Becoming one with Russia

Chapter 1

Spain sat on the wooden park bench, gazing up at his once beautiful capitol city. The buildings crumbling and more than not collapsed under their own weight. The capitol building, at one time shining new and freshly painted, was now caked with dirt and mud, half fallen apart itself. He sighed and shook his head.

"What's happened to our countries?" he asked absently to his younger friend.

"Beats me." He replied "Ever since the last wars started, everything's been going down everywhere." Spain sighed and looked down at the small child sleeping in his arms. He was glad that at least his capitol city was safe enough to be alive.

"At least we still have Madrid." He pointed out "Romano, you at least have to be thankful for that."

"I'll only be thankful when everything is back to normal." He replied flatly. He was staring off angrily at nothing. "My stupid brother… had to go live with those axis-powers guys…" he grumbled something to quietly to hear. Spain looked at him faking hope just in time to see the faucet end of a metal water pipe wrap around his neck. They looked us to see a very tall man standing over them.

"Privet." He said, grinning down at them.

"Why the hell are you here?" Romano shouted, trying in vain to pull the faucet pipe off of his neck.

"Romano, be polite." Spain said quietly, staring up at Russia. "Hello Russia. What brings you here?"

"Nothing." He replied perkily, still not removing the pipe. "There's nothing left here that would bring anyone here, is there?"

"Is that why you came then, to tell us that?" Romano shouted.

"No." he replied. "I came to give you an offer. I don't think it would be wise to turn it down, considering the state of your capitol city, Ispanii. Not to mention your wife and son."

"I'm not his wife!" screamed Romano. Spain glanced warily down at his son, holding him closer.

"What exactly is it you want?" he asked shakily "There's nothing else that we have. Our countries are almost completely taken over."

"Well…" started Russia "there is still something you have. You've still got yourselves. You could-"

"NO!" Romano shouted "We won't make a deal with you! Spain, don't do it!" Russia pulled against the pipe, bringing Romano's neck closer to him.

"All I was going to say," he said, sounding slightly annoyed "is that you have options. You could stay here and hope to survive against all odds, trying to prevent another war to tear you two apart. Or…" he smiled "you could come with me." Romano's eyes grew wide with shock. He was about to scream something to the taller man when Spain cut in.

"Romano…" he started nervously "please stop shouting. You'll wake up Madrid." Russia looked at Spain for a moment before realizing what he was talking about.

"Ah, so Madrid is what you named your little rebenok." He stepped closer to Spain and peered over his shoulder. "How cute." Romano pulled against the water pipe again, only resulting in being pulled back again.

"Spain!" Romano shouted against the water pipe "You can't seriously be considering-"

"Russia." Spain started, looking straight at the taller man, trying to look serious. "I… don't know about this… I don't think that we should but…" he glanced cautiously down at Madrid, still sleeping soundly "it would probably be better for Madrid. He's so young…" Romano stared in shock. Russia released the pipe from around his neck and leaned against the back of the bench.

"I thought you might take my offer." He said, obviously satisfied. "I'm sure Madrid will thank you for it someday." Spain nodded and stood up from the bench.

"Come on Romano." He said, offering his free hand to him. "We're going with Russia." Romano refused to take it and stood on his own.

"Are you crazy?" he almost shouted, more wary of the sleeping child.

"No," replied Spain "I'm doing what's best for you two. This is no way to raise a child." he smiled sadly at Romano "you should know that at least, you are the mother." Russia grabbed Romano's arm and led him off toward the nearest active airport, Spain following close behind.

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"I only came with you for Madrid's sake." Romano said tensely.

"I know." Replied Spain emptily. "You can hold him for a while if you want. I'm going to call your brother and tell him where we're going." Spain handed the now awake Madrid to Romano and walked to a quieter part of the plane. Russia had brought a military airplane, the same kind he'd jumped out of and broken his back so many years ago. Romano refused to go on to or let Madrid or Spain go onto the plane until Russia closed the sides so that there wouldn't be another accident. Spain walked to the back of the plane where it was quiet. He dialed the number, took a deep breath, and pressed the call button. There were a few seconds of ringing before someone picked up.

"veh, Hello?" came a groggy sounding Italy.

"Hey Ita." There were a few seconds of silence on the other end before there was a thump on the other end."Ita?"

"SPAIN?" Italy screamed so loud that he had to remove his ear from the speaker for a few seconds to recover. "Where have you been? We've been trying to get to you and Romano ever since you called us about Madrid! Why haven't you picked up? Is anything wrong? Where are you? Where's Romano? Is Madrid okay, is he sick?"

"They're fine. Well, about as close to fine as there is these days. I'm sorry we haven't picked up lately, it's just that Romano and I lost our phones when the capitol collapsed."

"Wait," Italy cut in "If you don't have any phones, where are you calling from?"

"Well, that's part of the reason I called, Romano and I-"

"Hold on a second, Germany and Japan just came in. I'm going to put it on speaker phone." There was some excited babbling, probably Italy, and some shouts of surprise or disbelief before I heard anything else. "So Spain, what were you about to say?' Italy asked hopefully.

"Well, Romano and I… we're going to…" Spain took another deep breath. "We're going to live with Russia." Dead silence. It remained completely silent for a solid 30 seconds before anything could be heard.

"S-Spain," Germany said "Could you say that again?"

"It was hard enough to say the first time." He replied "Romano is right here if you want to-"

"Impossible!" Italy shouted, sounding like he was close to tears "Romano would never… He hates Russia!"

"Italy, we had to. If we didn't, well, I'm not sure how we would've survived. If we would have survived." There was a whimpery sound like crying from the other end and a short beep told that speakerphone had been turned off.

"Spain, it's Germany." He started "I think Italy wants to talk to Romano. He's a little-"

"Sure." Spain interrupted "He's right here, I'll give him the phone." Spain walked back to where Romano was sitting, holding Madrid up so that he could see out the window. He looked a little surprised when Spain came back with the phone.

"Is anything wrong?" he asked.

"Ita wants to talk to you." Spain handed him the phone. Romano handed him Madrid and held the phone to his ear, but quickly pulled it away again. The loud sounds of sobbing could be heard from the other end. Romano walked to the other end of the plane to talk. He was gone for a long time, and when he finally came back he looked tired. He sighed and sat down. Madrid had fallen back asleep.

"So… what's up?" Spain asked.

"He was trying to convince me not to go to Russia." He said, sounding stressed and exhausted. "He was trying to tell me it would be better for us over there, and he refused to listen when I told him we were already half way there."

"We're more than half way there." Spain and Romano turned around to see Russia standing behind them, arms crossed against the top of the seat. "Actually, we're about 10 minutes from Moscow right now. I hope things go over fine between you and your brother Romano." He walked toward the front of the plane. "By the way, don't worry about landing. We're not jumping out this time."

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Poor Spain and Romano. I don't actually plan on continuing this unless people like it.