A/N: Tell me if you enjoyed this or not please~ This is just another random idea that popped in my head, lol.

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia, bro.

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The weather that day was the same as it was exactly a year ago. It was miserable and rainy. I kept my gaze on my leather shoes as I sat on a random bench a few blocks from the cemetery. The bouquet of roses that I bought lay beside me, probably damaged from the heavy downpour. I didn't bother bringing an umbrella with me, so I was soaked to the bone. I didn't care though.

I couldn't believe that it has been an entire year. The past year has been nothing but pure agony. I would never answer my phone, I didn't eat much, and I spent most hours of my day on my couch emptying bottles after bottles of wine. I was a fucking mess, but I didn't care. I didn't know how to keep living if the one person that made me feel like I was worth something was killed for no fucking reason. Why the hell do people kill for pleasure? Why did they kill him? They could've killed anyone in the entire world… but they killed the love of my life. Antonio.

I can't do it… That's what I kept telling myself. I couldn't find the strength to pull my ass off of that bench and visit Antonio's grave. It's been an entire year… but my pain has only gotten worse. I feel as if it was my fault. I am the reason why he was killed. I know I didn't physically do it, and I didn't ask those men to do it for me… but it's my fault. If I haven't of gotten jealous because he was going on about how fucking perfect my brother Feliciano was, and if I didn't started another fight, causing him to storm out of the house late at night to clear his head. Then Antonio would still be alive.

His death was my fault.

A sob escaped my lips and I buried my face in my hands. Would Antonio be happy if I came to visit him on the anniversary of his death? Or does he hate me eternally? I grabbed the bouquet of roses beside me and slammed them on the ground out of frustration. I can't do it, I can't do it, I can't do it…

"You look like you could use a drink."

I slowly removed my hands from my face and glanced up to see a man standing in front of me with a simple black umbrella over his head. I felt my nose twitch when I saw those piercing jade eyes staring into my soul. I didn't like that man at all. "What the fuck do you want?" I said in a weak voice, causing me to mentally slap myself.

The man raised an eyebrow that looked more like a fucked up caterpillar and sat down beside me, "Look, if your life is a complete mess, sitting on a bench in the rain feeling sorry for yourself won't fix anything, lad."

I felt my anger boil in my stomach at both his British accent and what he just fucking said to me, "Excuse me?" I said in a low voice.

"You heard me perfectly fine, don't make me repeat it." He sighed and dug out a cigarette from his pocket.

"Who the fuck do you think you are? You don't even fucking know me! So stay the fuck out of my business!" I snapped as I stood up, about to leave.

The bastard clicked his tongue as he lit his cigarette, "Oh, but you're wrong, lad."

I froze and turned around to give the man a death glare, "What the fuck are you saying?"

"Language hasn't changed at all," he mumbled as smoke escaped his lips, "I know more than you think, Lovino Vargas."

I felt my mouth open slightly, "Wh-who the hell are you, you creep? S-stop playing fucking games with me!"

The man smiled slightly and took another drag on his cigarette before answering, "My name is Arthur Kirkland, and I came here to give you a miracle."

I honestly didn't know what to say so I waited for him to continue, "Antonio died before his time. He and you do not deserve this, Lovino."

I felt tears rolling down my face as I stared at the man, "J-just stop it… I d-don't want to..."

"Lovino," he dropped his cigarette on the ground and crushed his with his expensive looking shoe before continuing; "I came here to give you another chance."

"Wh-who are you?" I asked again.

"I am an angel that watches over you." The man had a soft look in his eyes, but I didn't buy it.

"And I'm the queen of fucking England. J-just leave me alone… leave me alone." I didn't even bother to wipe off the tears that were streaming down my face.

The bastard didn't say anything. He just smiled with his a hand in his pocket before I was blinded by the brightest light I have ever seen. I let out a yelp and shielded my eyes. Instead of feeling the usual dull emptiness inside, I was filled with overwhelming warmth. I peeked through my fingers and noticed that the light did not hurt my eyes. I stared ahead and gasped when I saw the man's silhouette with large wings attached to his shadow. Then everything went back to normal just as fast as it happened, and I was staring at the normal looking man who then had a smug look on his face. You don't even know how fucking bad I wanted to punch that smirk away.

"Judging by your expression, you believe me now, yes?" he said.

"Y-y-yeah…" I stuttered.

"Perfect. Now normally… we angels are forbidden to do this type of stuff but…"

"Then why the hell do you want to help me?" I said, feeling my brows scrunch together.

"Because I know exactly what you are going through…" Arthur said, and for a split second I saw pure sadness in his eyes.

"Why me then? I'm not the only person who is… going through this pain. And how the hell do you know how I feel? You're a fucking angel!"

Arthur let out a small laugh, "Every angel is assigned a single person to watch over. So obviously, I watch over you, and only you. I see how you live your life these days and it brings me back to when I was human and the one I loved died in a car wreck. Like you and Antonio, we had a huge fight. We were still fighting as we were driving home and well… he lost control. He died and I lived."

"You were human?" I asked dumbly.

"Of course, lad!" he chuckled, "Not all humans who die become an angel, though. When a human is born, a random spirit in heaven is chosen to watch over that person for their entire life."

"Oh," I said, nodding slightly.

Arthur sighed before glancing around nervously, "Enough questions, I think they realize what my plan is. Now, you had better be thankful!"

Before I could ask what the hell he was doing, everything went white again. It felt as though I was spinning uncontrollably, and I felt slightly sick to my stomach. When I opened my eyes again, I was sitting back down on the exact same bench, the weather was exactly the same, and I was still soaking wet. I looked beside me and saw the abused bouquet of roses still on the ground. I felt a tear roll down my cheek. A dream…?

Not at all, I jumped when I heard Arthur's voice in my head; everything is exactly the way it was in the world… except for a few changed I have made. Antonio is alive. His friends and family forget that he died. His grave has disappeared from the cemetery… but there are a couple mistakes I made.

Antonio's alive? W-wait what mistakes? My stomach started to bubble with excitement.

Well, um, for some reason, I couldn't take away all of your memories of Antonio dying. And… well…

I tapped my foot impatiently as he stuttered in my head. I jumped when I suddenly heard a voice above me, "Why are you out in the rain? You'll get sick!"

I felt everything go numb. That voice… I looked up through my soaking wet bangs that covered my eyes and felt more tears escape my eyes. Those caring emerald eyes filled with slight concern, that curly brown hair, that smooth tanned skin, that well-built body. Antonio. It felt as though my body was on auto pilot as I jumped up off the bench and attacked the man with a crushing embrace. There he was… the love of my life was alive and breathing. I could breathe in his scent again; I could have my life with him again…

"Uh… sorry do I know you?"

My brain came back to life and I slowly pulled away from Antonio, "I-it's me….y-you know…"

Antonio tilted his head to the side with a confused look on his face, "Sorry, man… I haven't seen you at all in my life. Maybe you have me mistaken for someone else."

And that is the second mistake I made… Arthur said.

What…? I stared at Antonio with wide, shocked filled eyes.

Antonio doesn't remember anything about you, Lovino. He doesn't even know who you are. To him, you are a stranger.

I felt as if my insides all shut down as I continued to stare at the man in front of me. Antonio scratched the back of his head sheepishly before flashing those white teeth at me, causing my heart to skip a few beats, "Look… you're probably sick because of the rain. Why not come back to my place? I'll wash your clothes for you and make you some supper!"

"S-sure…" I mumbled.

Antonio held his umbrella over both of our heads and started to lead us to his apartment that I've never been to in exactly a year, "So what's your name?" he asked happily.

"Lovino," I mumbled.

"Nice to meet you, Lovino! My name's Antonio!"

I know, "Huh…" I replied.

Sure, I felt disappointed as fuck. But Antonio was alive and breathing again. So it was a miracle to me. It hurt me to start entirely over with someone whom I have loved for four years, but I was willing to do it. I was going to make Antonio fall in love with me again whether the bastard liked it or not.

A/N: Yeah this just randomly came to mind today XD I hope you enjoyed~ I was planning on making it a one-shot but…that aint gonna happen XDXD Pleeeeease review~ :3 I will love you fowever and ever if you do~ XD Good reviews will really inspire me! :D