A/N: I created an "Ask The BTT" book where you can ask any of the BTT anything you desire! Well, anyways! On with the story in present time!
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It's been two days since Spain's encounter with Romano, and all he can think about is how sad Romano looked him in the eyes.

Spain's staying with Romano until he can get a ride back to his kingdom.

Spain's POV

I walked into Romano's luxurious home, the furniture pure red velvet, the color reminded me of the chair that I should really throw out sooner or later. I brushed my fingers against the fabric and pulled back instantly from shock. It felt exactly like the fabric of my chair! I lept in joy as I plopped down in the chair and recline my body over the soft fabric.

Romano's house was amazing. He had an expensive couch, a flat screen tv, mahogany wood flooring, and you could see the opulence of the place just by glancing at the kitchen, where pillars stood framing the entrance. It was gorgeous. Everything about it made me want to live there.

I jumped up from the couch when I saw Romano coming down the stairs.

"Just because I'm letting you stay here for a few days, doesn't mean you're permanently living here, got that?" He snapped as he proceeded towards the kitchen.

"Hey Roma I-" Romano cuts me off, looking at me with anger in his olive green eyes.

"My name is fucking Romano, if you can't get it right then you might as well leave!" He yelled as he went over to the fridge and pulled out a tomato to chew on.

Romano's reaction to me saying Roma was quite shocking to me, but then again, I did give him away to Austria, I wonder if Austria told him? Probably not.

"Roma," Romano cut me a glare. "-no... did Austria tell you the reason why I gave you up?" I ask in wonder.

Tears formed in Romano's eyes as he spoke. "No, never... he said that he'd tell me when he thought I could handle it..." Romano looked away, turning his back slightly towards me. "I-I..." Romano made an adorable hiccup sound as he spoke. "I missed you, you fucking BASTARD!" Romano lept towards me in a hug, throwing his tomatoe in the air. I held him tight against my cheast and stroked his hair, carful of the curl.

"Romano... I'm sorry for ever leaving you... I missed you more than you think I probably did." I pull him in tighter and place my chin on his head, glancing at his curl. "I see that your curl has gotten longer and curlier..." I state the obvious as I bring my hand to his curl. He stopped me instantly, holding my wrist tightly, and said slowly.

"Dont. Touch. Me..." He pulled away from our embrace, his hand still on my wrist. "You are not the Spain I once loved... And I am not the Romano you once knew... I am independent, and I don't need you anymore. You were merely a pillar of my sanity. Now that the pillar has been knocked down, I have learned to hold myself up on my own." Romano said it so casually that fear overwhelmed me. Tears broke out, my knees buckled, my heart ached with sorrow. My lovely Roma I once knew, is now dispersed, alone, afraid, independent...

Romano noticed the tears in my eyes, as they flowed like a gallant river.

"S-Spain?" He asked me with a saddened expression. The tears came quicker as I glance at his face numerous times.

"Roma-" I say getting cut off by my choking on my own saliva.

"Spain! Bastard! Are you okay!?" Romano reached out to me.

My body collapsed to the floor, my body heating instantly. I felt sick, and unable to move. The last thing I saw was Romano kneeling on the ground before me, hovering his hands over my chest, reminding me of his adorable child-like self.

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Romano's POV

Spain collapsed without warning. I felt my heart beat out of my chest as I see his cheeks turn bright red. I kneel down beside him, hovering my hands over his body as if he just came back from war. He was unconscious in my kitchen.

I can already tell that he'd be too heavy to lift. I look over at my couch and grin. I then look back at Spain and I drag him across the ground to the couch. I lay him on the couch and cross his arms over his chest, like he was dead.

Hehe, now I can sabotage the fuck out of him.

I meddled as I rubbed my hands together.

His body turned towards me, his eyes still shut, his breathing rapid. I stopped my maniacal thoughts and put my hand on top his forehead. His head was as hot as the sun its fucking self.

S-pain...

I bent down towards his forehead, and I kiss it. The heat transferred to my lips, which sent a chill down my spine. I pull away from his forehead and get tempted to kiss it again. So I bent down and kissed his forehead again, enduring the heat that radiated off of him. The heat was such a good feeling. It was as if my lips were glued to his forehead, unable to remove them. I didn't mean it when I said that he wasn't the Spain I once loved, because, to be truthful, I'm still deeply in love with him.

I kiss his temples, working my mouth down to the corners of Spain's lips. Having him back is an amazing relief, even though I told him those awful words; I might tell them to him again and again, until I can no longer speak.

My lips felt comfortable on his, my hands riding from his belly to his neck, his muscles have gotten looser, but he still kept his figure.

I pulled away from his lips as I lick mine to savour Spain's taste. I've missed and loved him for so long, that my body aches for Spain's hands to touch me again. I hold his hands and feel his body cool down by the minute. I felt so relieved that I was tempted to kiss him again, and as I was bending down to do just that, I saw Spain's eyes slowly flutter open and notice my actions. His hand clasped mine.

"Sp- Spain, I......."

To Be Continued!
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A/N

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