Himayura Hidekaz owns Hetalia.

Warning- May contain some racial slurs or "speaking the lord(s) name in vain." I don't mean to offend ANYONE!

...I love me some FraMano with crazy!rapist!France, but you all knew that.

If you didn't, then READ "Mon Romano" AND "Mine Forever" FIRST!

APHAPHAPH

"Eighty-six years..." France removed the cap of his perscription pills and tilted the bottle down so all of the pills fell into the toilet. "Never once have they question how, after almost ninety years, I still look the same. They just keep sending these pills, hoping that they're working like they should." He flushed the pills down the drain.

"Oh well~!" He sang out. "It's a good thing they never checked how many pills I would take up until this point~!" He read under the name of the drug the amount of pills he was required to have. "Otherwise, they would've found out that I've been take a pill and a half less than I need to, and that was only so I wouldn't pounce on the boy the second I would see him."

He took out a knife to open the package he received the day before. "I'm surprised that nobody even questioned why I asked for something so specific..." He pulled out a collar with it's key, a smalll remote, and a long wire. "Time to go digging around the house~!"

Eighty-three years ago...

"Are you hungry, Romano? I bet you are." Spain asked. Romano looked up at him and nodded. "Are you okay, poco de tomate?"*

"I..." He brought his knees up to hug them. "I heard that... France got out of the hospital..." He hid his face in his knees.

Spain already knew about France's release, but he didn't know how to tell Romano. "...Where did you hear that from?"

"...I overheard it from Germany... I'm going to have to see him again, next meeting..."

"I'll protect you from him!" Spain snapped. "And I'm sure Germany will, too... Maybe even Prussia." Romano only nodded.

Sure enough, during the next world meeting, he was there. He was already seated, and waiting for everyone else. He looked down at his hands nervously. Italy- 'My own brother'- was the first one to approach the blond man.

"Is it true, France?" He asked, tilting his head. France nodded, gaze never leaving his hands.

"I'm sorry..." He whispered.

"If you're sorry, than why did you do what you did?"

France shrugged. "I was just... Very sick... But I'm okay now. I'm taking pills to stabilize my body, even. I'm not sick any more, petit Italie."*

"Ve~? Really?" France nodded again. "That's good! I was worried that I would never be able to talk to you again~!" Romano stared at his brother in disbelief.

"Well, I'm still not forgiving you." Spain spoke up. France looked up at him.

"I understand if you never forgive me ever again..." His eyes looked at Romano. "Thank you for the carnations." Romano's eyes widen. "The nurses were able to treat them until I got out. In fact, they're buried out in the yard in front of the hospital now."

Romano looked away and bit his lip. "I..." He turned around. "I... Have to go to the bathroom..." He ran out of the room as fast as he could.

France looked away again in regret. "I'm so sorry, Romano!" He screamed, hoping that the younger nation heard him. "I'm sorry..."

Eighty-three years later.

France has been growing his military for the past five decades. He would take less and less dosage of the pills until finally, he just didn't take them any more. The pills helped him, but never once has he not been at least a little obsessed with Romano. His Romano.

"Soon, Romano... I have reviewed the recordings over and over and planned what would be perfect for you, my Romano... I'm stronger now. I'm so glad that I don't need to hide you and keep a secret this time..." He watched the leaves fall from their trees. "I tried waiting a hundred years, and getting you on the same day I got you before, but... I just can't wait any longer..."

APHAPHAPH

Psychotic France is psychotic.

Short prolouge is short.

*Translations*

"Poco de tomate" - "My little tomato" (I think... I'm too lazy to check.)