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[FIC] Truth Be Told, Chapter Two
Title: Truth Be Told
Chapter: Two
Pairing: Spain/Romano
Also appearing in this chapter:Italy Veneziano
Rated: T
Genre: Comedy/Romance with a bit of Angst...yum
Summary: The Well of Uncomfortable Truths is discovered and deals Spain a hard fact: “Whenever you said you loved him, you didn’t really mean it. You were thinking of his brother. They were empty words.” But who was it talking about? And will Romano be convinced?
Done for this request:
http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/17337.html?thread=50721465#t50721465
Chapter Two
“Come on, Niichan, have some pasta already.”
Romano frowned at his brother who was smiling like the moron he always was and trying to shove a plate of food at his face. He pushed it away and turned his gaze from that stupid grin. Veneziano was the last person he wanted to see after the incident, but the nuisance had shown up at his door that night and just invited himself in. Before he had known it, there was dinner on the table and he was practically being force-fed.
“I said ‘no thanks!’” he grumbled while his brother looked back at him, crestfallen.
“But, Niichan! You love my spaghetti! You always eat so much of it.”
“Shut up!” the older Italian snapped. “I’m not hungry! Why don’t you just go home?”
Veneziano put the plate down, looking hurt. Romano felt a tinge of guilt, but pushed it away in his annoyance. His brother had forced his way in here, after all. Just because he had gone through the trouble to cook for him didn’t mean he had to eat the crap. He didn’t want anything from him! Not even if it looked delicious…and smelled good…and his stomach was rumbling.
“I heard that!” his brother said accusingly, pointing at his belly.
Romano groaned. Even if the rest of him was defiant, his stomach would always be the traitor. He put a hand up to it, as if that would muffle the growling, but it just made him look hungrier. His brother was pushing that damn plate of temptation closer to him again.
“Why don’t you eat? I know you waaant it,” he teased.
“I-” Romano started, trying to find an excuse. He couldn’t. His mouth was watering so much now, and it was just sitting there, waiting for him to... “Gah! Fine! I’ll eat it, you asshole!”
He picked up his fork and started devouring the spaghetti. Damn, did it taste good. The Italian was reminded that he hadn’t had the inclination to eat anything else during the course of his day of sulking. Veneziano seemed surprised at his brother’s sudden gusto and was still confused about why he had initially refused the food when it was obvious he had been hungry for it.
“Niichan…are you okay?”
“I’mph fine, dammif!” the other said through a mouthful of noodles.
“Are you sure?” his brother asked. “You’re acting strange. Did something happen?”
“No,” Romano said, gulping his food down and pouring himself a glass of wine.
“Come on, tell me!”
“No.”
“Are you sick?”
“No,” he repeated again, talking a sizable sip.
“On a diet?”
Romano just glared with him, glass still to his lips.
“Oh…Then, it’s Spain-niichan, isn’t it?”
Romano spat out his wine in an impressive spray that reached across the table and splashed all over his brother’s face. Veneziano still stared at him expectantly, alcohol dripping from his bangs and ahoge.
“Well? It is him, right?”
Romano coughed out the leftover wine in his throat as he wiped the back of his hand over his mouth and continued to glare at his brother. His reaction had given it away. There was no way Veneziano was going to believe him if he kept on denying it now.
“S-so what if it is?”
“Aww, Niichan! What happened? Have you started talking to him again?”
“What do you care?!” Romano replied angrily, growing more and more annoyed. “I don’t want to talk about it with you!”
“But, Niiichan,” Veneziano whined, “we’re brothers, aren’t we? Who else are you going to talk to when you’ve got a problem?”
“I don’t want to talk to anyone!”
“Oh…”
Veneziano went quiet after his last disappointed breath. Damn it, there was that guilt again! Romano hated this! He wanted nothing more than to just be left alone. Let his brother stick his nose in someone else’s business! Couldn’t he see that he was the reason all this bullshit had started in the first place?
Romano was doing his best to hide his resentment towards his brother, but it wasn’t easy when the younger Italian was being so irritating. He looked up when he heard Veneziano slide his chair out and growled when his brother started walking around the table towards him.
“W-what are you doing? Hey-!” he protested as the other Italian wrapped his arms around him in surprisingly strong embrace.
“Niichan…”
“Let go of me, dammit!” Romano told him as he struggled to get out of his brother’s hold and away from the wine that was rubbing off on him.
“Niichan, I’m sorry.”
Romano stopped fighting. An apology?
“I’m sorry I haven’t been there for you,” he continued. “I know you’ve been hurting since you and Spain-niichan broke up, but I’ve barely come around here at all to try to cheer you up.”
He loosened his grip and Romano shoved him away with slightly less force than he would have used otherwise.
“I-I don’t need anyone to cheer me up,” he told him. “I’m fine.”
“But you’re still hurting, aren’t you? Don’t you miss him? Niichan, you never told me why you two broke up.”
Romano flinched.
“It’s none of your business,” Romano muttered. What was he supposed to say? “We broke up because he liked you better than me”? Fuck, he still does. He always has. Even that stupid well had said so- pointed it out in front of everybody. It wasn’t like Romano didn’t know it already. They wouldn’t have broken up if he hadn’t believed it from the start. Romano could still feel the shame coming back to him as his face flushed red. He had humiliated himself. Even Spain’s truth hadn’t hurt as bad as having his own feelings laid bare for everyone to see. You really did love him.
Shit… Before that, denying it had been his only consolation.
“Niichan…”
“Shut up! You’re so damn annoying!” Romano yelled, choking on his words a bit. At least Veneziano hadn’t been at the well. It was a fact that he was suddenly grateful for. How could he have dealt with having his brother hear it for himself? He had taken Spain from him without even knowing it, the bastard.
“I want to make you feel better!”
“There’s nothing you can do, dammit! Just leave me alone.”
With that, he rose up and stormed out of the kitchen, leaving his brother trailing after him.
“Please! Let me help you!” Veneziano whined.
Romano ignored him, heading for the stairs. He heard footsteps thumping behind him and felt a hand suddenly grab his own as he began to climb. He turned to glare at the worried face that pouted up at him.
“What the fuck do you care?” he growled. “I don’t have to be happy all the time, you know! Just give me a few days, and I’ll be over this and that damn bastard! I don’t need anyone to feel sorry for me. Now GO HOME.”
“Wait!”
Romano tried to pull away from Veneziano, but was surprised when his brother leaned back with his full force, using his body weight to pull the other man down. Unfortunately, Romano had already taken one foot up towards the next step and was completely thrown off balance. He tumbled off the stairs with Veneziano and landed on top of his brother with a loud THUMP.
As the two lay on the floor with matching groans and Romano’s mutterings of “dumbass,” there was a sudden knock at the door that made both of them jump. The knob twisted and creaked open slowly as a shaggy head of brown hair poked in.
“Oy, Romano!” Spain called into the house. “The door was open, so I just- Oh.”
He saw the two Italy brothers sprawled on the floor, Romano digging his hand into Veneziano’s face as he scrambled to his feet.
“Bastard! What are you doing here?!” he demanded, fuming as he leered at his unwanted visitor.
“Niichan!” Italy whined under him. “You’re standing on my-”
“Shut up!”
“But my-”
“Quiet!”
“It huuurts!”
Romano stepped off of whatever part of his brother he was crushing, just to silence him. Spain was looking down at Italy with pity in his eyes. In his hands, he held a bouquet of flowers.
“Romano, I came to say I’m sorry.”
“Shut up! I don’t want to hear any of your damned apologies!”
“But please! You have to give me a chance to explain! The one the well was talking about was-”
“I said, ‘SHUT UP!’” Romano yelled, unable to take it anymore. The last thing he wanted was for Spain to fill his brother in on everything that had happened. He wanted them both out of his house now.
“But you have to listen to me!” Spain insisted, closing in on Romano. The other man backed away from him and felt his heel come down on Veneziano’s fingers with a crunch as his brother shrieked from beneath him.
“I don’t have to do anything for you! Get lost, asshole! And take your stupid flowers with you!”
He stepped off his whimpering brother’s hand and bolted up the stairs. Spain ran after him, stopping right next to Italy.
“Wait, Romano!”
The Italian didn’t even turn around. Italy rose shakily to his feet, calling up after his brother.
“Niichan! Don’t just leave Spain-niichan down here!”
Romano ignored him and had almost made it to the top of the staircase, when he heard a whine of sympathy from his former caretaker.
“Aww! Ita-chan, are you okay?”
Romano glared down to see Spain stroking the side of his brother’s head softly, where a bump had formed. The Spaniard’s eyes were full of concern as Veneziano flinched under his touch.
“I’m fine, Spain-niichan! Really! Romano-”
“Are you sure? You’re hurt!”
“But Romano-! You have to-”
“I’ll leave you two alone now!” the angry Italian yelled down at them. “And if either of you set one foot on those stairs, I’ll throw you back down them!” With that, he burst into his room, slamming the door behind him.
Spain stared up at where his ex-lover had been standing, heartbroken.
“Romano…”
Italy frowned up at the top of the stairs, his eyes glittering with tears.
“There’s something wrong with him, Spain-niichan! I had to force him to eat his pasta!”
The Spaniard gaped in response, but recovered quickly, looking around him in a panic.
“He must be really ill! Should we call a doctor?”
“I don’t think that’ll help,” the Italian said sadly. “It`s not something a doctor can fix…He misses you.”
“Ita-chan…”
“He’s bad at showing it, but he really loves you, Spain-niichan! And whatever happened between you’s been hurting him a lot. He’s not himself!”
Spain hung his head with a depressed frown. He sat down on Romano’s stairs and rested his chin on the palms of his hands, dropping the flowers down beside his feet.
“This is all my fault…I haven‘t been considering his feelings. I’ve never been good at telling what he wants, even when he was small. You’d think I would have learned by now, huh? He must really hate me. How am I ever going to get him to listen to me?”
He bent his head down further and clutched his hair, frustrated.
“Niichan doesn’t hate you,” Italy told him, sitting down next to the Spaniard and putting a hand on his shoulder. “He’s just upset.”
“Because of what I did. I hurt him, and now he’s shutting me out again,” Spain said, looking up at him miserably.
“What happened?” Italy asked him. “I don’t get why he’s like this now when you two broke up weeks ago.”
The other man hesitated.
“S-something someone said must have got to him,” Spain replied. Even he had the common sense to know that Romano wouldn’t have wanted it repeated, especially to the one person who was unknowingly involved. Also, he still felt ashamed of himself and the way he had acted after their breakup, chasing after an oblivious Italy in an attempt to fill the hole in his heart. You never knew I wanted to be anything other than your friend…and it’s true. I can’t love you the way I love him. Friends is all we were ever meant to be.
“I love him,” the Spaniard said softly. “I need to show him somehow. I have to make him believe me again.”
“You will!” Italy assured him cheerfully. “I know you can, Spain-niichan.”
“But how? Romano won’t even let me come near him…”
The Italian smiled.
“I have an idea.”
A/N: Oh, Italy brothers...You can tell Romano took over this section by the amount of Veneziano abuse. This was fun, but what I'm really looking forward to is the part that's coming up next, where you get to see how Romano feels about the whole situation when no one's watching. Prepare to set sail on the Tsuntsun Express!
Chapter: Two
Pairing: Spain/Romano
Also appearing in this chapter:
Rated: T
Genre: Comedy/Romance with a bit of Angst...yum
Summary: The Well of Uncomfortable Truths is discovered and deals Spain a hard fact: “Whenever you said you loved him, you didn’t really mean it. You were thinking of his brother. They were empty words.” But who was it talking about? And will Romano be convinced?
Done for this request:
http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/17337.html?thread=50721465#t50721465
“Come on, Niichan, have some pasta already.”
Romano frowned at his brother who was smiling like the moron he always was and trying to shove a plate of food at his face. He pushed it away and turned his gaze from that stupid grin. Veneziano was the last person he wanted to see after the incident, but the nuisance had shown up at his door that night and just invited himself in. Before he had known it, there was dinner on the table and he was practically being force-fed.
“I said ‘no thanks!’” he grumbled while his brother looked back at him, crestfallen.
“But, Niichan! You love my spaghetti! You always eat so much of it.”
“Shut up!” the older Italian snapped. “I’m not hungry! Why don’t you just go home?”
Veneziano put the plate down, looking hurt. Romano felt a tinge of guilt, but pushed it away in his annoyance. His brother had forced his way in here, after all. Just because he had gone through the trouble to cook for him didn’t mean he had to eat the crap. He didn’t want anything from him! Not even if it looked delicious…and smelled good…and his stomach was rumbling.
“I heard that!” his brother said accusingly, pointing at his belly.
Romano groaned. Even if the rest of him was defiant, his stomach would always be the traitor. He put a hand up to it, as if that would muffle the growling, but it just made him look hungrier. His brother was pushing that damn plate of temptation closer to him again.
“Why don’t you eat? I know you waaant it,” he teased.
“I-” Romano started, trying to find an excuse. He couldn’t. His mouth was watering so much now, and it was just sitting there, waiting for him to... “Gah! Fine! I’ll eat it, you asshole!”
He picked up his fork and started devouring the spaghetti. Damn, did it taste good. The Italian was reminded that he hadn’t had the inclination to eat anything else during the course of his day of sulking. Veneziano seemed surprised at his brother’s sudden gusto and was still confused about why he had initially refused the food when it was obvious he had been hungry for it.
“Niichan…are you okay?”
“I’mph fine, dammif!” the other said through a mouthful of noodles.
“Are you sure?” his brother asked. “You’re acting strange. Did something happen?”
“No,” Romano said, gulping his food down and pouring himself a glass of wine.
“Come on, tell me!”
“No.”
“Are you sick?”
“No,” he repeated again, talking a sizable sip.
“On a diet?”
Romano just glared with him, glass still to his lips.
“Oh…Then, it’s Spain-niichan, isn’t it?”
Romano spat out his wine in an impressive spray that reached across the table and splashed all over his brother’s face. Veneziano still stared at him expectantly, alcohol dripping from his bangs and ahoge.
“Well? It is him, right?”
Romano coughed out the leftover wine in his throat as he wiped the back of his hand over his mouth and continued to glare at his brother. His reaction had given it away. There was no way Veneziano was going to believe him if he kept on denying it now.
“S-so what if it is?”
“Aww, Niichan! What happened? Have you started talking to him again?”
“What do you care?!” Romano replied angrily, growing more and more annoyed. “I don’t want to talk about it with you!”
“But, Niiichan,” Veneziano whined, “we’re brothers, aren’t we? Who else are you going to talk to when you’ve got a problem?”
“I don’t want to talk to anyone!”
“Oh…”
Veneziano went quiet after his last disappointed breath. Damn it, there was that guilt again! Romano hated this! He wanted nothing more than to just be left alone. Let his brother stick his nose in someone else’s business! Couldn’t he see that he was the reason all this bullshit had started in the first place?
Romano was doing his best to hide his resentment towards his brother, but it wasn’t easy when the younger Italian was being so irritating. He looked up when he heard Veneziano slide his chair out and growled when his brother started walking around the table towards him.
“W-what are you doing? Hey-!” he protested as the other Italian wrapped his arms around him in surprisingly strong embrace.
“Niichan…”
“Let go of me, dammit!” Romano told him as he struggled to get out of his brother’s hold and away from the wine that was rubbing off on him.
“Niichan, I’m sorry.”
Romano stopped fighting. An apology?
“I’m sorry I haven’t been there for you,” he continued. “I know you’ve been hurting since you and Spain-niichan broke up, but I’ve barely come around here at all to try to cheer you up.”
He loosened his grip and Romano shoved him away with slightly less force than he would have used otherwise.
“I-I don’t need anyone to cheer me up,” he told him. “I’m fine.”
“But you’re still hurting, aren’t you? Don’t you miss him? Niichan, you never told me why you two broke up.”
Romano flinched.
“It’s none of your business,” Romano muttered. What was he supposed to say? “We broke up because he liked you better than me”? Fuck, he still does. He always has. Even that stupid well had said so- pointed it out in front of everybody. It wasn’t like Romano didn’t know it already. They wouldn’t have broken up if he hadn’t believed it from the start. Romano could still feel the shame coming back to him as his face flushed red. He had humiliated himself. Even Spain’s truth hadn’t hurt as bad as having his own feelings laid bare for everyone to see. You really did love him.
Shit… Before that, denying it had been his only consolation.
“Niichan…”
“Shut up! You’re so damn annoying!” Romano yelled, choking on his words a bit. At least Veneziano hadn’t been at the well. It was a fact that he was suddenly grateful for. How could he have dealt with having his brother hear it for himself? He had taken Spain from him without even knowing it, the bastard.
“I want to make you feel better!”
“There’s nothing you can do, dammit! Just leave me alone.”
With that, he rose up and stormed out of the kitchen, leaving his brother trailing after him.
“Please! Let me help you!” Veneziano whined.
Romano ignored him, heading for the stairs. He heard footsteps thumping behind him and felt a hand suddenly grab his own as he began to climb. He turned to glare at the worried face that pouted up at him.
“What the fuck do you care?” he growled. “I don’t have to be happy all the time, you know! Just give me a few days, and I’ll be over this and that damn bastard! I don’t need anyone to feel sorry for me. Now GO HOME.”
“Wait!”
Romano tried to pull away from Veneziano, but was surprised when his brother leaned back with his full force, using his body weight to pull the other man down. Unfortunately, Romano had already taken one foot up towards the next step and was completely thrown off balance. He tumbled off the stairs with Veneziano and landed on top of his brother with a loud THUMP.
As the two lay on the floor with matching groans and Romano’s mutterings of “dumbass,” there was a sudden knock at the door that made both of them jump. The knob twisted and creaked open slowly as a shaggy head of brown hair poked in.
“Oy, Romano!” Spain called into the house. “The door was open, so I just- Oh.”
He saw the two Italy brothers sprawled on the floor, Romano digging his hand into Veneziano’s face as he scrambled to his feet.
“Bastard! What are you doing here?!” he demanded, fuming as he leered at his unwanted visitor.
“Niichan!” Italy whined under him. “You’re standing on my-”
“Shut up!”
“But my-”
“Quiet!”
“It huuurts!”
Romano stepped off of whatever part of his brother he was crushing, just to silence him. Spain was looking down at Italy with pity in his eyes. In his hands, he held a bouquet of flowers.
“Romano, I came to say I’m sorry.”
“Shut up! I don’t want to hear any of your damned apologies!”
“But please! You have to give me a chance to explain! The one the well was talking about was-”
“I said, ‘SHUT UP!’” Romano yelled, unable to take it anymore. The last thing he wanted was for Spain to fill his brother in on everything that had happened. He wanted them both out of his house now.
“But you have to listen to me!” Spain insisted, closing in on Romano. The other man backed away from him and felt his heel come down on Veneziano’s fingers with a crunch as his brother shrieked from beneath him.
“I don’t have to do anything for you! Get lost, asshole! And take your stupid flowers with you!”
He stepped off his whimpering brother’s hand and bolted up the stairs. Spain ran after him, stopping right next to Italy.
“Wait, Romano!”
The Italian didn’t even turn around. Italy rose shakily to his feet, calling up after his brother.
“Niichan! Don’t just leave Spain-niichan down here!”
Romano ignored him and had almost made it to the top of the staircase, when he heard a whine of sympathy from his former caretaker.
“Aww! Ita-chan, are you okay?”
Romano glared down to see Spain stroking the side of his brother’s head softly, where a bump had formed. The Spaniard’s eyes were full of concern as Veneziano flinched under his touch.
“I’m fine, Spain-niichan! Really! Romano-”
“Are you sure? You’re hurt!”
“But Romano-! You have to-”
“I’ll leave you two alone now!” the angry Italian yelled down at them. “And if either of you set one foot on those stairs, I’ll throw you back down them!” With that, he burst into his room, slamming the door behind him.
Spain stared up at where his ex-lover had been standing, heartbroken.
“Romano…”
Italy frowned up at the top of the stairs, his eyes glittering with tears.
“There’s something wrong with him, Spain-niichan! I had to force him to eat his pasta!”
The Spaniard gaped in response, but recovered quickly, looking around him in a panic.
“He must be really ill! Should we call a doctor?”
“I don’t think that’ll help,” the Italian said sadly. “It`s not something a doctor can fix…He misses you.”
“Ita-chan…”
“He’s bad at showing it, but he really loves you, Spain-niichan! And whatever happened between you’s been hurting him a lot. He’s not himself!”
Spain hung his head with a depressed frown. He sat down on Romano’s stairs and rested his chin on the palms of his hands, dropping the flowers down beside his feet.
“This is all my fault…I haven‘t been considering his feelings. I’ve never been good at telling what he wants, even when he was small. You’d think I would have learned by now, huh? He must really hate me. How am I ever going to get him to listen to me?”
He bent his head down further and clutched his hair, frustrated.
“Niichan doesn’t hate you,” Italy told him, sitting down next to the Spaniard and putting a hand on his shoulder. “He’s just upset.”
“Because of what I did. I hurt him, and now he’s shutting me out again,” Spain said, looking up at him miserably.
“What happened?” Italy asked him. “I don’t get why he’s like this now when you two broke up weeks ago.”
The other man hesitated.
“S-something someone said must have got to him,” Spain replied. Even he had the common sense to know that Romano wouldn’t have wanted it repeated, especially to the one person who was unknowingly involved. Also, he still felt ashamed of himself and the way he had acted after their breakup, chasing after an oblivious Italy in an attempt to fill the hole in his heart. You never knew I wanted to be anything other than your friend…and it’s true. I can’t love you the way I love him. Friends is all we were ever meant to be.
“I love him,” the Spaniard said softly. “I need to show him somehow. I have to make him believe me again.”
“You will!” Italy assured him cheerfully. “I know you can, Spain-niichan.”
“But how? Romano won’t even let me come near him…”
The Italian smiled.
“I have an idea.”
A/N: Oh, Italy brothers...You can tell Romano took over this section by the amount of Veneziano abuse. This was fun, but what I'm really looking forward to is the part that's coming up next, where you get to see how Romano feels about the whole situation when no one's watching. Prepare to set sail on the Tsuntsun Express!
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