A/N: Hey, this is my first fanfic about my otp spamano. Please be nice :P R&R please, hope you enjoy!
Romano's last memories before ending up in this cold, damp basement type place were unclear and confusing. A smashing bottle. Scarlet cloth. Fire. Everything else was blurred and unrecognizable Then the pain started. A horrid feeling on the back of his head. He reached up and felt it. Warm liquid. Blood. Maybe it had something to do with the smashing bottle. Still feeling dizzy, Romano shakily stood up and surveyed his surroundings. He in one of many small prison cells, yet all the others were empty. The wooden walls and ceiling were dripping with water, and mold covered the room. His cell was empty apart from a small pile of wet straw in the corner and a small crack in the wall. A crack. A crack in the wall! He could see what was on the other side! Rushing the wall he peaked though to catch a glimpse of what lay on the other side. Water. Blue skies. The ocean. He was on a ship. Romano stumbled backwards, it was at that point he heard the footsteps coming towards him. He turned around just as the footsteps stopped in front of the prison cell. A man wearing a long scarlet coat, a large black pirate hat and a ruffled shirt stood before him with another man, who looked like another pirate but was obviously not as higher rank as the first. The captain (as he appeared) turned the other man and spoke in a cold low voice; "Right, we've conquered South Italy, now let's focusing on capturing the North and Spain".
"Don't you think Spain is a little out of our depth Captain?" The other replied.
"Of course not. You forget I am the British Empire, I've already conquered a quarter of Europe and I'm not done yet." The man turned to walk away, and this seemed the perfect place for Romano (who had been listening very intently the conversation so far) to have his say on the matter. "Oi, who do the fuck do you think you are!?" The man stopped dead in his tracks and slowly turned to face the Italian with a icy smile. Romano gulped. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea the yell and swear at him like that. The captain chuckled. "You gullible country, I am the great England. Do you not recall me burning your home, and knocking you unconscious with a glass bottle? I must say you weren't the hardest of countries to capture." It all became clear now. The smashing bottle, the red cloth, the fire. "You stupid bastard " Romano blurted "Don't you know Spain will rescue me!" England laughed "Oh really! I don't think you've realized how long you've been unconscious. If Spain was going to rescue you, he would have done it by now!" With that, the two men walked out of the room, leaving Romano angry and confused. What if Spain really wasn't coming to rescue him? But he promised. Romano could remember it like it was yesterday...
"But what if I can't take care of myself, what if some big powerful country comes and captures me? What do I do then?" Romano mumbled.
"You've got nothing to worry about." Spain said. "If you're ever in trouble, I'll always be here to rescue you."
"Promise?"
"Promise. I'm never far away."
What if he was lying? What if Spain never came and rescued him? Romano went and sat by the crack in wall and watched life go by. What now? With nobody to rescue him, what would happen. Would he stay locked in this cellar forever? Would England conquer the whole of Europe? Nah. The potato bastard wouldn't give up without a fight. And he's certainly not capturing creepy Russia. All these thoughts passed though Romano's head, as he watched the horizon for any signs of life. Blue. Blue. More blue. Blue. A little brown dot. A little brown dot? A ship? As it got closer, it became clear that it certainly was a ship. It took about half an hour before Romano could clearly see the ship in detail. It was a sturdy well-built ship, with tall posts and a flag blowing is the sea breeze. The red and yellow flag. The Spanish flag. Spain.
END OF CHAPTER ONE.