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Waking up to a dark and silent room was strange for Romano. He always woke up to sunlight streaming through the curtains or Spain yelling at him to come eat breakfast. The weirdest part of it was that the bed was cold and empty. Normally Spain was cuddled up next to him, their limbs tangled together. But Spain was nowhere in sight. Feeling worried against his will Romano pulled himself out of bed and walked into the hallway continuing to walk until he got to the staircase. Maybe Spain had woken up hungry and went to get a midnight snack, yeah that must be what it is. Well he better not be eating tomatoes without him.

He looked up from his thought expecting to be at the top of the staircase but instead being exactly where he started. Romano was taken aback by this, he was sure he had been walking well thinking. Hesitantly taking a step forward and then another and another, he should be moving but every time he took a step the staircase seemed to get farther and farther away. Now he was confused and though he would never admit it, a little bit scared. He knew something wasn't right, was Spain ok?

He sprinted toward the stairs and they just seemed to get farther away faster. Not being able to take it anymore he stopped and bent over desperately trying to regain his breath. Finally being able to breathe normally again he straightened himself up and almost fell down when he saw that the staircase was right in front of him. What the hell? He didn't even take time to try to figure out how any of this was possible instead just accepting it and walking down the stairs in fear that they were going to disappear again.

When he reached the bottom of the stairs he walked through the living room almost sighing in relief when he saw that the kitchen light was on. The damn tomato bastard was just eating after all. He walked into the kitchen expecting to see Spain leaning over the counter munching on a tomato but instead he was met with the sight of Spain lying face down on the floor. Wh-what was that damned tomato bastard doing? Had the idiot fallen asleep on the floor? Part of him new that this was unreasonable, but he didn't want to believe that Spain was hurt.

Walking briskly forward he knelt down next to the older nation, and let out a small cry. His beautiful eyes were rolled into the back of his head and there was blood dripping out of his mouth. Letting out another cry he pressed his fingers onto the Spaniards neck desperately hoping to find a pulse, even a little one. Not finding Romano hugged Spain around his stomach and rested his head again the other nation's chest. He let out a choked sob and cried into his chest.

Romano shot up in bed gasping for air as tears streamed down his face. The spot next to him was empty and it felt all too familiar. He ripped himself out of bed in panic and sprinted down the hallway towards the stairs, he felt relief that the staircase was the normal distance away. But he couldn't stop worrying until he knew that that damn tomato bastard wasn't dead. He reached the kitchen and searched frantically around until his eyes landed on Spain. Instead of the nation lying on the ground he was standing over the stove cooking something that Romano couldn't even care to take notice of. Instead he felt himself drop to his knees and let out a choked cry.

Spain who had been cooking turned around and smiled at Romano, before he noticed the state the smaller country was in. He quickly shut off the burner and ran over to Romano also dropping to his knees and wrapping him up in a hug. "What is wrong mi tomate?" Romano didn't answer at first but eventually he chocked at something along the lines of "I thought you had, I thought you were dead" Span shook his head and hugged the boy tighter cooing at him, "Oh no, never my Romano. Me dying would require me leaving you and I would never do that." Romano continued to cry into Spain's shoulder and mumbled, "In my dream, you-you died, and then you-you weren't there when I woke up." Spain till holding the younger nation said, "How about this, every morning when you wake up I'll be right there next to you?"

And he was. The next morning and every morning after that, even though Romano insisted it wasn't necessary, Spain was right there lying next to Romano.

Authors Note: Sorry for the angst but it was a fluffy ending! I know Romano is very OOC but I wanted to give him some depth, so there you go. This is the first chapter of hopefully what will be 100 chapters, I'm doing and 100 theme challenge and obviously the couple will be… oh you guessed it Spamano! Okay anyway this was theme 19 Dreams. I hope you follow, favorite, review and all that crap if you don't that's okay to! Anyways if you're reading this then you sat through my horribly long and boring authors not and I'm very sorry! : )

Yours Truly,

Poisoned Pink