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This chapter goes through Romano's emotions while Spain was gone completely... so if you think the story is going too slow please tell me and I will go just a tad bit faster in time... Enjoy!

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The soft pitter patter of rain hitting the window soothed me into a state of complete serenity. I knew it wouldn't last long though. My thoughts would always interrupt my short moments of happiness. I looked at my reflection in the wall mirror across from me.

I still can't believe that I'm fully grown by now, my legs longer, shoulders broader, hair longer, curl curlier, eyes looking greener than they did before, and my clothes and foot size changed! I don't wear that frilly dress anymore and my feet are now size 11's. My body has improved significantly since I was put to Austria. Austria is all about improving! It's quite fucking annoying, but I tolerate it.

There had been time after time that I had tried leaving Austria to go back to Spain, but Austria would always apear out of the blue and tell me that Spain's at war and that he cannot be bothered. I would deny the fact that he was at war and cry all the way home.

A tear falls down my cheek as I think about Spain coming home with cuts and bruises from his perilous war with Britain, and how no one will be there to take care of his wounds when he returns.

Spain, you bastard, why, why did you leave me with this piano bastard!?

I hear a knock on the door to my room. I turn my head to the door and see a shadow of a man in the doorway. My eyes widen with surprise as I see a uniform similar to Spain's.

"Sp-Spain?" I stumble out of my chair and break out in a run towards the shadow.

As I got closer the clothes on the shadow changed to Austria's clothes. I skidded to a hault, almost bumping into him.

"What do you want you piano idiot!?" I said leaning on the door frame trying to act cool. I can't believe I thought Austria was Spain.

"I came here to bring you breakfast... but I can see you're busy sulking." He turned to walk away but I grabbed his coat in time to stop him. "That's what I thought." He then walked in the room with the tray filled with food. He was placing them on my side table as he spoke. "Why haven't you been eating lately?" He asked filling my cup with orange juice.

"I'm just not hungry damn it! I don't have to give you a reason!" I said as stubbornly as possible. Austria slammed the tray to the ground and stomped towards me.

His face was so close our noses touched, and I was too afraid to pull away. "Your well being is more important to me than your feelings right now, so shut up and eat your food like you're told." Austria pulled away straightening his collar before walking towards the door.

"A-Austria?" I ask looking at the ground. "Can you please tell me why Spain gave me up?" I fiddled with my fingers as I look back at the window.

He sighed. "Maybe some other time, when you're ready to handle it." Austria left with the sound of the large doors slamming shut behind him.

"Damn it!" I yelled, punching the wall until my knuckles turned red. I broke down in tears as I looked at my knuckles in anger.

Why, why did Spain leave me? Is it because he finally got fratello and just needed to get rid of me?

"NO!" I cried out loud before walking over to my bed. I fell down on the bed face first, burrowing my face in the pillow. Turning my head to the side to see my bed side table, I see tomatos lined up to say "Roma." Oh Spain.

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Memory of Spain

I jump out of bed as I race to the door to greet Spain.

"Spain, Spain, make me dinner damn it!" I yell to him. When I turned the corner I saw Spain collapsed on the ground, blood encrusted on his jacket and face. "SPAIN!" I screamed in horror as I kneeled before his battered figure.

I hover my hands over his body, afraid to touch a sore spot. "Sp-Spain! What happened damn it!?" I yell at him as he groans in pain. I sucked a breath in sharply. Damn it. Damn it!

"Oh... hey..." He paused to cough. "Roma..." Spain's eyes were bloodshot and his mouth filled with fresh blood.

I shake in horror and disbelief if his nonchalance. "What the fuck HAPPEND!" I scream at Spain, grabbing ahold of his once white collar.

He didn't say anything, all he did was lift up his right hand and hold my cheek. Then he started caressing my cheek and said, "Roma... your cheeks... are so soft..." A tear rolled down my cheek and fell onto Spain's bloody fingers.

"Damn it Spain... you need to get patched up right away! Come, can you stand?!" I asked frantically.

Spain tried to pick himself up; he was wincing the whole way, but he managed to stand up with my help. He leaned against the wall and started panting. I held out my small hand, and he took it before I walked us toward the infirmary and laid him down on the bed in the room and took off his shirt.

His chest had cuts and bruises everywhere, some hard to make out because they were covered in blood. I carefully touched his wounded chest, but pulled back when he flinched in pain.

"I need to clean you up... bastard." I pull out alcohol and a hand towel; I soak it with the alcohol, dripping some on Spain. Spain hissed as the alcohol hit his skin.

I'd seen Spain like this before, but not as bad as this. I look at his festering skin before I slowly place the towel on a section of skin before wincing as Spain arched his back, his face contorting into a grimace of pain.

"Spain! Lay down damn it! You'll hurt yourself even more than you've already have!" I push Spain down on the bed and accidentally land on top of him. "Eh-ah..." I was out of words to say. My body was on top of Spain's injured one, and all I could do was clam up.

"Roma?" I looked at Spain, his bangs covering his eyes, as if he was thinking about something, but didn't know how to tell me what was on his mind.

"Yes?" I ask anxiously.

"... Nevermind... Just hurry up and patch me up." His eyes were still covered by his hair, he was still thinking about what to say, I could tell...

"Spain you bastard tell me!" I persist, but all he does is shake his head, thinking...

"Spain!-"

"Tí amo... Tí amo... Tí amo!" Spain kept repeating those beautiful words to me. He sat up and wrapped his arms around me in an embrace I never wanted to end. His cold body, his blooded skin against my clothes... Spain was important to me, he always will be, and no one will separate our love for each other.

"Spain..." I say, nuzzleing his neck with my chin. The scent of blood filled my nostrils as I spoke to Spain. "Will you never leave me? Always remember me, never forget my existence if one day I up and vanish from this world... Always remember 'us'..." I pull away from our precious hug, and we just stare at each other. Me on his lap, and him sitting up, tears running down his cheeks.

Spain touched my cheek, his hair still covering his face, sticky with blood, and he brushed away the custed blood left on me from him.

"I should start dinner..." A smile slowly crept on his face as he held my face.

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End of Romano's memory of Spain

Spain forgot... I cried where I laid, tears soaking the pillow.

"Spain!-" I scream sitting up instantly to go on my knees and scream to the ceiling. "Spain..." I hiccuped," Why? I loved you..."

Sleep over took me, and my dream was beautiful... I dreamt of Spain and I in our favourite clover field. I found a four leaf clover and handed it to him and said,

"Remember me?"

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A/N

To be honest with you, I was running out of inspiration to write this chapter, so it appeared shorter than the last, but I really want to work my way up to longer chapters!

What do you guys think of this fanfic so far? I personally like it, but do you guys have any suggestions on how to make it better!? Tell me and I will be sure to mention you in my chapters! I hoped you liked this chapter! Thank you to all of the followers and readers!

Credit to Chelseadrag for editing!

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