This is The sequel to The Never Changing Spain, but if you didn't read that one this one will still make perfect sense.
The rain pattered on the hospital window. This was not a happy day, the rain matched the way that everyone feeling. Although in a way it seemed to be mocking them.
Streams of tears seemed to go down Spain's rosy cheeks. All the cheerfulness and joy that others would say fit Spain had gone away; it had been replaced with sadness and a look of never ending pain. Italy who was sitting next to him handed him another tissue. Italy as well as Spain had lost his cheerfulness.
As soon as Germany arrived Italy ran to hug him. Tears soaked into his shirt Germany not usually feeling cuddly he put his arms around Italy and pulled him into a supportive hug. They walked back to where Spain was sitting. Spain stood up and Italy hugged him. After that Germany also got up and hugged him. Spain felt a little awkward but it did help. They all sat down, and a minute later the Doctor came out.
Spain instantly stood up. "Is he ok?" There was a slight sign of hope in his eyes.
"You can all go see him now, if you'd like. He's not exactly stable so understand if he doesn't say anything..." The doctor explained. Spain nearly ran into the hospital room, where he saw Romano laying. He ran and sat on the chair next to him… he held his hand looking into Romano's eyes, which in a way looked dead.
"Oh Roma, this is bad..." Spain said lightly squeezing his hand. He could see all the cuts on Romano, the scars that wouldn't heal. Italy came in and walked towards the bed. He gave Romano a gentle hug.
"Feli…" Romano breathed barely hugging him back. Romano's vision started to blur as he slipped back into unconsciousness. Feli let go and went back to sit by Spain. Germany also entered and sat by them.
"You know… they have identified the car that… hit into his…" Germany said pulling out the newspaper with the article of Romano's car crash. There was a picture of Spain's car flipped over. This must have been taken shortly after it had happened because you could see the smoke still rising from it. Germany sighed and put the newspaper away. He watched as tears slowly rolled down Italy's face and landed on his pant leg. Making the color of his pants go darker in that one spot, where a few tears had landed. Germany didn't want to see Italy cry anymore.
"I'm going to take him home" Germany said picking Italy up and carrying him out of the hospital bridal style. Once they made it home Germany sat Italy down, looked him eyes and said "Feli, be strong… "Germany wiped a tear away from Italy's face. He felt it slowly sink into his black glove. "You have to be strong for him…" Germany said pulling Italy into a hug. "But please… Feli… no more tears…" Italy stopped crying and soon fell asleep on Germany's shoulder.
Germany started thinking. 'The others didn't seem to care… but I know who was driving the other car…' Germany thought. 'How could he figure out if who had hit him was on purpose or not…?'