Okay, new story! I hope you all enjoy this one! This idea hit me one day in my science class when I was supposed to be paying attention to the lesson. All well, I suppose I'll never learn :D Be warned, there are a few time skips in here but this chapter is just so the story gets moving. Next chapter will be longer, promise.

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia.

Enjoy!

"Then maybe you should just leave!" Lovino shouted the words that had been infecting his mind all day and now were left hanging in the already suffocating atmosphere. The look on Antonio's face made Lovino want to take back those words- those horrid words that he never meant to say.

But he did mean to say them.

He… really did want Antonio to leave and disappear from his life forever. This was inevitable- they had been fighting non-stop for the past two months and it had managed to worsen in a mere few days. Neither could stand to look at the other without tension settling and sparking another feud.

Even with the regret eating at his heart, his anger and pride wouldn't allow him to falter and apologize to the man he had grown to love. Now, with the shock of having left his face and was nothing but a blank canvas, Antonio moved towards their shared room to pack his belongings.

Lovino stood frozen in the center of the living room while Antonio bustled about, his presence becoming nothing but white noise to the Italian. Suitcase in hand, Antonio paused by the door, wanting desperately for Lovino to change his mind. However, the latter stood there with arms crossed accompanied by firm expectant look upon his face.

That was all Antonio needed when he left the house with a broken heart. He knew Lovino was a stubborn creature and stood by his decisions with utmost conviction. That was what Antonio loved about Lovino. But this was one choice he feared his lover wouldn't make.

Sliding into the driver's seat, Antonio sped away, missing when the Italian suddenly called out his name to wait. As the tail lights disappeared down the street, anger began to bubble up inside Lovino again making his skin red hot and eyes burn with tears.

He stormed back into the house and slammed the door with all his might.

He didn't need Antonio.

No…

He would be just fine without him!

That's right.

He didn't need that Spaniard to make him happy.

…even if said Spaniard had become his everything.

Amidst the crowd, Lovino found himself standing in the very back, not even having the courage to see what was in front of the other attendees. He didn't want to see the wooden casket that contained the lifeless cadaver that was his Antonio.

Within the sounds of a blaring horn and screeching metal, Antonio had left just as he wanted.

He had no desire to see that peaceful face. Such an expression did not fit well- he wanted to see the bright smile that had dimmed and glowing emerald eyes that were now closed forever.

He wanted…

He wanted…

…his Antonio; he desired what was now out of his reach. He desired what he gave away.

"Fratello?" the hand that was placed on Lovino's shoulder tore him from his agonizing thoughts.

The Italian turned though he knew full well who it was. Feliciano's golden eyes stared at his brother with much concern. Lovino made no move to shrug away his brother's hand and stared at the steadily waving grass. With the wind whispering through the trees, Lovino could feel Antonio's hand brushing through his hair reassuringly.

Feliciano didn't dare ask if his brother was okay. He had never seen Lovino so crestfallen- so broken. Feliciano's hand slid from its position and back down to his side. The younger Italian caught the faint glistening of tears in the bright sunlight pricking the corner of Lovino's eyes.

Lovino was far too proud to cry, though.

"Fratello, it's… it's okay to cry," Feliciano spoke with uncertainty.

"Cry? Why would I cry?" Lovino tried to steady his voice as he spun on his heel and left his brother as Kiku and Ludwig came to the latter's side.

"Because-" Feliciano started but stopped when he felt Ludwig's cool ocean eyes on him.

"Leave him be," Ludwig was sensing Feliciano's distress. "I assume he wants to be alone at the moment."

Feliciano nodded, giving his brother the space that was much needed.

Out in the bright sunshine, Lovino remained among the garden of thriving tomatoes that flourished in the past five months since Antonio's passing. The wind caressed his face tenderly, making what seemed to be a smile appear on his face. He often came out here when his mind became too cluttered with useless thoughts and Antonio's invisible presence would send him back into tranquility.

He laid back into the grass and it tickled his face.

At least here… they had all the time in the world.

A small whimper broke the silence and Lovino perked to attention, instantly searching for the source of the noise. He scoured through the large garden, looking high and low. Another cry resounded and was just as desperate as the first.

In the midst of the vegetation, a wicker basket had been placed on the ground with a blanket covering whatever was inside. The blanket became agitated and rippled as what seemed to be small hands pushing against it. Lovino pulled the cloth back to reveal a fussing infant dressed in an oversized white linen gown that looked no more than to be a few months old.

A baby…?

Why in the world was a baby lying in his garden?

Lovino reached down for the child and picked him up, taking note of his tan skin and brunette curls of hair. Once feeling the warm sunshine on his face and in the arms of someone, the baby immediately stopped crying and opened his eyes.

Beneath those eyelids were curious emerald orbs that stared at him, emanating youth and innocence that echoed someone who had long since been gone.

"Antonio…?"