Spains POV

Having to leave Romano was the hardest thing I'd ever done. And being trapped in England's dungeon didn't help. Everyday I would curl up into a ball in the corner, thinking about Romano and wondering what he was feeling. Oh how I want him in my arms!

I would scream to myself, everytime I felt Romano in danger or sad, I sceamed.

"Roma, Roma, Roma, Roma, Roma..." I countinue to say his name under my breath, as if we were in that study room right now. His sweet scent of tomatos was the best part about Romano. I just lay on the ground, almost to the point where you'd think I was dead, if not for my constant rocking back and forth. I wish I'd never sent him away to Austria...

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Romano's POV

I stayed in the summer house we bought. Waiting for Spain to come back and hug me saying, "It's okay Romano, it's all taken care of, England won't hurt you..." But he never came, and I never got to hear those precious words...

~Two days later~

I'm still at the house, and the tomatos are running out. I need Spain! For these two nights I've been cooped up in this summer house, I've had to cry myself to sleep, and wish for Spain to come.

This was suppose to be our vacation day! And I'm trapped in the abandoned summer house, awaiting his return.

After another day with just me and my lonely self, someone finally came knocking on the door! I was in the large bed Spain and I were supposed to share. I jumped off of it and ran to the front door.

"Spain, you bastard! You had me-" then as I turn the corner to the entryway I see Austria. "Au-Austria?" I said, bemused, before walking toward Austria cautiously.

"Romano," He paused letting out a deep sigh. "Spain told me to get you..." Austria said, his expression was sad and depressed.

"What do mean? Spain would never!" I wanted to believe what I said, but wishing for something to be true is for fairy tales... and that's how I've always thought Spain and my relationship went. I wished that he would stop getting into wars, and start spending more time with me. I felt strange being in Austria's house, Feliciano wasn't here. In fact, Austria's place was a little abandoned. Everything was clean, but there wasn't as many people around Austria's place as there were in Spain's kingdom. But being with Austria, at least I felt the tiniest bit secure here.

"Right now for the time being you have to follow my rules, no slacking off, no destroying my things, no profanity, and don't ask questions. Questions?"

"Only one," I didn't wait for him to answer. "Do you by any chance have toma-"

"No!" He said instantly. Turning away leaving me in the hall, alone, again.

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~3 Years later~
~Spain's POV~

3 years... 3 years since I've seen Romano, and he's improved dramatically and emotionally over the years without me. Belgium was right, hard though it may be to admit. So I've been watching  him in secret, seeing his progression myself. He's not as open to people like he used to be, and his voice got deeper and more husky, and his body more developed. Austria really changed my Lovi. I'm such a horrible person for giving him up like that... but I had no choice, it was all for his safety, hopefully he doesn't take it as I didn't need him anymore...

I still chant 'Roma' every night in my dreams about him.

There has been times when I thought I should visit Romano, and jump into his arms. But would he even recognize me?

Romano's POV

That damn bastard Spain. Why won't he come visit, one time would be better than no time at all. Loneliness is something that I'm far too familiar with now. Spain throwing all of his trust to Austria, damn bastard!

I sat at a coffee table, my legs hurting from standing and attending customers all day.

One conspicuous man walks in the coffee shop with a tattered drench coat and sat at an empty table for two.

People that inconsiderate of other peoples well being grind my gears. I walk up to the man with a menu in my hands, and a fake smile portrayed on my face.

"Welcome sir, here's the menu, please call for me when you're ready to order- my name is Lovino-," the man fliched when I said my name. "So call me when you-" I cut off as I realized I repeated my last sentence. Shit. "Please enjoy your time..." I walked away to my post. This man has a weird vibe about him. I couldn't see his face, so I couldn't tell who he reminded me of... I looked at his legs to at least identify something, only to see that they were linen wraped.

My eyes widen in realization as I gasp.

I speed walked back over to the man and threw down his hood.

Brown shaggy hair moved like waves in an ocean, skin tan colored, the man took at look at me and I saw emerald green eyes.

"Sp-Antonio?"

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A/N

I can tell that this story is looking depressing, but im only going through the emotions on how Romano and Spain became who they are. (In my perspective)

But I hope you liked the chapter! And thank Chelsedrag for editing!

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