"Shit." Spain muttered under his breath as France suddenly realized what was going on. The loud noise downstairs had been Germany and France was finally realizing that they had figured out the note.

"You clever bâtards! How did you figure out it was me?" France questioned as he stood up from his chair and started towards the door.

"That doesn't matter." Spain spat as he jumped in front of the Frenchman. He pushed him down, making sure he couldn't reach the door. France just laughed maniacally as he pulled a small rapier out of one of his boots.

"I knew you weren't here just to tell me some petty secrets." France sneered as he pointed the small sword to Spain's chest.

"I don't know if you remember this, but the Spanish invented rapiers. You're crazy if you think you'll beat me in this duel." Spain remarked sassily as he pulled his own sword out from the inside of his jacket. France smirked and lunged at Spain, causing Spain to jump back quickly. Spain didn't want to hurt the Frenchman, just unarm him.

"Onhonhonhon you're mistaken if you think I'll go down this easily." France replied as they bounced around the room, striking each other's swords.

"Amigo. You're going to have to step your game up. This is getting too easy." Spain taunted as he moved towards the glass window. France lunged at him but Spain kicked the sword out of France's hand. Spain was leaning against the glass window with his rapier to France's chest. He could've easily killed him, right then and there.

"Do it. You won't." France taunted, out of breath.

"You know I won't " Spain said grimly.

"Bien sûr, vous ne serez pas un imbécile !" France yelled. Spain looked at his old friend, not knowing what to do at this point. He made the mistake of blinking. Suddenly France kicked Spain in the stomach and sent him flying, smashing into the glass window and falling two stories onto the garden below.

"Crétin." France spat before running downstairs to fight Germany.

Romano had looked on in horror from behind a rose bush as Spain's limp body flew through the glass window and onto the grass below.

"SPAIN!" Romano screamed as he ran out from behind the rose bushes. He kneeled down next to Spain and sobbed as he saw the cuts and the blood on Spain's body from the shattering of the glass. Romano checked Spain's pulse and nearly cried with happiness as he saw that Spain was still alive. He was still breathing as well. Romano kept muttering Spain's name over and over again as he clutched his limp body in his arms. After a few minutes of Romano sobbing into Spain's chest he set the Spaniard back down on the soft grass.

"Spain, wake up, please. Just wake up." He begged, wiping tears from his eyes. Romano climbed on top of the Spaniard and straddled his waist, begging for him to wake up over and over. Spain's eyes finally opened a little before weakly saying,

"Roma?"

"Sí Sí Sí. It's me, Romano." Romano said, wiping the tears from his eyes. Spain smiled weakly, trying to form words, but was in way too much pain to speak. Romano sniffled and finally mustered up the courage to do something he had been waiting to do his whole life.

He kissed him.

It felt like every single firework and every single explosion was going off in Romano's head. It felt so good to be kissing Spain. Spain's eyes opened wide in shock at first but then he calmed down, moving his lips in sync with the younger country's. Romano finally pulled away and said,

"Spain, I love you."

Spain grinned again before saying,

"Te amo Romano."