That fucking moron named Antonio Fernández Carriedo—yes, the idiotic one. He's a damned thief. That bastard is the exact person who has—as cheesy as this will fucking sound—stolen my heart. And, well...it's really damn hard to take it back, because he won't give it back to me, no matter how hard I try to reach out for it. [Spamano]

In which Lovino finds that the truth can be overwhelmingly heartbreaking, and Antonio's past mistakes forms a void in his heart. On the other hand, Ludwig and Antonio are full of regrets and grief; but so are Lutz and Andres. They are determined to take back what was theirs - and they're not going down without a fight. 1P!Hetalia, 2P!Hetalia, and Spamano/GerIta ensues.

A short Spamano sonnet - filled with historical angst, and written in the point of view of Romano. Criticism and reviews are welcomed.