A/N: This is a head connon fic I wrote. Well of course it`s Spamano. Anyway that's about it beside I don't own Hetalia of the characters. Hope you enjoy~!

Swords clashed, bullets rained, that sky light up from the fire in the horizon, and the ringing of bombs filled the air. He, himself alone, started all this. For the one and only person he loved. They had been taken away from him and he intended to get them back. No matter what.

He barged into an enormous home. The place his love was being held.

"Romano!" Spain cried out for the Italian. He held a sword in his right hand while his left whipped away blood that was on his forehead.

"Romano! Mi amor!" He called more desperately for Romano.

Spain ran around the house until he came upon the ball room. There Austria was playing his piano. At his feet was Romano. He gritted his teeth together and charged towards them.

A gun fire went off behind Spain witch caused him to turn around and look at Hungary.

"Drop your sword or I'll shot again!" The woman's accent was heavy while she spoke. Spain glance at Romano the at his arm. Blood came from his right arm. He gripped his sword as he spoke to the woman holding her gun.

"Señora. You may do what you wish to me but please don't hurt mi amor..." The man gestured to a very surprised Romano.

Hungary nodded and lifted her gun some. It pointed at Spain's heart. Just as she was about to pull the trigger…

"No! Don't!" Romano screamed and ran towards Spain. His feet beated against the ground until he was by the elder man's side. Spain took this as a chance to let go. He dropped his sword and landed in Romano's arms.

HOSPITAL

Spain awoke in a bed. He flew up and took note that he was in a well built hospital.

"Romano!" He screamed out for the Italian which in turn made his head throb. Said Italia walked in and looked at Spain.

"Cosa vuoi, bastardo?" Romano asked Spain who jumped up from his bed and wrapped his arms around South Italy.

"You know I don`t speak Italian." Spain said with a big smile on his face. Romano couldn`t help but hug the man he nearly lost back on reply.

"Stupid bastard…I know." Romano pushed Spain back to his bed. "Get laid down your not healed and you need rest!"

Spain laid in the warm bed happily knowing he had su tomate, Romano, Romano back. For good this time.

Translations

Cosa vuoi, bastardo?_ What do you want, bastard?

Su tomate_ his tomato

Mi amor_ my love