The little Italian's stomach growled as he paced around the house. Spain had been gone for days, being sent to help fight in a battle. It's now been another night without any dinner, which made Romano very angry. But It was 1597 and Spain was fighting against Britain. But little Romano was hungry... and scared. Romano has always been a potty mouth and not always the nicest person in the world, but when it came to real danger, he always became serious. What would happen to him if Spain never came back?
The front door opened violently, crashing into the wall. Romano ducked behind a chair and grabbed the closest thing to him to use as a weapon; a pillow.
"What are you doing here?! Beware, I'm armed with a very dangerous weapon," the little Italian squeaked.
Then the house echoed with a loud thud. Romano slowly peered towards the door and noticed his stranger was torn up and his clothes were filled with blood. The man's body looked dead on the ground.
Romano started to tip-toe towards the stranger and gently pushed him with the pillow. The body started to move and grumble. The Italian pushed the person on his back.
It was Spain.
His dark brown hair was in messy locks. Sweat and blood clinging his clothes and hair to his body. There were cuts and scars all over him. Nations will usually heal fast depending on how bad their injuries are. What had happened?
Romano sat on his knees and laid the pillow under the country's head. He then proceeded to shut the front door and get some medical supplies from the other room. The Italian boy was too small to carry Spain to his bedchambers so Romano would have to try and take care of him at the entrance. He cleaned and bandaged Spain's wounds and laid next to him until the wounds healed and he woke up.
The next morning Spain woke up, trying to think of what happened the night before. He turned his head and saw his henchman curled up next to him, sleeping like a baby. He was always an adorable little child to Spain. Especially when he wasn't screaming and cussing. The wounds had healed over night but there were still minor cuts on the spaniard's body. He stood up and carried Romano to the Italian's bedroom, tucking him in.
Ever since then, Romano always waited by the front door with medical supplies whenever Spain left to battle. He never wanted to see him hurt again.