Past-Part Fills Part 7

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Past-Part Fills Part Seven

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Leave Me in the Dark [Part 1c/?]

[(Anonymous)]

After rushing his way back home – for once he was thankful the meeting had taken place in his homeland – Romano angrily tossed his bag onto the couch in his living room and stormed off to his kitchen. He needed an outlet, he need something, anything, to get rid of his rage.

He angrily sent pots and pans clattering to the floor, not caring in the least in regards to the damage done to his cookware. He opened each cabinet door and threw their contents out onto the stone tiled floor, bags splitting open from the impact and making messes on the surface. Romano tore into packages and sent cans and jars flying across the room. The anxiety, the worry, the weakness and anger, all had taken purchase and now that South Italy was in the confines of his home, he could let the feelings rear their monstrous heads. The slim man was done with pretending things were fine. Romano was sick and tired of feeling like the reject, the failure. Like the one people pitied. He was done with it. The Italian just couldn’t take it anymore.

Romano’s chest heaved as he breathed heavily, his olive eyes surveying the catastrophic scene before him. It was a mess. In his fit of rage, the South Italian had managed to destroy jar after jar of tomato sauce, the red substance splattered across his floor and cabinetry, crushed cereal boxes lay dented on the floor, broken jars of olives were strewn about his kitchen, leaving the brine-y fruit in various spots on the counter and floor, pots and pans lay carelessly tossed on the floor (his favorite one had its handle broken off in the sudden tantrum) and at the sight, Romano felt his heart wrench itself in his chest and the man choked on a sob as he fell to his knees.

“Fuck,” he breathed out shakily as his body trembled and he held back the threatening cries. “Goddammit… I’m Italy too!” Romano’s broken sobs filled the room as the tears slipped down his cheeks like a never ending river. “I’m just as important… Just as important as Veneziano,” he wailed helplessly. That was the only way he managed to find solace during his bursts of rising insecurity; he lied to himself. Deep down, Romano knew the world would never see him as Italy. He was simply another face, a lesser of two halves. Romano would always be the blemish on Veneziano’s name.

There, on his kitchen floor, the Italian stayed hunched over and sobbed. The palms of his hands covered his eyes as he shook and trembled, noisily sucking in air to breathe. Since when had he fallen so low?

Re: Leave Me in the Dark [Part 1c/?]

[(Anonymous)]

This anon is overcome with feelings. Poor Romano! I just want to hug him, and talk it out, however long as it takes to help him. Poor dear...