Pain filled my body, causing every bone and muscle to ache. The pain is almost bearable besides the fact that I still have fractured bones. I wince as I shift in my sanitized bed, the smell of plastic wafering into my nose involuntarily. I let out I loud sigh, opening my eyes slowly to see the blinding sun in my vision. I blinked a couple times, trying to gain my vision back again.

As my vision cleared, my eyes widened at my location, the hospital.

I try sitting up, but to no avail as I slumped back down into the comfortable mattress. Fuck!

I looked back at my arm, my two broken arms; just to see my wrist wrapped in linen. I let out rasps. Yesterday... or today maybe... Spain... his funeral...

I let out a sad sob, feeling as my chest began to tighten as I thought of the bastard in the casket. Then Belgium crossed my mind, leaving my expressions blank. She killed Spain...

I kept my body on the bed, looking at the pale white ceiling, watching as the suns rays danced upon it as he pleased. A long sigh left my lips, leaving each breath short. I closed my olive eyes, imagining his smile again, imagining a world where he still existed.

Tears pricked my eyes, followed by short sobbing sounds. I'm even more pathetic than Feliciano.

As I wept in pain, my door opened; reveling a lovely lady with burnet buns beside here head, letting some hair slip from it's bindings of her hair tie.

"Hello Lovino Vargas. It's a pleasure to see you well!" The woman smiled genuinely. I covered my eyes, preventing her small green ones to notice the tears staining my cheeks. "Well, besides all that, I need to look at you to make sure that you are in a fine condition." Her voice became serious as she removed my arm.

I glared at her a bit, but it mean't nothing as she told me to move my bandaged wrist. Or to tell me to bend my knee to be sure that the surgery was a success. She even examined my abdomen, trying to see if the stitches were okay and secure. She even looked at the bandaging on my head. After she finished checking up on me she straightened her buns and spoke in an almost too-happy voice.

"I'm happy to say that your injuries were not as dangerous as they may have looked. You fractured your knee cap, so we needed surgery to fix that. Your wrist was practically pulled out of it's confinement, so it will be sore for quite some time. Your abdomen had many shards of glass embedded inside, so that too had to be surgically removed and stitched, which too will be sore. And then your head-"

"I shot myself..." I interrupted, scowling as I close my eyes slowly. "I shot myself for the person I loved, who died in the hands a fucking whore... who died because I didn't have enough balls to save him during that crash..." I covered my face again, feeling hot liquid fall down my cheeks.

"... You mean Antonio Carriedo?" Her tone almost sounded concerned, much less a question.

The name made me flinch a bit, that soft colored skin, his beautiful jaw; shaping his face oh so lovely. His chuckles and pleas. His beautiful emerald colored eyes, the most noticeable of his body. Those chocolate colored brown curls that lay gently on his head, the same curls that I hold in comfort. And his name, Antonio, Spain, who gave a fuck! Both were gorgeous and absolutely mesmerizing.

I nod my head in response, refusing to look at the small lady.

"...Yeah... He's pretty hurt from the crash, but I assure you at he's alive; and that you didn't shoot yourself." I paused, my breathing, my movements, my mouth from trying to fight back what she was saying.

He can't be... I saw him... die, right there before my eyes! He simply can't be alive!

My fists clenched in absolute anger, "I don't need you to spare my fucking feelings!" I sat up, despite the fact that I still had healing wounds, even she noticed and tried to put my back down, but I simply refused. "I don't need you to tell me that the man that I ever loved didn't die! And that he's possibly in the other room, breathing, eating, sleeping..." I trailed off, looking into her dark green eyes, they shined in fear. But it really didn't bother me what she looked like, it's the feeling in her eyes that shut me up. She looked genuine, like what she said was absolutely true. I looked down, casting my gaze to the ceiling, taking in shuddering breaths. "Where is he right now?"

I heard her gulp before clearing her throat, "I believe him being in room 2003, you're room 3984. That's because his injuries were a bit more severe and he had to be sent to the emergency room a couple of times. But I assure you that he's alive, and well, just as well as you in fact. You both heal extraordinarily fast, faster than any human being for that fact." She paused, letting what she said sink into my brain, trying to make me take in this new found information about Spain.

I looked away, disregarding that last statement about our healing techniques. "I want to see him..." My voice cracked, tears threatening again. "I need to see him for myself..." My voice gave up as small sobs escaped them.

She nodded her head in acknowledgment, then walked back to the door. "I'll be back soon..."

As soon as she left, more tears fell, sobs bounced off of the walls. I couldn't tell if it was tears of happiness or despair. I held myself, waiting and waiting, hoping to see his beautiful face smile once again, that sunshine that I missed more than anything... I want to see him happy to see me...

I held myself tighter, feeling my stitches become tense as I scrunched my body into itself. "Antonio! Please be alive, I need to see you one more time, if not that then more, much much much more!" I plea to only the wall, halfheartedly praying to God that he truly is breathing.

I stopped when I heard the door open, the creaking of the hinges made it almost impossible not to notice a visitor.

Feet and two big wheels emerged from the door, followed by a hospital gown, and dark sun-kissed skin that ran up the mans arms up to his face. The chocolate brown hair moving slightly to the small gust of air from the door.

It was him, Spain, Antonio... the one person I yearned for this entire time. His condition wasn't nice, considering that bandages wrapped his legs and arms.

The same woman rolled Spain into the room, then left.

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Spain's POV

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I sat there, in the wheel chair, watching as Romano looked at me; almost scared. I wanted to talk, but the burning sensation that came with it wouldn't let me.

Tears were built up in his eyes, his gorgeous olive eyes becoming shiny with tears.

"Y-You bastard..." His teeth clenched, and his hands balled up in fists. "I... I fucking h-hate you!" His sobs made his words jump.

"Lovi, I don't under-"

"BASTARD!!!!"

Romano leapt from his bed, ignoring the cords that tangled his wrists and fingers. Jumping into my arms, sobbing uncontrollably for no reason. His hot tears searing my extremely sensitive skin, but I didn't pull him away, instead I embraced him. He flinched and started to hiccup.

"I f-fucking hate y-your guts!" His grip tightened around me, almost as if he lost me. "I thought y-you were fucking d-dead!" His face moved closer into my neck, his hot breath making me get a little aroused. "I m-missed your d-dumb ass..." His curl got caught slightly in my curls, making him blush and wince. He gave this soft moan as a reaction to this situation. His hot breath being a little too unbearable. "S-stupid bastard, n-not now..." He pulled away form the embrace, his face the color pigment of the tomatoes that he loves to eat.

"Lovi... what's wrong-" My voice cut off as small lips pressed against mine. My heart rate accelerated. The kiss lasted long, passion of despair and pain lingered onto me, making me almost cry. Is this how Roma feels? Is this the pain that I absentmindedly gave him? Was it really that scary?

Romano pulled off of me, his hands gripping my sore shoulders. "Tell me everything is okay! And that you're really alive and that you can breathe, eat, sleep, pee, anything! I need to know I'm not dreaming.... I need to know..." His voice racked with pain, the falter in his voice was sad and melancholy.

I tried to clear my throat from any mucus that happened to be there, to prevent the scorching pain that came with each word.

"I love you Lovi~"

Just like that, the tears came more frequent in Roma's eyes, his face making the cutest expression as he openly cried out, maybe the first time in years since I've seen that.

"I love you too bastard!!!" He hugged my neck, body shaking with every sob escaping his lips. All I could do was pat his head and whisper sweet nothings into his ear, letting my italian calm with every second passing by.

As time grew, Romano calmed down, wiping his eyes furiously, finally sitting back in his bed again, leaving my body to breathe once more. I'm still confused on what happened... Why was he crying so much, it couldn't be because of the crash right, even then, I was expecting to get smacked for not looking at the road.

Romano let out a soft sigh, almost blissful at that, a smile spread across his face, leaving small laughter to accompany it.

"Are you okay Lovi?" I held out my hand in concern, Roma has never laughed or smiled like that.

He nods his head in response, "I'm just so happy that you're alive... I don't know what I would've done if you left my small world..." He let out a chuckle, shifting his gaze on me.

"What do you mean Lovi? I don't think that a simple crash would make you so racked with emotion..." I trail off as Romano spilled a couple of tears.

"You died on your birthday..." and I sat there, listening to the entire story of how I died. Of how Belgium killed me, of how torn Romano was, of how he killed her because she confessed to killing me... All was so emotional and heart retching. Romano takes in large breaths to control his breathing.

I looked at the floor, sinking in the information, the pain that Romano held this entire time.

"I-" I paused, gulping before looking into his eye's confidently "I would never want you to go through that ever again!" Tears threatened to leave my eyes, hoping freedom to their solitude. "I don't want you to be afraid of everyday, fearing Belgium, me! I want you to be happy Lovi... I promise to never keep my eyes off the road..." I trailed off as I scooted forward, attempting to hold his fragile hands. "You believe me right?"

Romano nodded his head, unable to say anything back to me. I smiled. The room got brighter when I did that, illuminating Roma's olive eyes, making the gold specks shine more vibrantly. Gorgeous, magnificent, absolutely breath taking. I couldn't stop but look at his eyes, which looked back at mine in return.

"I missed your smile Antonio... I missed you so much..." Water glistened his shining eyes, making them sparkle. I smiled again, holding onto his hand, rubbing my thumb over his knuckles.

"I'm right here Lovi~" That's all it took for Romano before he leaned forward and kissed me hard. Our lips pressing against each other, now full of passion, lust, happiness. A kiss that I was ecstatic to return as a favor.

Our eye's were closed for affect, the hot breathing accompanied by soft moans against my lips, something that I would never take for granted. I held his face with my right hand, avoiding my left because of it still trying to heal.

The kiss deepened, making the room become hotter. I pushed my tongue past his lips, feeling his warm and wet cavern surround my tongue. He uses his tongue like a greeting to mine, twirling around it, trying to also go past and into my cavern. A more louder moan came from him, his body leaning further into me, wanting more. I brushed my thumb over his chest, causing him to jerk up and blush harder.

The creaking of the door happened and a terrified shriek came to the left of the us.

Romano pulled away almost instantly hearing the shriek. I leaned back, disappointed that our session had to be interrupted by the nurse.

She covered her face with the clip board, gripping the wood with strong hands. "I-I'm sorry for b-bothering you two... but I would like Antonio to come back to his room, he needs a check up..." She trailed off, glancing at the two of us again.

Romano sighed, looking at me with hurtful eyes. "You better pass that fucking check up, don't disappoint me bastard." He bent down with care, softly pressing a kiss on my lips, making them feel naked as he pulled away.

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Romano's POV

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I watched as he left. His face looking almost hurt for having to leave so soon. I was so disappointed when that nurse just had to show up as soon as things were getting heavy. Not like much would've happened anyways, Spain's still in that wheel chair.

Seeing him alive, made me feel alive. Made me want to hold him until we died. He's alive. And I'm awake.

Awake.

Awake...

I can't believe it, my life somehow has so much more meaning now.

Awake...

I can enjoy the sun instead of cry at it's beauty.

Awake...

I'm awake, and out of that terrible dream, out of that world that I had to endure. To see Spain smile again was bliss all on it's own. He said the right things, did the right things, made me feel the right things.

"Oh Antonio... I love you so much..."

And still, even now, even as I sit in this hospital bed; I smile, holding myself close.

I'll never stop loving Spain...

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A/N: Hey guys! last chapter here! I really hoped you liked this fan-fiction as much as I did making it, I would never regret the angst that I put you all through. I know that this ending is a little bit more happier, and less of death threats (hopefully ^^)

But fear not! I know that some of you smut lovers would love to have a little scene with Romano and Spain, and don't worry! I'm coming up with a prologue (or sequel) of what happens a little after the whole hospital thing, and then some fluff followed by lemon. I'm glad I have all of these fans and readers, you all mean the world to me and I would've never been able to do this without you, thanks for all the support guys! Peace!

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