It's been 15 hours since the scary night.... I can't believe I went back to Spain after he touched me... and I liked it.... I want him to touch me again, and kiss me, and say 'Roma' to me again.

I felt tingly near my groin.

"DAMN IT!" I yell in my room, punching my pillow. "GOD I HATE MY BODY!!!" I pant dropping down on my bed, I brushed my fingers through my hair, avoiding my curl.

Knock knock...

"Its me... boss..." Spain opened my door and and walked to me. I threw my pillow over my face, hiding my blush.

"What do you want bastard?" I curled in a ball, the weight on my bed shifted when Spain Sat down.

"I wanted to talk to you about last night..." my body stiffened. "Are you... okay?"

"DO I LOOK OKAY BASTARD!?" I sit up, my face a bright red.

"I was just wondering if what happened last night was really you." He looked at the ground, fumbling with his thumbs.

I flinched, I took a huge gulp and looked away blushing a dark red... I fumbled with my thumbs as my curl became that unknown shape again.

"Huh?" He looked at me and saw my curl, his jaw dropped and he reached out to poke my curl, which made me really horny. "Roma...."

"FUCK OFF!" I push Spain's hand off of me and cross my arms over my chest. My lips pouted, which Spain -the bastard- cooed over me.

"Awe!! Roma's pouting! So cute!!" He leaned forward to pinch my cheeks. His pinching stopped and he looked serious, never before have I seen this face that serious.... "I love you Romano..... please... stay with me forever?" He held my hands, making my cheeks go to a darker shade of red.

But... I thought he didn't love me?... I push Spain away, covering my face from embarrassment.

"Why are you being this way with me spain?... it all started with that one night when I told you to not call me Roma anymore... and then the a 'scary night'.... what's going on in your mind?"

Spain looked around nervously. "I'm sorry Roma... but.... I'm in love with you..." He looked me in the eyes, his emerald eyes becoming a musky emerald color.

"How can you say that you're in love with me when you haven't seen me in years...?" I blush as I mess with my hair. Spain reached for my hand and smiled.

"Do you remember our time on the chair? When I would say ' Roma...' on your neck, and how you would always allow me too? ..... No matter what happened with us, or how It happened, but I still love you conditionally and unconditionally.... " Spain leans in a pecks my cheek.

I blush mad red and turn away, taking my hand from Spain's to cross my arms. "Don't touch me bastard.... plus, WHAT WAS THAT ABOUT LAST NIGHT!?" I scream in his face.

"I was trying to-"

"Trying to seduce me? No! You know, there is other ways for you to calm me down!" I huffed looking away, blushing.

Spain held my hand again, and my head immediately turned to Spain. "But I chose this method for a reason..." he pokes my curl before walking to the door. "Breakfast is ready Roma... Come to the dining room when you're ready..." He leaves with a bright smile.

I groan in anger and how cute Spain looked like when he smiled.... Spain has been acting weird lately though... His sparkle has gotten duller, and less... beautiful... I smile to my self... I'm really glad he's not here to see me smile...

I lay my head on my pillow and I slowly drift to sleep.

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In Romano's Dream
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My eyes flutter open to see a clear blue sky above my head, a meadow under my body, and a big willow tree to my far right. Everything else was just more clear sky's and meadows, except for that one tree. I sat up, I was wearing a pink button up shirt, and beige khakis. I looked around confused, my body felt very light. I stood up on my feet and almost fall.

The wind picked up vigorously, and the particles in the air blinded me for a few seconds before I saw a figure, it was of a man, and this man was very tall. He started to walk towards me, his silhouette becoming more clear. The man had a beard, and his hair was parted a certain way; a curl poked from that part of the hair.

He's Italian? I stood there, eyes wide, mouth open. It can't possibly be someone I know.... right?

"W-who are you?" I step backwards, afraid of the large man in front of me.

"Romano?... It's me....Your-" He reached out for me, and I smack his hand away.

"Who the hell do you think you are!? Don't touch me you old fart!!" Rage was the only emotion I can protrude at that moment. "And what the Fuck is that curl on your head!? What 're you trying to do!? Mock me!? And how the hell do you know who I am!?" I threw my hands in the air, my curl the shape of a zig-zag.

His expression was very mellow, his eyes a hazel nut Brown like my fratello. "I don't expect you to forgive me Romano.... I know that I left things pretty messed up when I vanished.... so I thought today would be a good day to visit you one last time...." He put on a small smile, and the smile reminded me of one particular idiot.

"G-Grandpa.... Rome?" I couldn't process this, my brain was fried from thinking too much that I collapsed to the ground. Holding my head, I kept thinking of the possibility of this man being Grandpa Rome....

"Romano.... is everything alright?" He holds out his thick hands, but I push it away instantly. He pulled back his hand hesitantly. "I'm sorry Romano.... I should've never visited... " He turned away, but then I felt somewhat bad for throwing him away so I grabbed his wrist.

"Tell me something only the real Grandpa Rome would know..." My expression was serious, I've never been so serious before in my life.

"... You have a birth mark behind your neck..." He pointed to the back of his neck. Tears start to blur my vision. Not even Spain knows about that...

I stand up hugging my Grandpa Rome as tight as I could, it's been too fucking long.

"Where the Fuck were you all this time!!?" I start to sob, tears going down my face like it's a waterfall, I've never cried this fucking much in my life!

Grandpa Rome broke our hug by putting his hands on my shoulders and putting a fair distance between us, I guess it was so he could fucking see me cry! I wipe my eyes as much as I could, but the tears keep falling. Grandpa Rome held my cheek and brushed off my tears, a smile spread like butter on his face.

"Its okay Roma...." The bastard kept smiling and chuckling as I was trying so hard to wipe my tears. Soon I gave up and just let the tears fall.

After my cry took a halt Grandpa Rome and I sat on the grass. All we did was talk.... until we reached a specific topic.

"-hahaha, yes Roma! I've been watching you and Feliciano! Speaking of which.... " his happy expression changed to a smirk. "What's with that spaniard? I can tell you really like this guy." He winked like a mother fucker.

"Th-that's non of your business!" My blushing face was poked by this bastard.

"Aw! Your so adorable!.... too bad that this might be the last time I will ever see you again...." he said it so softly that I couldn't make it out. "On other news!" He changed the subject back to Spain. "So, tell me about the Spaniard, why do you like such a cheerful counterpart?"

I blush crazy shaking my head, but I still told him. "Believe it or not, but he was the first and only person who tried so hard to get me to feel at home... he was the first to accept me for me, and not for my inheritance..." my tears started to form again. "I love that bastard.... with a burning passion.... because he was my first real love... and I will never abandon him... because he never abandoned me..." I'll have to be honest here... that bastard may have put me to Austria, but he did still come back, he still did bring me home... the tears start to fall again.

"Ey," Grandpa Rome holds me in an embrace. "I never knew that you could love someone to that extent..."

"Well I am fucking human!" I yelled at him, but it didn't stop me from crying.

"Yes, I'm sorry!" He started to chuckle while wiping my tears. "But I should get going... I hope we can meet again..." he pecked my forehead, and I could do was hold onto his shirt.

"Please don't leave me again..." when I looked up, all I saw were grass and leafs floating form where Grandpa Rome was. My tears began again, my hands were clutching the grass bed, until an annoying voice interrupted my dream.

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End of Romano's Dream
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"Ey Roma... wake up..." his voice was very soft and... concerned? I flutter my olive green eyes open, my hands clutching my blanket sheets, and my face wet. I touched my cheek and my tears spread on my fingertips. Fuck! He saw me cry! I pull the blanket over my head. FUCK!

"YOU didn't fucking SEE anything!" I felt like a turtle doing this.

"... Roma... why were you crying? You almost never cry in your sleep..." he slowly pulled back my blanket and exposed my head, and before I could pull the blankets back over, Spain started to pet my head, and it soothed me...

"Its really nothing Spain, don't be concerned for me..." I blush a bit at his face, it had concern etched everywhere on his face.....

Yup, I really do love this bastard...

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A/N: Alright! I give you all permission to murder and kill me for taking so Damn long to update! But to tell you the truth, I've had no inspiration to write this chapter! I hope you all can forgive me! And to make it up to you I will take anyone's suggestions to writing a new chapter, but have it relate to the book! Next chapter I'm creating a "memories of spain" mainly because I haven't used his point of view too often. But thank you all for your comments! aph-mother-rushuh is one of the people who motivated me to continue this chapter with a lot of feels.

Okay! I bet you're all wondering about the birth mark shit, well it was just something that I had to come up with on the spot, so I chose the birth mark. It now became headcannon XD

Anyways! Have a nice Day/Afternoon/Evening/Night!

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