Romano decided to visit Spain`s house and right when he was about to walk in the door he heard something weird. It sounded like muffled talking or something. "What the fuck is he doing?" he thought. So he opened the door and saw Belgium and Spain kissing. Anger and pain came over Romano, tears started welling up in his eyes. He clenched his teeth and yelled " WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS!" Spain looked up and slightly shoved Belgium away from him.
"Romano it`s not what it looks like! You see Bella just jumped on me and sta-" SHUT UP! I DON'T GIVE A FUCK WHAT HAPPENED!" And Romano started running and running and he wouldn`t stop despite Spain`s pleas for him to come back. He didn`t stop until he got home.
As soon as he got home he locked all his doors and went to his room to cry himself asleep. When he woke up he felt totally depressed. He was glad Feliciano wasn`t home to bother him. He was probably getting fucked by the potato bastard right now, while he stayed home alone. He walked into the living room and saw it. His grandpa Rome`s sword.
It always was sitting on this shelf above the fireplace. It was one of the few things Romano inherited from his grandpa. Most of it was given to Feliciano but this was his. He picked it up examining it. The blade was still very sharp and suprisingly it wasn`t rusted. He remembered when Spain had protected him from Turkey that time. That was when Spain had cared about him, when he had loved him. He also remembered that Spain had taught him how to sword fight. He was actually pretty good at it. Sword fighting definetly wasn`t popular now considering they had guns and nuclear weapons now but it made it seem like not all of Rome was dead.
Suddenly depression got back into Romano, and he started staring at the sword. Oh how sharp it was, how easily it could end someones life. Possibly his own if he wanted to. So he lifted up his shirt sleeves and sliced both his wrists. Blood immediately started pouring out of his punctured veins and started rolling down his arm and dripped to the ground. Romano looked at it and laughed. "Heheh it`s SO pretty. I`m sure Spain would love to see me dead~" As soon as Romano was about to do himself more damage, Spain came into his house. "Romano why did you cut yourself?" "Why do you care you asshole!" Romano yelled. He charged at Spain with the sword, Spain got out his own sword and blocked his attack. They started fighting a pretty awesome fight as Prussia would say. Finally it ended when both their swords hit each other and both Spain and Romano started putting real strength into their swords. Romano was putting all his anger into this and somehow over powered Spain sending him to the ground.
"Wow Romano I never knew you could fight that well."Romano just grunted. "Here let me fix those wounds," Before Romano could object he got a rag and washed the blood off of him and dressed the wound medicine. Romano had just been standing there in silence then finally Romano came to his senses. "Hey what the fuck are you doing here! Get out of my house!" " Look Romano can I just talk to you and explain what happened?" "Fine bastard but it better be good." "Alright about an hour before you came over Belgium came over to my house but then she grabbed my face and started kissing me and I was trying to tell her to stop but that's when you walked in. Romano I love you more than anyone else in this whole world." " You- you really think I`ll believe that?" he said. " Ok then looks like I`ll have to prove it to you.