This is my first chapter of my first story! I know its short and not the best so please be nice! Review!
Romano opened his eyes as sunlight spilled in the room. He sighed remembering where he was... In England's spare room. He didn't like being here... Not at all. It... It just wasn't the same as Spain's house. Normally he would be waking up with Spain, in his bed. Nope, not today. He and Spain had recently gotten into a fight... And Spain hadn't called or texted Romano since. Romano sat up and pushed the sheets off his body. He swung his legs over the edge of the bed and stood up walking into the guest bedroom's bathroom. He looked at his reflection in the mirror. His hair was sticking up and sadness was plastered to his face. He turned on the sink and wet his hands, then ran them through his hair to mat down what was sticking up. But of course his stubborn curl stayed up. He changed into black skinny jeans and a grey hoodie. He sighed looking at his sad reflection once more before going out into England's living room/kitchen. England was sitting at his kitchen table with America as they drank coffee. Romano walked over the fridge and opened it looking for something to eat. "Good morning Romano." He heard England say from behind him... He had a hint of worry in his voice. "Morning." Romano spoke gruffly. England had let Romano stay at his house for three nights now, ever since Romano came over after his fight with Spain. He remembered what happened...
(Flashback)
He banged his knuckles against England's door twice and waited. "Coming!" He heard England shout from somewhere in the house. The door opened and England's face brightened. "Lovino! How are you?" He opened the door wider and Romano walked in. "Um... Im... Ok" he lied. England poked him in the stomach... Someone had given him coffee... Or sugar. Romano decided to try to be happy and a smile spread across his face as he chased after England. "I'll get you!" He shouted. England's eyes widened. "Oh no you won't!" He ran around the room but Romano was faster. He pounced on England making both of them topple to the ground. They struggled until Romano found himself sitting on England, pinning his arms to the ground. England gave him a mad expression but there was playfulness in his eyes. "L-Let me go you... You bloody wanker!" Romano smirked. England pouted like a child realizing he wasn't going to get his way. Romano eased up on England's arms... Bad move. England quickly pushed Romano off of him and started to tickle him. Romano was now on his back laughing and trying to push England away. "Stop... Stop!" He laughed and spoke at the same time. Finally England stopped and stared at Romano slightly amused. His eyes softened. "Lovi, you almost look happy!" Romano got up and sat criss-cross on the ground. He sighed and looked down at his feet letting his bangs fall over his eyes. A sad expression now took over his face. England moved trying to get a good look at Romano's face, but couldn't. "What's wrong Romano?" He looked worriedly at Him. Romano looked up at England. "Spain... He used to do this with me when i was younger, he always had fun and tickled me... Whenever i was down. But now..." He looked down again as his eyes filled with tears. "I-I gotta go." With that he stood up and walked out of England's house shutting the door behind him. He turned his back to the door and started walking. He heard the door open and stopped moving as he heard England's voice. "Lovino, did something happen with Spain?" Romano turned to England and nodded biting his lip. "W-We had a fight... He t-told me to get out. There was a lot of yelling a-and it was all my fault..." He couldn't hold back the tears, and they fell rapidly down his cheeks. England tilted his head a little sympathy in his eyes. He walked over to the smaller boy and put his arms around him, letting him cry on his shoulder. Romano sobbed onto England, his sobs racked his body as he cried. "Don't worry Lovi, things will be okay, you can stay at my place for now." Romano eventually calmed and nodded, he had just met his breaking point.
(End of flashback)
He came back to reality and grabbed a tomato out of England's fridge. He made sure England bought some when he went down to the market. It reminded him of Spain and once again he held back tears as he bit into it. He sat against the wall, knees to his chest as he finished the tomato. "Well uh... I should be going, by England!" America said awkwardly and walked out the door shutting it softly behind him. England walked over to the sad Romano and kneeled in front of him. "You need to work things out with Spain, this is tearing you apart Lovi." England spoke in a soft kind tone. Romano knew England was right... But he had no idea what to say. "I-I know i do... Im scared." He admitted as he blushed slightly embarrassed that he had said that. "I'll cone with you if you'd like." England replied. Romano sighed deeply. "No, i... I need to do this on my own." With that, he stood up and walked over to the door. He looked back at England and received a curt nod. He opened the door and walked out shutting it behind him.
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Once he got to Spain's house he prepared himself. He drew in a deep shaky breath and knocked on the door. One thing ran through his head as he waited for Spain to open it... Would Spain forgive him? Or was Spamano over... Forever...