Come back
A/N: I feel terrible about how long I have taken to update my other stories. I have been really busy with school and exams but I'm back and I shall update the other ones soon but this idea had been lingering in my mind for a while so without further ado here is my first Spamano fanfic
Disclaimer: I do not own Romano, Spain or Hetalia
Chapter 1
Romano stretched and yawned as the hot sun blazed through the gap in the curtains. He grumbled at being disturbed and tried to bury his face in Spain's tanned chest. The Spaniard was still sleeping soundly, due to being more used to the brightness. Romano frowned and sat up, realising that he would not be able to sleep anymore. He looked down at Spain, blushing slightly before feigning annoyance that the older nation was still able to sleep and he wasn't.
Romano climbed out of bed and made his way downstairs,
"Stupid bastardo... why is he able to sleep while I can't..."
The Italian glared and headed into the kitchen, picking up a tomato and biting into it, his thoughts lingering on the Spaniard. His eyes snapped up as he heard said Spaniard making his way downstairs.
"Buenos Dias Lovi~"
Spain said happily, unaware of the Italian's bad mood. Romano glowered at the older nation,
"Stupid Spagna! It's not a good day today! Sometimes you're you stupid!"
Spain sighed, smiling at Romano,
"You don't mean that mi tomate~ I'm not stupid~!"
Romano shook his head,
"You're an idiota! I hate you! I hate you Spagna! I wish I'd never met you!"
Spain froze, looking at Romano in shock and sadness, knowing that the Italian could get angry at him but not used to such complete sincerity about hating him.
Romano's eyes widened, realising what he had just said, slowly reaching for the broken Spaniard but before he could reach him and begin apologising, the bigger country ran. The Italian looked at Spain's retreating figure, an icy feeling of regret and self-loathing taking over. He began feeling sick as the sound of Spain's sobs echoed quietly, slowly growing fainter as the distance between them grew. The Italian slowly sat down on the floor, trying not to cry at the thought of what consequences his words would have. He leaped up at the sound of a crash of thunder outside, the once beautiful sunlight now having changed to a terrible thunderstorm, matching the Spaniard's mood. Romano covered his eyes as a bright flash of lightening stuck just outside the house. The Italian kept his eyes closed, feeling his heart pounding in fear.
As he slowly opened his eyes Romano looked around startled, finding the once warm and welcoming kitchen now looking particularly dark and dreary. He looked at the dull, dusty walls of the now dank room in confusion,
"w-what... just happened...?"
Romano asked himself before his eyes widened; sprinting out of the kitchen and into the hallway, panicking more as he saw how terrible the rooms of Spain's house now looked. He hurried through the house, trying to find the older country. His panic and anguish growing as he checked in every room finding no trace of Spain,
"Tonio... where are you... I... I'm scared bastardo..."
Romano said quietly as he slowed down, reaching the last room in the corridor, praying with all his heart that his Spaniard would be there. He dropped to his knees as he found the room, that had once been their bedroom, now completely empty and devoid of life,
"Spain... p-please... Stop messing with me bastardo!"
Romano cried, his fear and desperation taking over as he began sobbing into his hands, curling up in the fetal position.
A/N: I hope you enjoyed it. The next chapter should be longer~ please R&R! Reviews make me write faster :3