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Romano sighed as he walked down the sidewalk in Southern Italy. He wouldn't have any reason to be out here normally, but Spain was here to escort him back to his "bosses" house. To be honest, he liked Spain's house better than his own area, because here he was either mistaken for Italy or attacked for not being an actual country. He'd never admit how much this bothered him though.

Romano did enjoy walking down his own part of Italy. He refused to get close to Northern Italy's boarder though, last time he was punched, kicked, and stabbed. That time Italy didn't seem to care when he saw him a couple weeks later. Right now, Romano sighed to himself, Italy's always off with that potato eater, never with him anymore.

Romano ran his fingers through his hair, carefully avoiding the curl that when pulled makes his body jerk. He had a couple more blocks to go, and then Spain was to pick him up close to the boarder. Romano's stomach made a sickening cracking noise as he thought about getting close to Feliciano's boarder.

He pressed his fingers to his forehead as he neared the boarder. At least this time Spain would be here. And though Romano would've never told anybody, he felt a bit safer knowing the much larger country would be there. He was loved in Spain, by everyone there, unlike he was here. It remained a mystery why he was that loved but he wouldn't have the guts to ask.

Close enough.

Romano hated being this close, it killed him to ever get this close to Italy's boarder without anyone with him. The one thing that scared him most was being this close to the boarder, and being alone. Being alone was even worse, but he hadn't felt that since he moved away from Austria. Now he was feeling it heavily, and wait, what was that?

Romano felt his body get shoved into the ground. He turned quickly, noticing the two Northern Italians looking down at him. Romano quickly got onto his elbows, moving backwards. His breathing quickened, he loved his brother, but his people were rude to Southern Italy.

One of them pressed their foot to his chest, causing him to stop moving and gasp. "How's it going South?" The female of the three asked. She was the one that knocked him down at the beginning, but now the male was holding him down.

"What are you doing so close to the boarder." Romano pulled one hand up to his face before a blow came down on his eye. He gasped, lifting one arm to hit the leg of the one holding him down. The man took a step backwards, not used to being hit back.

Romano took this moment to stand up. He held his arms in front of his body, in a fighting position. His face was bleeding, a huge open cut right under his right eye. Right now, he really just wished Spain would hurry up and help him. He couldn't take down three people by himself.

"C'mon Romano." The female cooed. I know your weaknesses. Romano tensed and took a couple steps backwards. "Worried?" She asked. Romano didn't want to admit it, but he was, because if she was talking about what he thought she was, then it was a complete issue.

"Arturo!" The female called. The male to whom hadn't touched him came forward and pushed him back to the ground. Romano's elbows collided with the concrete, making him scream in pain.

"You're name means noble!" Romano growled. "You're not noble whatsoever!" He attempted to squirm away, but with the males standing over him and his elbows spewing blood, he'd be stuck here.

The female bent down, before running her fingers into his hair and feeling for the curl. Romano closed his eyes. He knew it was coming. She found it, and pinched the edge of it. Romano pulled away instantly, but she had a strong grip on his hair. He felt tears forming in in his eyes and his entire face flushing into a bright pink.

Finally, she got to the end, and tears were streaming down Romano's face. "I think that's enough." She got up, watching him attempt to get up. "Make sure he doesn't get up soon," She sighed.

One of the males kicked him in the stomach, making Romano curl over onto his side, gasping for breath. "I think you killed him." Arturo laughed.

The other male chuckled. "I think I might've bruised him bad, he'll be down for a while." They all walked away, leaving Romano a mess next to a shop.

Sadly enough, it was early in the morning, about four, and nobody would be down this street for the next couple hours. Romano felt the hot tears slipping down his face, and as much as he didn't want to admit it he wanted to be helped for once.

There were steps going down the street, they quickened, and Romano pulled his knees closer to his chest. He didn't want some pedestrian to help him, he didn't want them to be nervous. Maybe he could pretend to be a street wanderer, yeah, that's his best idea.

"Romano!" The heavily toned Spanish accent called out to him. He opened his amber eyes, trying to see if it really was who he thought it was. "Romano!" That was him alright. The Italian looked up, trying to see if Spain was coming to him.

Sure enough, he was.

Spain skidded to a stop next to the Southern country. He bent down, before taking a hold of Romano's arm, and clutching it tightly. "Hey, what happened?" Spain flipping up Romano's bangs with his free hand. "Are you okay?" Spain seemed more worried than he'd ever been.

"'m f'n'." Romano lied. He attempted to sit up, but found it too hard without his elbows to use.

"Hey, hey, hey! I promise, you're okay now, you're with me, right?" Spain tried to reassure the wincing country. Romano sighed, making his entire body jerk.

Spain ran his hand atop of Romano's head, trying to make the country stop crying. Romano looked up at Spain's green eyes, and felt more comforted. "Hey, Romano....." Spain looked at the country. "I know your 'grown up' and all, but I can't care for you here. Do you mind if I carry you to the horse? It's not to far away." Spain asked. To be honest, even if Romano said no, Spain was still going to carry him to the horse drawn wagon.

"I d''t m'nd." Romano gritted his teeth while trying to speak. It contracted his facial muscles, making the entire country shake and shudder.

"Okay Romano." Spain carefully cupped his arms under the country's legs, and while gently lifting, he placed his other hand in between the Italian's well defined shoulder blades. This ended up making him carry the small country bridal style, but Romano didn't seem to care.

"I promise you're going to be okay."

Just a cute little Spamano story to brighten your day. Don't act like it didn't