Romanos POV

I stood under the shower head, rethinking last night.

Did that really happen? Did Spain do those things?

I tilt my head back, was those feelings I felt last night... no... Spain left me, I can't possibly think of him like that!

I smack my face as hard as I could to deprive my mind from those thoughts, but all I can think about is how Spain made me feel.

My body tingled, my curl curved into an unknown shape to me, and, and his hands... I lifted up my hand to strike myself, but then I felt too weak to, so all I could really do was sit. The water poured on me like a galliant waterfall; pulling my knees to my chest.

Eventually I left the shower and went downstairs with fresh clothes on! When I reached the kitchen I saw Spain sitting on the counter with a coffie mug in his hands, and an extra one near the brewer.

"Thanks..." I grabbed for the cup as I walked by Spain, but he grabbed my wrist and gave me this weird stare.

"What happened last night?"

"EAHHHHH!!" Could I seriously not have thought of a better way to answer? And plus, I can't believe he would ask such retarded question! "You mean you don't remember!? Bastard, do you even know how embarrassed you made me feel!?" Spain gave me a dumb look. Wow, so I guess he was too sick... "Either way bastard, I'm not going to have my morning without coffee, so if you will excuse me!" I reach for the mug, and get interrupted again!

"Please tell me....." Spain had such a cute pleading voice. I was very hesitant at first, but I told him everything.

"Oh, I see, so I was half asleep..." Woh woh woh! He was half asleep the entire time!? "When I'm sick or half asleep I do things I would naturally never do."

"Damn it you bastard! You- you made me feel all... weird..." I look at the tiled floors with red brushed on my cheeks.

"Well then," Spain said jumping off of the counter, my eyes darted up to Spains emerald eyes, Spain looked down at me with a grin played on his face. "Do you mind showing me in person what we did?" My cheeks brightened with red, holy shit, he looks serious! Spain bent down and pecked my cheek, he pulled away then pecked my nose. He then took his free hand and lightly pulled my curl

"Sp-ain-" Oh no, my curl, its turning into that shape unknown to me. Spain noticed it to, so he continued moving his hand and pulled on hit harder, rubbing my curl to the point where legs started shaking.

I push myself off of Spain.

"Damn it bastard! Dont get me like that!" I hate myself for stopping Spain, to be honest I didn't want Spain to stop, I wanted his hands all on me, his lips everywhere, his-

"Romano, I'm sorry, I won't do It again..."

"Col cazzo voi non." I said crossing my arms over my chest. Spain tilted his head. "Never mind bastard!" I storm away to my couch. "cazzo jackass Uther stronzo" I whispered under my breath. I grabbed the t.v. romote and turned on the most appealing channel to me.

Spain sooner or later sat next to me on the couch with sadness on his face.

"What is it bastard?" I said proping my elbow on the arm rest, resting my head in my palm.

"I need your honest opinion," Spain let out a deep sigh before turning towards me. "How would you like to go home?" I turn my head towards Spain, my eyes wide with shock. Did he just ask if I want to go home, like, with him? I realized that I looked shocked so I turned my head the other way.

"So? And what if I do want to go back... Your probably just going to give me up again..." A tear threatened to fall down my cheek. Spain got up and grabbed my shoulders, making my eyes meet Spains hurt emeralds ones.

"Dont ever think I'll let that bastard England take you! In-fact my pirate days are officially over, England and I signed a treaty to share our waters! I've put away my pirate gear and became a new man, just so I can take you back with me!" Spain said tears rolling down his cheeks as he smiled with joy. "Please, I promise to never give you up again... you have no idea how lonely I've been..." Spain whispered as he bent down and kissed my forehead.

My eyes widened when he kissed me on the forehead. I love Spain so much, but I can't possibly go back with him... no matter how much I've been dieing to.

I shake my head. "I can't trust you anymore, sorry Spain, but I'm doing just fine on my own." Then a loud smack echoed off the walls of my home, my cheek swelled with pain.

Did- Did Spain just hit me?

I hold my cheek in shock, not looking at spain.

"I'm sorry Romano, but I can tell your lying, and I only slapped you because I hoped it would knock sense into your thick skull..." Spain put his hands on his hips. "I can't stand it when you lie..." my cheek pulsed.

Damn, he hit me hard.

"Fine, I'll go back with you..." My bangs covered my eyes as I spoke, my voice shaked. "I'll get my bags ready..."

I walked away to my room, my face dark.

Spain's POV

Did I hit him too hard?

I paced as I ruffled my hair.

Should I really force Romano to come back? I know that he wants to come back, but whats stopping him from saying yes?

I continue to pace as I tred footprints in Romanos carpet.

"Soy un idiota." I say out loud wanting to punch something...

Eventually Romano came downstairs with shorts on and a button-up top with a straw hat. His suit case following behind him.

"There, I'm done packing, lets go now..." His outfit made me blush, his little straw hat reminds me of when he was little.

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Spains memory of Romano

I walked down my empty halls, Romanos presence was long gone. I felt so lonely, my bodys gotten so use to Romanos head butts that I wake up around breakfast time clutching my stomach. For some reason, I want Romano to inflict pain on me, just to prove he's still with me.

I walked by his room for the hundredth time. I opend the door and was greeted with the smell of earth. I walked to his desk, papers and utensils scattered across the desk, and amongst the mess was his straw hat. I remember making this for Romano, his little round head was too small for it. I chuckled remembering the time he couldn't see becuse it covered his eyes, but only after a year his head grew into it. I was so happy. Now. He's gone, and I won't ever have to listen to Romano complain about an itchy head because of the straw material.

"Yo siempre te recuerde Romano..." I hugged the hat as tears of joy slipped off of the straw.

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Spains POV

"You ready to go Romano?" I ask walking to the door.

"Didn't I fucking say 'let's go'?" Romano snapped as he walked past me to the door.

Hopfully Romano will see what he means to me...

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A/N Thank you for reading this chapter, and thank you for waiting for this new chapter, sorry the story isn't filled edited yet so there will be a lot of typos and such. But I hoped you liked it, I added their language because I felt like it would be less boring otherwise! Again thank you, all of you, followers and readers! You are all the reason why I'm continuing with this story!

Translations:
Col cazzo voi non- like hell you wont

cazzo jackass Uther stronzo- Fucking jackass mother fucker

Yo siempre te recuerde Romano- I will always remember you Romano

Soy un idiota- I'm a Idiot

Credit to Chelseadrag for editing. (Still need to edit, so don't give her credit until she does)

Have a nice Day/Night/Evening/Afternoon

Adiós a todos! -Goodbye everyone!

CC_Green-Spain~