tight embrace by the assailant. It was none other than the loving Spaniard himself, here to greet his favourite play-time partner for the morning. "Lovi, I have something to give to you!"

Lovino groaned, not quite enjoying the presents as much as Antonio did. This was a constant thing between them. It always seemed to end up being something silly or cheap, like a hat of flowers or a cherry tomato Antonio got from his house. Somehow, he seemed to make these little gifts more special than they actually were, anyway.

"Give it to me, then. I don't have all day, stupid."

"But it's a surprise!" The Spanish boy whined, making gestures with his hands to get Lovino do as he wished. "Close your eyes, okay?"

"You're wasting my time, damn it!"

"Lovi...!"

"Fine!" Lovino growled, irriatated by the begging already. He drew his right hand in to cover his eyelids securely, ensuring he wouldn't look, and held out the other. "I'm ready."

Lovino felt something cold and metal slide onto his finger. Cracking open an eye, he was met with a shocking sight. Placed upon his finger was a golden ring, complete with a lovely red jewel spreading across it. It was a cheap item, being nothing more than what you'd expect to get at the dollar store, but to the Italian, it was beautiful. "W-what the hell is this?" He demanded.

If Antonio's grin could be anymore brighter, he would probably end up being like the sun. "It's a ring, because you'll be my wife someday~!" He stated, as if it was such an obvious thing. He always had this way of talking. He'd be so straight-forward.

Lovino couldn't help but gape at his words, hardly comprehending what he'd just said. "Don't be an idiot!" He argued, cheeks flushing a deep red as he folded his arms. "I'm a guy and you're a guy. We can't get married! ...Not that I'd want to!"

"But, Lovi!" Antonio pressed, insisted upon this. "You're cute and I love you! And love always finds a way to work out in the end! Even if it means I have to give up everything, I'll make sure, one day, you're my wife. And we'll be together until the end of our time."

"...We'll be together until the end of our time?" Lovino scoffed, though, honestly, having something to depend on as solid as that seemed terrific. Even if he was simply a young child, and they both had years to go, he honestly couldn't imagine wanting to go on without Antonio by his side. "...promise?"

"Si, I promise!" Antonio cheered, extending his hand excitedly. His pinky flashed out, grabbing Lovino's without warning, and looping them tightly. "I promise I'll love you forever." With that, he slipped the other into his arms.

And though he'd never show it to Antonio himself, Lovino smiled into the other's shoulder.

Then Feliciano came into the equation.

About the age of 15, Lovino's twin brother moved to town. He was an instant hit, completely contradicting the reputation his sibling carried around the villiage. The outgoing and social young man quickly made friends with all sorts of people.

Especially Antonio.

Though Lovino and he had been joined at the hip since, practically, birth, there was an immediate change when Feliciano showed up. The boy instantly made his way into their lives, changing their close duo into a trio. They did a lot of things together, though it always seemed to be the happy ones of the group getting to spend their time together, dragging along a much more depressed third wheel.

Lovino was being pushed out of his own relationship.

Around the year mark of Feliciano's appearance, he and Toni decided to date. You couldn't blame Antonio for asking him out. Honestly, Lovino hadn't even been sure he was going out with the Spaniard. Though it hurt worse than he expected it to.

After about a week, he came up with a plan; wait to the side until they break up. It was sure to seperate the two. And, it was rather true the Italian was jealous. He hadn't many friends... and now he was losing the only person he really cared about to his brother. The one who was always better than him. The one who was always the top. It was possibly the worst feeling he'd ever experienced.

Though the break-up never came. Instead, it escalated. Lovino sat on the sides, and watched as the couple became closer, graduated together, went to college together, moved in together, and finally, got engaged. If that didn't kill Lovino inside, it certainly did when he recieved a wedding invitation in the mail for the joining of Antonio and Feliciano Carriedo-Vargas.

The words played in Lovino's mind as he read the postcard over-and-over once... twice... three times... until the tears made it impossible to read. His hand squeezed the ring in his hand harder, as he struggled to regain himself once again.

That was when Lovino realized he had truly lost Antonio.

Some promises...are meant to be broken. And most end with a lifelong pain that ends in your downfall.