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Romano stared off into the empty darkness. Spain had been gone for weeks, and Romano denied his feelings of depression. (My friend stopped helping me ahhh) About three weeks ago, Spain had left for war with England. (Aww Iggy you so mean!) (Friend says: VERY GRAMMAR!) Romano fought back tears, as he waited for the elder nation. (DERP) Romano couldn't wait for Spain any longer. He opened his door and pursued Spain.
*TIME WARP*
"SPAIN!" Romano shouted at the limp figure on the ground.
"Roma? Mi tomate!" Spain barely choked out.
"Spain! (Insert swearing) Who? (Canada.) Did England do this? (insert more swearing) I'm going to KILL him! But first… we need to get back to your house." Romano carried the Spaniard to his home, leaving a trail of crimson blood.
*TIME WARP*
"Roma?" Spain mumbled, looking over to the Italian who was holding his hand. Romano almost cracked a smile as Spain said, "Te Amo, Roma. Gracias." Romano hugged the Spaniard, and tried to ignore the ugly scars along Spain's shoulder.
~Set in pirate times, sorry I don't have a specific date yet~
First story: PLEASE DON'T HATE!