Romanos POV

To be honest, I was really surprised when Spain hit me... it keeps crossing my mind that he saw right through my lie. I guess my lying hasn't gotten any better, curse me. I mean when I was just a child Spain would threaten to hit me when I acted selfish. I had perfectly good reasons as to why I acted in that way. My cheek stings though, that bastard!

I get my suitcase and grab as many things as I could, tears threatening to escape my eyes. I can't believe Spain to be so persistent with me...

"Fuck you... bastard..." I said outloud while shoving my clothes in. I can't tell if that treaty helped,Spain become nicer. I mean, he says that he let go of his pirate days and became more peaceful, but how can I believe him when he looks at me with fire deep in his emerald eyes, or just now when he slapped me? What am I doing wrong in this situation?

"Eh?" I look at my suitcase and see it filled to the top.

How the hell am I going to close this now?

I sit on top of the suitcase as I zip the zipper of the bag. Miraculously it closed!

I made sure to keep clothes aside to put on, because Spains place is beyond my temperature, so I have to ware light clothing in order to not fry up.

I go to my closet and pull out a box, at the top it says 'memories'. To be honest they aren't real memories, they're just things I want to remember, for instance my straw hat... its not the same as the one Spain made me, but it's decent and reminds me of him.

I hug the hat before putting it on, I grabbed my suitcase and walking down the hallway to the stairs. I slowly went down noticing Spain's eyes follow me, his cheeks red, emerald eyes wide, jaw almost about to drop. Did something look wrong on me? I blush as I stiffen from the awkward silence between us.

"There, I'm done packing, lets go now..." I said shifting my shirt. When Spain didn't speak for a while I shot him a glance and all I saw in his eyes were a cloudy emerald, they weren't shining like they usually do. "Wh-what's your-"

"You ready to go Romano?" What!? I told him I was ready! That bastard, interrupting me when I was about to say something!

"Didn't I fucking say 'let's go'?" I snapped at him as I walked to the door in a hurry. Something grabbed my wrist, Spains hand clasped around it. I shot him a glance and he flinched a little. What's on his mind?

"If you don't want to come back, tell me... but let me just say one thing, Su la persona más importante para mí, y me preocupan profundamente por ti ... todo lo que quiero es que seas mía de nuevo ..."

Huh? I didn't understand... what did he say? I tilt my head as he gives off a half hearted laugh.

"Lets just leave then..." His happy face had a hint of melancholy, his eyes lost their gleam, his face looked stressed. I feel really concerned for him... but why should I be? All he's ever done for me was... everything...

Spain walked ahead of me, stiding to my car. All I did was stand there shocked by my sudden realization. Spains done so much for me, he's done the burden of taking care of me since I was little, he's bathed me, fed me, clothed me, put a roof over my head when Austria didn't want me. But I don't think he has a clue how happy I was when he tried so hard to take me back from Austria during 1713; and succeed. Then he sent me right back to him!?

Anger swelled up inside me. Why can't he see that I never wanted to leave him! And I still don't! Knowing that he'll be away from me again frightens me to the point of crying.

Spain stopped by my car and jingles the keys with his precious smile on that I missed over the years. "You coming?" Spain said chuckling.

"O-of course asshole!" I can't understand why I feel this way about him, I mean he obviously has no problem figuring it out! "Hurry so I can get unpacked!" I said stomping to my car, throwing my suitcase in the back seat.

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We finally reached Spains place, Spain was very eager to get me settled into my old room. When I went there I noticed everything was clean. Everything! Not one place had dust, I was quite impressed with it though...

I walk over to my desk and notice papers scattered -the only place not cleaned- but scattered amongst the papers was my open diary. Why though? It was opened to the last diary entry.

Dear Diary,

Spain hasn't been coming back in a while, and I worry deeply for him. The next time he comes back I'm definitely going to tell him to quit being a pirate so he can spend more time with me. Hopfully everything will go well...

I remember writing that. I traced my fingers across the words. And I remember going to Spains room and reading all of his diary entry's, until my heart could take no more.

"Its nice to be back, huh?"

"Wha-?" I turned around to see Spain leaning at the frame of the door. "Uh, yeah, I guess it is..." I Said looking back at my diary, tracing my fingers along the edges.

"Everyday since you left I've cleaned this room." Spain said walking around. "Not one corner overlooked."

My eyes widened, so he's been cleaning my room even when I was gone? How? Why? I look over at him, and he was walking towards my bed, and he just stood there, staring at me. I blushed,why is he looking at me like that?

"Got something to say bastard?" The red on my cheeks brightened when Spain mumbled sweet words.

"Tí amo... Roma" Spain smiled, as he walked towards me. "I want you to say it too... come on, 'Tí amo España', come on, say it..." Spain walked towards me, he got so close that his forehead touched mine. " fine, if you won't then I will say it one more time... Tí amo Roma..." Spain tilted his head, his lips barely brushed mine before a voice interrupted us.

"Romano!" I turn my head towards the door, forgetting what Spain and I was doing, his shoulders stiffened. The person at the door was non other than...

"Belgium?" I said baffled.

"Don't ware it out, its been so long since I've seen you Romano, how's it been?" Spain stormed away and stood near my bed once more.

"Its been good I guess, Spains taking me back, so I guess everything's turning out well." I said looking at Belgium, she really hasn't changed in appearance huh?

"Spain?" She asked, Spain turned his direction towards her.

"Yes?" Spain said approaching her stiffly.

"Your needed at the front, I think it was your boss?"

"What! Why didn't you say so?!" Spain turned towards me and smiled. "I'll be right back..." He said before sprinting past Belgium. The air became uneasy when he left.

"You got nerves kid..." Belgium said walking towards me. "What made you come back anyways? Was it for Spain, or for you?" She started to circle me, I felt strangely intimidated.

"I came back because Spain made me, Why do you care anyways?" I asked her. She stopped infront of me with fire in her eyes like Spain did.

"You have no idea how close I was to Spain becomeing free from you... you've trapped him for years, like a fly in a spider's web, when I finally got rid of that web, you recreate it and capture him once more. You have no clue how hard it was for me to get him to forget about you! Just so he could focus on a girl; me!" She got closer to me, her index finger poking my chest. "Your destroying all of my progress being here! If you don't want to be separated again then you best leave right now! Or I can tell England So he can capture you, and keep you, in his dungeon FOREVER!"

"What does England have to do with this? Why are you using him as a main threat to me?" I asked confused.

"Remember that time when Spain left you at that summer house, the day England took him hostage? I, me Belgium, was the one who told England where you two were vacationing at... it really killed Spain, but it was worth it, Spains mine and no one will take him away, not even a worthless, good for nothing, mainstreaming, BRAT!"

My eyes widened, it was Belgium all this time... She was the one who separated Spain and I when we clearly wanted to be together... rage, killing, death, revenge, was all I could think about when I glance at Belgium.

"And if you tell Spain I told you all of this, I will be double sure you never see him again..." she pulled away from my face, a smile plastered on her face. Sweat rolled down my forehead and behind my neck, my curl was distorted in a curly zig-zag.

"I'm back!- eh, what happened in here?" I turned my head towards Spain slowly, tears threatening to fall.

"Nothing Spain darling, I was just talking with Romano, there's nothing wrong with that... right?" Belgium said walking towards Spain, kissing him on the cheek. "I'll be back soon, I have an errand to run back at my place."

After a good few minutes Spain was the first to speak.

"What we're you two talking about?" He walked toward me with his hand out, reaching for my head. I slapped his hand away; he pulled back displeased. I really didn't want him touching me.

"It's nothing you have to worry about..." I dragged my feet to my bed and layed down. "Just leave, I need to think to myself for a moment..."

"Uh, um, okay... I'll see you at dinner then..." Spain left shutting the door behind him. An hour has passed since he left, after a moment linger I balled to my hearts content.

Belgium that bitch! She will not slow me down because Spain likes me more than her! I slam my head on the wall.

I hate her guts now...

"I hope you fucking die!" I screamed at the ceiling.

Then a pit pat was heard on my door. Oh shit...

"Come in..." I said, Spain walked in the room with a tray of food.

"I thought you should eat something, here." Spain took a spoon full of his famous beef stew. "Say 'Ahh'"

"Eh? Ah..." I opened my mouth letting him feed me. This is so embarassing. I chewed my food down. I opened my mouth again for Spain to feed me another spoon full, but he placed the tray beside my bedside table.

"I'm so glad your back Romano..." Spain said crawling near me. I pulled back when I thought of Belgium and what she said. Spains face came close to mine, my body tingled. Spain pressed his body against mine, I forced myself not to hug him, but then he started to wrap his arms around my back gently. Even though Belgium told me that he was hers, I wonder how much of Spain knows that he belongs to her? I put my hands on his shoulders and push him away to meet eye level. The corner of Spains eyes glossed with liquid. His hand caressed my cheek; shiver ran down my back, I felt so safe with him around.

"Spain I-I cant..." I said unaware of what I was sputtering. Spain shook his head.

"I want you Romano, even though you refuse me I will keep trying! I love you Romano! Nothing will change that!" Spain said pecking me on the lips to prove his words.

All we did that night was catch up on small details over the years, and nothing else.

Well then Belgium, you have competition ahead of you, and I don't think you will enjoy it...

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A/N

Thank you all for waiting for this chapter! I'm very happy that I have all of these followers and readers! Thank you! Now I made Belgium a total bitch! Sorry for those Belgium fans!

Credit to Chelseadrag for editing! (Don't give her credit yet, she still hasn't done shit)

Translations:
-Su la persona más importante para mí, y me preocupan profundamente por ti ... todo lo que quiero es que seas mía de nuevo ...---Your the most important person to me, and I care deeply for you... all I want is you to be mine again...

Tí amo- I love you (duh)

Have a nice Day/Night/Evening/Afternoon!

CC_Green-Spain~

(P.s. sorry it's taking long.... please forgive me...)