'Please stop,' The words were faint and his begs were futile. The sword scraped across the floor sending shivers down his spine. The echoes never faded, the sounds never ceasing. It was unbearable. 'This is all a dream, pl-please, don't leave me like this,'.
'It's already too late, and you know that,' The dark figure, the man knew all too well, his outline was so terribly familiar. The little light that seeped out of the dwindling candle was all he needed. The feather out of the top of his over the top hat and the gentle curve of his unsheathed sword was unforgettable.
Romano was so tired but he could never sleep. Not in this place.
'Spain,' Romano used the last of his strength to drag his body up and stumble to the locked door. Spain stopped and turned his head just enough to see Romano in his peripheral vision. 'I can't live like this,'
'It's already gone too far, even you should know that,' Spain turned and Romano could have sworn he heard the Spaniard choke up.
'We can fix it,' Romano started. He pushed his hand through one of the bars. 'We can make it better, like how it used to be,' This time, Romano was sure that Spain was crying but he had his back to the cell.
'Don't make this harder than it already is, asshole,' His voice was barely a whisper but the odd silence in the cell made it easy for Romano to hear what he was saying.
Suddenly Spain turned on his heels to face Romano. 'I did this for you, you know that, right,' His voice was cracked and his face was wet but Romano couldn't tell if it was tears or sweat because of the heat. 'I couldn't let them take you from me, no, I would do anything to protect you and if it means that it ends in my insanity then I would gladly do it if you carry on living,'
'Spain, please,' Romano reached out to Spain, inches away from his shirt. 'I can't live this way,'
'I'm sorry Romano, I won't let anyone steal you from me,' Spain's boots echoed eerily as he headed towards the stairs.
'Spain,'
'What, I need to leave,'
'Can you do me one favour,'
'Depends, because I'm not letting you out if that's what you're asking,'
'No, can you come here for a minute,'
Spain turned around and walked over to the cell again. As soon as he was in reach of the cell, Romano grabbed his shirt. Spain just looked up, his expression hopeless and faded. Romano pulled him closer and shoved his face into Spain's. The Spaniard was surprised at first but lifted his free hand up to run through the back of Romano's hair. The kiss didn't last long but the tears were flowing freely from Spain's eyes. He wiped them with a grubby sleeve.
'I just needed to know you still loved me, bastard,'