I remember... everything... my anger... my frustration... my pain...

Nothing made sense anymore... Romano was probably injured terribly.... and here I am, in a beautiful flowery field... no pain, no anything... just serenity. I figured I was dead, no longer walking with the living... but then again, I could be sleeping, or even day dreaming... who knows.

All I could hear was the wind blowing through the field...

"What am I going to do?" I muttered hopelessly as I dropped my head into my hands, squeezing my eyes shut. "How am I going to look at Romano the same way ever again? He probably thinks I'm a dumb bastard anyway and that I should just die..."

But Roma would never mean it...my consciousness tried to remind me.

I walked around for a bit, trying to ignore the nagging thought that Romano, my precious Roma, hated me... if only I'd have just shut up and driven... this wouldn't have happened... I took a shuddering breath as I felt a sharp pain in my chest, and I fell to my knees as my vision blurred. I tried to blink my vision clear, but it just got darker as the pain in my chest grew until I was laying on the floor, clasping at my chest in agony. My head was spinning as I tried to form a thought, but all I could think as my breath got shallower was-

Roma...

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Romano's POV
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My eyes fluttered open to the sound of the monitors beeping ringing in my ears like an echo. Why does my head hurt? I went to rub my head, but when I did I found a cast replacing my hand. Huh? I looked around me, still a bit drowsy, but when I moved I felt a sharp pain on my neck and abdomen that caused me to go stiff in pain. "Ugh... fuck... that hurts" I tried to relax and took a shuddering breath in. What's happening to me?... what happened to me? I looked at the bed I was laying in, the casts on my arms, another on my leg, and what felt like a brace on my neck.

I sighed and glancing at the window... seeing the sun rise... it reminded me of Spain's smile... so beautiful, innocent, and lights up my heart every time I see it...

I could hear the clicking of heels approaching my room, making me look towards the door. A woman with a high bun, a clipboard, pen, and a lab coat came to my bed side, a smile spread on her face.

"Hello, I'm Lucy Goodrich, I'm your nurse. I'm here to see if everything is functioning properly, and to see that you're fit and healthy." Her smile was wide and creepy, nothing compared to Spain's.

I nodded my head.

"Alright," she flashed a light in my eyes. "Your eyes are still in working condition, and they look better than they were last night... okay, let me put pressure on your abdomen." She barely pressed two fingers on me and I was already wincing and wanting to scream in pain. Damn it, this shit hurts like hell... She pulled back, writing in her clipboard. "I would advise you not to move for a couple of weeks. Firstly," she flipped a page on her clipboard "you suffer a sprained neck, your leg was crushed by the dashboard, but we got you out in time to save it, your arm was trapped on your seat belt, and the other was crushed by the man beside you, but both were recovered... glass was shattered and it cut your abdomen quite brutally... you're very lucky sir, you could've lost your life..."

My eyes widened... I could've lost my life? I struggled to wrap my head around it... but then I remembered.

"Where's Antonio? Is he okay?" My voice was raspy, but still surprisingly audible, especially after last night.

The woman's expression changed dramatically, turning melancholy.

"You seem to be healing quite nicely..." she said evasively, making me narrow my eyes at her in a glare.

"What happened to Antonio!!?"

"Lovino sir, do not raise your voice, these walls are thin and many other sick patients are asleep..."

"Then answer my damn question... Where. Is. Antonio."

"Wait a moment while I get the doctor..." then she dashed out, her head down.

What the hell is her problem?

I sighed, my throat was dry... I probably shouldn't have yelled like that... ugh...

I closed my eyes for a second, and Spain's smile could be seen for a slight second, and I couldn't help but do the same, but suddenly blood filled my vision, his smile was a frown, his eyes were watery, they looked almost in pain, then in a flash I saw blood surround him, he looked at both of his hands, tears falling quickly, and then he screamed, like he did from the crash.

"Sir! Are you okay!?"

I thrashed my body around, screaming, crying, blood leaked from my wounds on my abdomen. Then I opened my eyes, my breathing sharp and erratic, and my eyes wide in fear.

"Y-Yeah... sorry..." I clutched my stomach, groaning in pain.

"Don't worry, I'll get some nurses in here to stitch you back up." Then she dashed, again...

I just want to see Spain's smile... I started to cry, and then nurses came in and stitched up my open wound. Then they left, leaving me alone.

After a while the nurse with the high bun, popped her head out of the doorway and smiled, "The doctor found time to see you" then she left, her presence being filled by a man in a white coat.

"Lovino Vargas is it?" The man got closer, his facial expression stern as the glasses perched on the bridge of his nose gleamed in the light above.

"How's Antonio?!" I blurted out, eyes wide in anticipation.

The man fixed his glasses and sighed before locking his gaze on mine. "Would you like good news, or the bad news?"

I just kept staring, not knowing what to do, or say. "H-how's Antonio?" I looked down, averting my gaze.

The man let out a sigh. "He's stable... his injuries were terrible... much worst than yours..." my eyes widened in shock, "his injuries will bring him down in the future... he's died twice during the procedure... I don't know how long he'll last until he dies the final time..." tears blurred my vision.

"C-can I see him?" The tears kept falling, and I couldn't stop them.

"I guess it wouldn't be too bad for you to see him, but you too are healing, so please be careful of how you move around..." then like that, the man walked off.

Once the man left, I broke into a river of tears, I couldn't help but sob and throw a fit, I thrashed around in my bed, I punched the armrest with my cast, but no matter how hard I tried to control myself, all I could do was cry and inflict pain on myself.

After about an hour of my fit, the nurses stitched up any open wounds, and helped me to Spain's room. As soon as I walked in the room all I could smell was death.

"Why does it smell so bad in here?" I plugged my nose.

The nurse replied, "This is were the people go when their time is almost near." She closed her eyes as if to mourn. I felt bad for her... seeing so many die before her eyes... must be traumatizing...

They lead me to Spain's small room, and all I could see was casts, bandages, blood, and monitors. I gasped.

"We'll be outside if you need anything." the woman left... leaving me and Spain alone.

"A-Antonio?..." I stuttered, reaching out my hand with the cast on it.

"Mm..." he groaned, moving around a bit. I flinched, tears falling again, but it wasn't the gross sobbing from earlier.

"I-it's me, L-Lovino... your tomato... your lover..." I was surprised by my last word, I never thought of us like that... but now, after everything we've been through, I think it best suited the occasion.

His eyes opened for a second, then when he saw me he put a grin on his face. "Hola... have you come to visit?" I stood there in shock. What did he mean? "What's your name? I've seem to have forgotten..." his voice was scratchy... but his words were perfectly coherent.

"I-I'm Lovino... y-your lover... don't you remember me?!" I yelled at him. I was getting frustrated now. "Don't you remember the man you fell in love with!!!?" I yelled at him more, my anger getting out of hand. "WHAT HAPPENED TO MY ANTONIO!!!!?" I broke down crying, his expression confused.

"I don't know you... I'm sorry... but I'd like you to leave..." his tone was serious... what the hell happened to you? I limped out of the room, the nurses hurrying to my side to bring me back to my room. Why didn't he remember me?

I laid in my bed, the smell was sweeter and definitely more bearable... I sighed to myself, tears slipping slowly down my cheeks... "Why didn't he remember me?" I sobbed to my self, holding the covers close to me, crying myself to sleep.

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Romano's dream
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I woke up, my eyes fluttered open, and I looked to my left and saw my side of the bed empty.

"Where's Spain?" I asked myself as I sat up in bed. I rubbed my eyes, looking around my room, was the crash just a dream?

I walked out of my room, my clothes were torn, red, dirty. "Wait what? I slept in this?" I blinked my eyes for a second and my scenery changed to the streets, cars were piled on each other, paramedics and police cars swarmed the scene, ambulances rushed just in time to put people in stretchers. What's happening?

I walked closer to the scene, the stretchers going in the ambulances one by one. But one looked familiar.

Spain was one of those people.

"ANTONIO!" I scream reaching out for him, but I fell, and the ground shook. Huh!?

I blinked my eyes again and I was at home once more. What happened? My clothes we're hospital clothes. I barely blinked my eyes and then suddenly I at the hospital. "The fuck!" I yell at the ceiling, walking around. "Antonio! Where the fuck are you?" I continued walking, and walking, and walking, but I never saw or found him. I found the nearest seat and sat down. I sighed "Where can Antonio be?" I slouched, tears falling swiftly from my cheeks.

Spain stood right in front of me, "Roma?" I popped my head up.

"A-Antonio? W-why aren't you using my human name?"

"Roma..." his expression was sad.

"Spain! What the hell!" I got up before collapsing on the floor. I looked at my leg to see the cast was back, along with my neck brace and arm casts. What the fuck?! I forced myself to look up at Spain, and his eyes were glossy.

"Forgive me Roma..." then he turned and walked away.

"Spain! SPAIN!" I reached my hand out, but it was too late, and I opened my eyes.

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End of Romano's dream
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"SPAIN!" I sat up in bed, sweat beading on my forehead, and I was panting like crazy. What the fuck happened? I laid back down in my bed, sighing. "I just want to go home..."

I tossed and turned, not able to sleep... why didn't he remember me? I looked at the ceiling and smiled. "I'm sure Spain's fine... he's much more stronger and powerful than me... so I'm sure he's perfectly fine... I'm sure of it..." then after that, it was almost as if having that reassurance was all that I needed.

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2 hours later
>>Spain<<
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The doctors swarmed the operation room, Spain laying on the table. "His heart failed! Get the defibrillator! We need him alive!"

Hours and hours passed of the operation, but to no avail. The time was 9:23 February 12th.

Spain was pronounced dead that night.

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Morning
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I woke up to see a nurse standing at the foot of my bed, and the doctor from before stood right beside her.

"What's going on?" I forced myself to look at them. Their expressions were depressed, melancholy, sad...

"Lovino... sir..." The man spoke first... "Antonio Fernandez Carriedo," why is he saying Spain's full name? "was pronounced dead last night," my eyes widened, "his death time was 9:23 P.M on February 12th.... I'm sorry for your loss...." he bowed his head and left with the nurse following quick behind him.

I couldn't breath as I stared blankly at nothing, my body stiff as my head spun.

"H-he's not dead...h-he's not...." tears slipped from my eyes, "... he's not dead! HE CAN'T BE FUCKING DEAD!!"

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A/N:...... so....... I'm ready! Shower me with your hate for this chapter! I deserve it! But that doesn't mean that the story's done yet, so stay tuned for anything surprising your way.... but I'd like to apologize for braking any hearts... it broke my heart just writing the chapter... I could've made Spain's death more gruesome and scary... but I think him dead alone is enough, so there you go...

Have a good Morning/Afternoon/Evening/Night

CC_Green-Spain~

Special thanks to Chelseadrag for editing