Italy x Male!Reader
Watching as the circles formed with each breath, Feliciano couldn't help but want to cry. (Y_n)...(y_n) is killing himself, he's poisoning his lungs. The circles, they wont stop, and when Feliciano finally believes that they'll stop.... more circles are taking the place of the ones that were not made the day before, or when the circles were taken away from (y_n) he would just find some other way to form those poisoning circles.
Slowly, slowly (y_n) is dying. And he doesn't care, he doesn't care that he's going to leave Feliciano here all by himself! Why...why would (y_n) want to leave him here all alone? With nobody but a picture of the happier days to talk to, and the memories of the days before the circle when the two were as happy as could be?
But...no...after they entered High School...(y_n) changed...though...he would just look down at Feliciano with those knowing (e_c) orbs, full of hidden sadness and pain, but those emotions were replaced with joy and happiness. Wrapping his arm around Feliciano's shoulder as he pulled the Italian up to the roof, where their other friends waited for him. Sometimes, (y_n) wouldn't eat with them, but Feliciano would find him, battered and bruised. Having gotten into another fight with the people who threatened to beat Feliciano up, just because he refused to fight. Looking up at Feliciano, not aware of the tears that will soon be shed for his sake, (y_n) was sitting there creating circles once again.
Yes...it's his fault that (y_n) has turned out like this...it's his fault because he's a coward. Because he's weak...because he's not good at anything else other than cooking and art. He's unable to defend himself, (y_n) changed to protect him, to make sure that he would stay safe. That nobody would hurt him, or make him cry but....(y_n)...even though he's not the one being hurt...your the one whose making him cry.
This cycle would continue for many years to come, the circles over lapping one another. While (y_n) tried to protect Feliciano, but hurting himself. The coughing, the tears, and the bleeding...it was becoming too much. Feliciano couldn't take it, but (y_n) stopped him from running away, holding his thin wrist in his vice like grip (y_n) mumbled weakly.
"I'll stop Feli...just...just don't leave me..."
Turning your head to see Feliciano looking at you, but his eyes seemed distant, as if he were looking at you but thinking about something else. Throwing your pack of cigarette's into the ocean, Feliciano looked at you a bit shocked when you walked towards him, leaning down looking into his chocolate brown eyes a bright smile on your face as he said.
"No more circles?"
Smiling, you wrapped your arms around Feliciano's small shoulders, holding him close, the smell of smoke still clinging to you as you said. "Yeah Feli...no more circles. Just for you...I won't make any more circles." smiling, Feliciano pulled you down closer towards his face, his lips moving against yours a he pulled away still smiling he said.
"Grazie (y_n).... grazie."