Hetalia: Spain's Love Song
A soft, gentle breeze blew across a meadow. Spain was wearing a hat and held the head of a young woman. They both had a sad look in their eyes.
"Oh, Spain." Said the woman, "Must it end like this?"
"Si, Elena. Wars are coming, and I don't want you to be part of it." Spain told her. A tear streamed down her face. She reached in her pocket and pulled out a Spanish ring on a string.
"Wear this. It will keep you safe." She said as she tied the ring around Spain's neck. Spain looked at it. Then he looked up at Elena. He clinched the ring.
"I will keep it. But I promise you, Elena. Someday, we will be together." He said. Elena smiled and more tears began to fall from her face. Spain turned and walked away. He could hear Elena crying behind him, but he didn't look back.
"Hey, Lousy Spaniard! Get up'e!" Said a voice in his mind's ear.
Spain's thoughts were interrupted and he was rudely woken up by a familiar brat voice he knew well. Spain barley even opened his eyes, when an Italian child jumped on his stomach. Spain gagged at the sudden jump by the child. Spain looked at the child and sighed.
"Romano...It'sa early in the morning."
"So? Fix'e me coffee!" Romano demanded. Spain sighed again.
"Okay, Romano. I'll be up in a few." He brushed the Italian child off. Romano ran out of the room. Spain wiped his face and exhaled deeply. He remembered his dream.
"Elena?" Spain said a little loudly, and expected a reply. But none came. Spain nodded, "That'sa right. Elena is not here. So why was I dreaming about her?" He couldn't figure it out and got out of bed. He found Romano already sitting at the table,waiting to be served breakfast. Spain became dazed again as he purred the coffee. He looked up.
"I haven't seen Elena in years. So why am I thinking of her now?" He didn't notice that the coffee was overflowing. Romano stared at him in surprise.
"Hey, Spaniard! Wake up'e!" He shouted. Spain snapped out of his trance and noticed the coffee. He gasped.
"Aghhhhh! Oh, crap!" Spain said. After cleaning up the mess, he gave Romano the coffee. Romano slurped it down and then started eating a tomato. Spain watched Romano, but thought of Elena again.
"Why is Elena on my mind right now? I can't stop thinking about her. Maybe I should visit her. But I don't remember where she lives or where to find her." He said to himself.
"Hey, Spit Yard! What are you'a staring at!?" Grumbled an angry Romano. Spain then realized he was staring at Romano for no reason.
"Oh, sorry, Romano. I was just thinking." Spain said. Romano glared at him. After a moment he spoke.
"So...who'sa 'Elena'?"
"Who?" Spain said. Romano glared at him.
"That'a lady you keep'a thinking about!" He said. Spain stared at him in shock, but then he smiled. He patted Romano on the head.
"Oh, Romano. You are much too young to be thinking about stuff like that. Maybe when you get older we can talk about-" But Spain was cut off.
"Stop beating around the bush'e, Spaniard! You where talking in your sleep'e about some lady named Elena. Now tell me who she is! Now!" Romano shouted. Spain then remembered.
"I was...talking...in my sleep? Oh, little Romano, I wasn't talking about anyone." He smiled, while blushing.
"Who'sa Elena!?"
"She's...a...senorita...I once knew." Spain said.
"Ohhhhh." Romano gave Spain a sneaky grin, "She'sa your girlfriend'e?" Spain smiled.
"Like I said, Romano." Spain said, closing the subject, "you are too young to be thinking about that stuff." He gently gave Romano a playful spank on the butt.
"Go play with your toys now. I'll go to the grocery store. I won't be long." He smiled. Romano gave him a suspicious look and ran off to his room.
As Spain checked the items off the list, he thought of Romano.
"I don't understand why Romano was so interested in hearing about Elena. She was just a girl I loved when I was young." He said to himself. He reached out to grab a tomato, but a smaller hand reached at the same one. They both looked up. The other was a woman.
"Oh, I'm sorry." Spain smiled with apology.
"No, it was my fault." She said. Then they stared at each other and their eyes widened.
"Elena?" Spain asked.
"Spain?" She asked. They stared at each other for a long moment. Then Elena smiled.
"It's been a while."
"Uh, yeah." Spain said.
"I almost didn't recognize you." She said as she picked up the tomato. Spain smiled.
"I'ma surprised to see you as well." They we're silent a moment.
"The wars are over. I'm sorta at peace now. But I'm broke." Spain said.
"Is your queen still shouting in your face?" Elena chuckled a little.
"Si." Spain smiled, "especially sense Romano has been staying with me."
"'Romano'? Your now taking care of children?" Elena said.
"Oh, no. He's my underling." Spain chuckled, "He's more like a son to me. And, boy, is he hard to parent!" They began to laugh.
"I'd like to meet him." Elena said.
"I don't know." Spain said scratching his head, "He's kinda crazy when it comes to girls."
"I love children. I'm sure we can get along. How about tonight?" Elena said.
"If you want to. You could come back with me." Spain suggested. Elena nodded.
"Alright." She smiled.
Romano's stomach was growling.
"Hurry up'e and come home, Spaniard! I'ma starving!" He mumbled. Just like magic, the door handle began to turn. Romano jumped up and ran to a corner and peeked behind the wall. The door opened.
"Spaniard! Your'a late'e!" he said. His mouth dropped open when he saw a woman walk in first, followed by Spain. He helped her take off her white fur coat and hung it on a chair, smiling all the while. Spain turned to the stranger.
"Make yourself comfortable." He said as he helped her in the chair. He noticed Romano, "Oh, Romano. Come meet Elena." He smiled. Romano blushed and staid behind the corner and looked away. Spain laughed.
"He'sa little shy. He's usually not like this. Romano, come here. Elena won't bite." He said. Romano was hesitant, but he walked to her. Elena smiled.
"Hello, Romano." She said sweetly as she patted his head. Romano's face turned red. Spain smiled.
"Romano, your face is turning redder than a tomato's." He and Elena laughed. Romano did like it though. He glared at them both.
"Shut up'e!" He ran out of the room. Elena had a concerned look on her face.
"Did I do something wrong? He seems upset."
"No." Spain laughed, "He's always like that. I'm used to it. Don't worry, once you get to know him, it's not so bad." Elena still had a worried face. She helped Spain make dinner, and they laughed and talked about what happened over the years. They didn't notice Romano watching them. Elena fed Spain a lattice. Romano glared.
"Who does'a this Elena know who she is'e?" He said to himself. He noticed Spain was smiling all through dinner. Spain always smiled, but Romano knew this was a different smile. It was a smile that was alone for a long while. He made funny eyes at Elena as well. Romano blushed with anger. When Elena was about to leave, Spain smiled at Romano.
"Say good bye to Elena, Romano." He said.
"Bye..." Romano said rudely and ran away. Elena had a sad look in her eyes.
"I don't think Romano likes me."
"He was a little rude. But he's always like that with people at first. You get used to it." Spain said. Elena gave him a small smile, but she still wasn't so sure. Romano was watching them from behind the wall.
"It was fun." Elena said. Spain smiled.
"Yeah, we should do this again sometime." He said.
"I'm glad I got to see you again, Spain. How about lunch Saturday?" She smiled. Spain nodded.
"Sure! I would like that. And I'm sure Romano would too." He said. Elena nodded.
"Stupido Lady." Romano said to himself, "Why does she like'a Spain so much?" Then his eyes grew wide. Spain and Elena leaned to each other and kissed. Romano stared at them in shock, then he ran to his room. Spain opened the door for Elena, and she walked out.
"Goodnight, Elena." He smiled.
"Goodnight, Spain." She smiled back. Spain watched her leave. He closed the door and sat down on a chair, sighing happily.
Surprisingly, Spain awoke on his own the next morning. He yawned and scratched the back of his head. He stretched and sighed deeply. He smiled as he thought of Elena. He was a little surprised when Romano didn't come in and wake him up like he always did.
"That is strange. Why didn't Romano come in and complain about his breakfast?" He got up and walked to Romano's room.
"Romano?" He knocked. He walked in and saw Romano on his bed. He was gripping his pillow violently. Spain gave him a surprised look.
"Are you okay, ninito? You didn't ask for breakfast."
"I'ma fine, Dirty Spaniard! Leave'a me alone, custard!" Romano growled. Spain cocked his head to the side.
"Oh, okay, ninito." He closed the door and scratched his head, "I wonder why Romano is so upset? Did I make him angry somehow?" He made breakfast, but Romano still didn't come out of his room. He went to his room again and knocked.
"Romano? Are you sure your okay? Are you feeling sick? You need a hug?" He tried to sound cheery. But Romano screamed behind the door.
"I said I'ma fine, Spaniard! Leave'a me the heck alone!" He threw something at the door. Spain had a shocked look on his face. Romano sounded really angry and it sounded like he's been crying. Spain thought hard about what made Romano so angry. He wanted to help him, but he didn't know what to do.
"Romano? What's wrong?" Spain called. Romano screamed and threw something else at the door.
" #$# , SPANIARD! I SAID 'LEAVE"A ME ALONE!" Romano cried. Spain's eyes began to water. Romano was acting very angry, and he didn't know what to do. He left the door.
"Little ninito, what happened?" He said to himself. Romano never acted this angry before. Spain began to think again.
"Romano was a little upset when Elena came yesterday. He's never been this angry before. Is he mad because Elena came to visit?" He began to sob, "I don't know what to do."
It didn't matter to Spain. He wanted to know what was making Romano so angry. He didn't care if Romano was angry. Or if he was going to through things. He opened Romano's door. Romano glared at Spain like a vicious animal about to attack its pray. Spain sat on his bed and reached to Romano as if he was going to pat his head. Romano hit Spain's hand with his pillow. Spain had a sad look on his face.
"Romano, I came to talk to you. I want to help you. Are you sick? Or did I do something to make you angry?" He said. Romano had tears in his eyes, but said nothing.
"Are you mad because Elena came over?" Spain asked. At the sound of her name, Romano bit his pillow, but still said nothing. Spain seemed to notice.
"She's a nice lady. An old friend of mine."
"You only care about here and not me." Romano mumbled.
"So are you jealous?" Spain said.
"You don't care about'a me. You'a rather be with her. You hate'a me, so your'a replacing me."
"I do care about you, Romano." Spain said.
"No!" Romano was angry again and hit Spain with his pillow.
"Romano." Spain said, a little serious. He grabbed his pillow. Romano began to cry again.
"Elena can't replace you, Ninito. You're special, Romano." He took Romano in an embrace. Romano tried pushing Spain away, but then hugged him. After a few moments, Spain smiled.
"Someday, maybe Elena will be your mama?" He said. Romano cried louder.
"No! I don't want a mama!" He said. Spain stared at Romano a moment.
"You just like it with you and I?" He said. Romano was silent. Then he nodded.
"Yeah..." He mumbled.
"Okay, then. So Elena can just be a friend, si?"
"Si." Romano said. Spain smiled happily. He was glad he and Romano sorted things out. He didn't seem angry anymore. He patted Romano on the back.
"Okay, she will just be a friend." Spain said. Romano stopped crying some. Then Spain grabbed Romano and started tickling him. He lifted up Romano's shirt and blew on his belly. Romano, despite himself, laughed.
To be continued...Maybe.