((More then 50 favorites!? Hell yeah! If we get to 100 I'll do something special.))

Limited 3rd person p.o.v.

Spain glanced worriedly at his close friend, former underling, and ex, Romano, who was hiccuping and drunk. "Dios mio... I leave for a hour and this is what I come back to...? Roma must be stressed." The Spanish country thought as his expression became more worried, without him knowing.

"Wha- *hic* What is wrooooong with you, silly tomaaaaato *hic* basterdo?" Romano slurred and hiccuped, looking at Spain with his usual pissed off expression "Y-You look like yo- *hic* your kid just told you they a- *hic* are failing math or something.". Spain let a small smile cross his face as he looked at Romano, but still was being nagged at by his thoughts.

He's usually a happy drunk... Maybe his sober state of mind still effects him?

Something is wrong... Lovi wouldn't get drunk in a hour unless something was really bugging him...

"Actually... Little Tomato? I'm fine, but what's wrong with you?" Antonio asked curiously as he still looked over Romano's current state once more. Messy hair, sleepy eyes, and smelling sweetly strong from all the wine he drank.

"Nothing is wrong! I f-feel *hic* fucking great!!! Do you have anymore- *hic* wine basterdo? Feli drank all mine..." Lovino said, making a pouty face at the end, to emphasize his point.

Antonio usually would've smiled at the cute little pout his former lover was showing off, but frowned instead. "Italy told me you drank all the wine at your house, you also drank all mine too." Spain pointed out. That's when it struck him, did Romano have a problem? This amount of drinking each day, day after day certainly wasn't normal...

Every time he asked Italy about it, the Italian would say "He drinks a ton, gets a huge hangover in the morning, gets the hangover away by sundown or sooner, then-a drinks again. The cycle repeats, the over and over. It's-a really bad ya know to-" Spain completely remembered the small speech Feliciano made, but didn't want to think about that now.

"I... I did not! He's a fucking liar and idiota!" Romano huffed, expression looking pissed.

"No need to get all defensive Roma..." Spain mumbled, absorbed in his thoughts.

"Fuck-a you! I'm not defensive, you're the defensive one, jerk. Getting all worried and shit... I'm not-a kid, and I don't need you being all 'I'm perfectly peachy, like always Roma~, what's wrong with you?'" Romano for sure acting childish but actually was doing a great job at imitating the Spaniard's voice.

The Italians face became more pissed off, along with his voice "Why are you so damn happy all the time anyway!?!".

Antonio was shocked as he still gawked at Romano, for a solid two moments.

"Don't just sit there with wide eyes like a idiot, answer me." Romano hissed out.

"Lovi... You're drunk." Spain bluntly said, still staring.

"No fucking duh." Lovino replied with a eye roll, then huffed again, looking away.

What's wrong with him!? He is never like this when drunk!

Antonio could almost sense it, the barely shown sadness on his little south Italian. After years and years of experience with his fiery brunette, he knew how to detect almost every emotion on him.

Spain hugged Romano from behind, nuzzling his shoulder, exactly like he always did while they were dating. Instead of getting the relaxation and calmness he had wanted from Lovino, Antonio felt the Italian tense up and shake.

"Let. Go. Of. Me." Lovino spat out in a angry voice and Spain slowly obeyed.

"Romano, please, what's wrong?" The usually happy Spanish man whispered cautiously, sensing the bomb he had just set off.

Romano whipped his head towards Spain, pure anger in his eyes "FINE! Want to really know what's wrong!? I still can't fucking get over you. I know you've moved on to that stupid Bulgarian but I still love you dammit! And that first week we split, you were perfectly fine, hanging out with friends, partying, then whoop dee do, not even four days after we were done, you get yourself a waffle girlfriend! Do... Do you even understand how much that hurt!?"

"Dating someone else so soon after a person who you were with, for THREE YEARS nevertheless, makes the person you left behind feel like shit, you know why!? It makes it seem like I was never going to be anything permanent and that you have a backup in a instant... And... And... I FUCKING HATE YOU!!!" Lovino's drunk vibe seemed to disappear when his anger came into full volume, but soon came back as the Italian harshly but shakily stood up from Spain's couch.

"Roma-" Antonio started but was quickly cut off.

"Don't you dare 'Roma' me! I'm done with your bullshit!" Romano's words were almost venomous. The Italian put on a bold face then left Spain's house.

I didn't get to explain...

((If this gets enough recognition, I'll do a part two))