This is a kind of weird oneshot. I'm not sure where it came from, it just kind of happened and I wanted to put it up.

The whole idea is that Spain can see souls or auras or something, which show up in different forms? Idk.

I don't own hetalia!

He has wings. I can see them, they're real.

I can see the way his wings curl, unfurling to twirl the air around him when he laughed or bit back a smile. I see how they wrap around his brother, hugging back when he so stubbornly wouldn't. They show me every carefully hidden emotion that he's locked away. I've seen how they struggled to keep him up and I saw how they couldn't quite do it.

There are things, there are people, in this world that reach much farther beyond it. Lovino, my beautiful little Lovi, was one of those people. He has angel wings, even if most people can't see them.

They're his soul, his mind, his very being, and they are beautiful.

When he was young I didn't want him. Looking at him, I could only see a lazy little boy with tattered, torn wings clinging limply to his back. I wanted his brother, the pretty energetic little one whose soul floated around him, dancing out to reach for others.

I remember the first time I lost my temper and yelled at him. I remember the way each word actually damaged those beautiful, lovely wings. At 'lazy' a feather, tinted red with blood, fell to the ground. At 'irritating' a small rip appeared on the left one, just behind his shoulder. 'Worthless' had that rip spreading down to the base of his wings, at his back.

By the end of my rant the soft white was turning a deep red.

And I had walked away.

I'd left him there bleeding to go sulk in my room.

It took me a long time to correct the damage I'd done, even now there are scars that I know are from me.

As time went on I realized that I could cure his wings as well. Not with any sort of magic or anything, with simple things. With words. I remember the first time I saw them move, it was the day I'd told him something that, to me, was common knowledge.

"Silly little Lovi~, I'm not going to your brother's party without you. It's your birthday too."

I still don't fully understand why that affected him, but I do know that he lifted his head and with a desperate hopeful look in his eyes, asked me if it was true, if I was really picking him over his brother. I guess that was it. Not many people pick him. But, in any case, when I said that of course I was picking him, his wings lifted and fluttered around him, showing the joy and amazement that his curling lips were trying to hide.

It was a wonder, the sight of those beautiful feathers flittering around. It was that moment, that my goal changed to the desperate need to see his wings full again. I wanted to see him fly. I needed to see him fly. No matter what it took. That's still my goal, my reason for being.

People ask me a lot why I love him. Why I spend so much time chasing him when he never returns my feelings. It's because I see something they don't. I see my beautiful little angel. My Lovino.

It's taken me years and years of reassurances of love, but I'm helping to put his wings back together and I'll continue until the end of time.

So that was weird. But thanks for reading! Review? I'm considering posting more oneshots as extra chapters of this, opinions?