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Warning: Slightly disturbing descriptions and curse words. Also, this is probably the worst piece of literature ever. Oh well.
Disclaimer: I don't own you or Hetalia. I don't own the lyrics to this song either.

Hang on Little Tomato -Pink Martini-
Romano x Abused!Reader (Song-Fic)


"I know you're there!"

I hear him speak in a low, harsh voice, making sure he doesn't get caught. The windows make a disturbing clatter and I press the palms of my hands against my ears tighter, ready to rip them apart. I shake my head, feeling the salty tears pour out of my eyes. Shut up, be quiet, leave me alone!

"(name), please, I can hear you screaming. I want to help!"

"L-lovino, it's enough. It's alright, I'm fine."

The banging on the window stopped. But the pounding on my locked bedroom door didn't. I can hear my father rattle with the doorknob, and I hear him demanding me to open it. My father's voice sends fear through my nerves making me shiver, making my mind twirl like a chaotic clown, spinning forever...

"Fine. You will be punished later, you worthless daughter."

I hear the heavy footsteps walk away and I feel my chest move up and down quickly, and my bottom lips are sore from me biting it. My weak arms help me up, as I stumble back onto my feet like a newborn fawn, weak and fragile. I draw the curtains and see Lovino with his back faced against me, starting to head back inside his room.

The sun has left and forgotten me
It's dark, I cannot see
Why does this rain pour down
I'm gonna drown
In a sea of deep confusion

"W-wait! Please… I beg you, don't go…"

I call out to Lovino with a shaky voice, and he whips his head around and rushes back to his window as I open the window so I can hear him better. The Italian's pale arm stretches out, and his strong, kind thumb wipes my tears away. His hand were warm, and I loved it. Lovino shifts both of his hands to my cheeks and pull them up, creating a strange smile.

Lovino was my best friend, my neighbor, as well as my crush. He's been there for me from when my mother passed away, to through that whole time when my father became drunk often, and even now, when my father created scars and bruises on me.

I take my hands and hold onto one of Lovi's warm hands, and feel its' warmth. It's like a soft sunlight, and its' sturdiness made me feel safe, as though protecting me.

"(name), you've gotten more hurt… This is unbelievable. You know what, just let me give your fucking father a lesson, because that asshole needs one—"

"No! Don't, just please, don't do that!"

I snap at him, looking at the pair of hazel eyes, and I stare right back at them with a mixture of worry and rage. I couldn't quite see too well through a fog of fear and tears, but I could see Lovino look a little surprised. I don't want him to get hurt… I refuse to let him get hurt. Lovino was that bundle of hope that kept sparkling in my heart. I hear a sigh and he drops his hands.

Somebody told me, I don't know who
Whenever you are sad and blue
And you're feelin' all alone and left behind
Just take a look inside and you will find

I cringe as I feel the pain shoot through my muscles, and I feel my body crumble to the floor. I fell to my knees and I cry out the pain in soft whimpers. Several moments later, I find Lovino in my room, embracing me into his arm. Our windows are only a foot away, and Lovino can easily climb over. I bury my head into the Italian's chest and make my teeth grit making a horrible noise.

"I… W-what should I do? What can I d-do? I hate relying on you like this."

"Don't feel like that. You need someone to rely on."

Police have come before, you know. Because someone else in the neighborhood thought it was necessary. The police came and did nothing, which made my father hate me even more. Lovino was there, giving me a bouquet of my favorite flowers (sorry if you are allergic), making me smile even the slightest bit.

Lovino let me go and walked over to my bed, and took out the first-aid kit he hid there for me. Walking back to me, he lent me a hand and helped me back up, leading me to my bed. Scrapes and gashes spread all over my skins like patches of moss, and bruises were painted on me, with deep colors of purple and maroon. Some bruises spread over my hips, shoulder blades, and feet.

"Hold still, (name), you've gotta stop flinching, it's hard to put bandages on you."

I try to stop fidgeting around, and I grip my fist tight. My heart feels heavy, as well as my eyelids that were soaked with tears. Lovino stopped tending my wounds and watched my ball of fist tremble as I gripped on tighter. He placed his hand on it and I relaxed.

"Calm down, you're going to be fine. I'll help any way I can."

I opened my numb hand and realized that my nails dug through the skin, making it bleed. With horror, I feel my hand pump blood quickly, and another element of pain adds.

You gotta hold on, hold on through the night
Hang on, things will be all right
Even when it's dark
And not a bit of sparkling
Sing-song sunshine from above
Spreading rays of sunny love

"(name)! What happened? What did you—"

I pull my knees into my body and grab onto my messy hair. Fear, anger, worry, regret—a swirl of emotion collided together, making a chaotic mess. Lovi grabbed the hand I injured while gripping it and started wrapping a gauze roll on it.

"I'm sure, Lovi, that I'm just a pain and a bother to you. You don't have to do this."

"Let me do what I want to do, dammit!"

He pulled his face close to mine, that our noses were barely touching each other. Slowly, he leaned in and placed his lips on my stone-cold ones. He just placed them there, for seconds, and pulled back, going back to patch-up my bruises.

We stayed like that for a while. I felt that spark of hope light up in me like small fireworks again, say in a soft, weak voice,

"Thank you, Lovino, for being there. Always, just for me."

"No problem, ragazza."

There was another long pause. I could feel heat throughout my body, feeling a blush form somewhere on my messed-up face.

Just hang on, hang on to the vine
Stay on, soon you'll be divine
If you start to cry, look up to the sky
Something's coming up ahead
To turn your tears to dew instead

"I'm sure you know this already,"

Lovino broke the silence, sliding the first-aid kit under my bed. He looked straight into my eyes, with strong and bold eyes that shone kindness.

"Ti amo, (name)."

I nod and hug him, whispering my words of love to him. I wonder, will he ever know how I feel? How happy and amazing I feel when he kissed me? Will he know the amount of love I have for him? Does he know how much he means to me? No. It's because I was a weak idiot who couldn't even speak my own thoughts or opinions. I forced not to. I was told not to speak.

And so I hold on to his advice
When change is hard and not so nice
You listen to your heart the whole night through
Your sunny someday will come one day soon to you

"Grazie, Lovino."


Hope you liked this horrible piece of literature I made that is somewhat better than England's scones song-fic!
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Arisa012345 Featured By Owner Apr 6, 2015  Student Writer
awwwwwwwwww soooooo cuuuuute!!!!!!!!!!

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NekoNekoGirl04 Featured By Owner Jan 19, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
I didn't think this was that bad; I happened to enjoy this. :) I think you did a really nice job. Great work~ ^^ :thumbsup:
CandyAppleKiss Featured By Owner Jan 19, 2013  Student Traditional Artist
Thank you! ;v;
NekoNekoGirl04 Featured By Owner Jun 16, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
You're welcome! ^^
Rubylitche45 Featured By Owner Jan 1, 2013  Student General Artist
Lakaka99 Featured By Owner Nov 17, 2012
Sooooooooooo Cute!
DemonLordAthea Featured By Owner Nov 17, 2012  Student General Artist
OMG THIS WAS EPIC I wish you would write a story on it *w*
p4khla Featured By Owner Nov 16, 2012
I love it! You are an amazing writer :)
AnnaTheWonderGirl01 Featured By Owner Nov 16, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
Wow, that's really good! :clap:
MyArmor Featured By Owner Nov 16, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
((And actually, I was really wondering if there's a song called "hang on little tomato.))
What'dd you say? This was an awesome piece of literature! I love these sad stories when someone is ready to help you...
so, this is so perfect...
love for this!
CandyAppleKiss Featured By Owner Nov 16, 2012  Student Traditional Artist
Here's the song: [link]
And thanks for the comment!
MyArmor Featured By Owner Nov 17, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Oh my I LOVE this song! You're welcome!
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