I'm staring at the broken china on the floor, my hands shaking as I'm fighting for dominance inside.

Hola, Spain did you miss me? Well I missed you SO much. I couldn't wait to come out and play with you again.

no, No, NO! I-I can't deal with him again. He was gone. France and Prussia were there. He had left me.

Like I'd leave you alone Spain, you're mine forever and ever. Like I'd let something so delicious, sweet, and beautiful slip from me.

"Leave...J-just leave me alone."

Hitting the counter I clench it with pale hands, water drops from me and I can't tell the difference between my cold sweat and tears. I'm scared and helplessness washes over me.

The next thing I know is a smacking noise slight pain pushing my head forward suddenly.

"Idiot, don't you get so worked up because you broke a stupid dish! It's just a plate, dumb-ass."

I'm dazed, but back in full control of my body. He's gone. All that's left is me and a shattered plate.

"Lo siento, Roma."

I bend down and start cleaning the sharp shards while Roma leaves for the garden. That has always been his favorite place when he visits, and I don't mind his constant visits to the tomatoes.

Heh, so you went all soft for this guy?! Not worth it.

"Oi, Spagna, get your idiota friend the hell off me!"

I look out the window and my body isn't mine. What I saw there was enough for me to lose control; my shock enough for him to take over. Prussia was hugging my henchman. Roma wasn't something anyone could just hug. Only I could hug him. Roma didn't like others hugging him. Not that he acted like he liked my hugs, but Boss was Boss.

I was out the door and could almost imagine my red coat trailing behind me, the sea air twirling around my body, the wooden creaking boards of a port or ship under my worn leather boots, and the cocky grin I was definitely wearing. Instead, I was in the garden with my prized tomato plants at my home. A place Dark Spain had known for years was taboo. His walk was confident, sure, steady, more like a leader compared to my carefree, lanky, bubbly walk that seemed to look like Ita-chan and I had learned how to walk together.

Closer to my unsuspecting target, approaching Prussia, while Romano struggles to pry the nation off, and Canada watches, torn between reprimanding his boyfriend or watching his friend be cuddled by the albino.

I'm near enough and it's amazing Prussia doesn't notice me. He does notice me when I grab him and throw him across my beloved tomato field.

"Was im himmel!"

Romano laughs as Prussia tumbles into a tomato plant and I glare at Prussia, seeing only an enemy in my friend. Romano turns to start talking to Canada and I go to stand next to him. Dark Spain fidgets restlessly as they talk.

"Then the bastard, like the ass, he is and gives him fucking chocolate for Valentine's Day. Then, he doesn't even take my idiota of a brother anywhere!"

Wow, you're way too lenient on your lover's attitude

No... He can't be interested in Roma… Who knows what would happen, but I'm already too late. He's on the move.

"ROMA, LANGUAGE!"

Romano's already looking at me weird. I can't watch this; I'm not possibly yelling at Roma. Th-this isn't happening...

"I might just leave and go to Ita-chan's house."

I can't believe those words came out of my mouth; Romano was very touchy on certain subjects (his vulgarity being one of them) and you had to avoid bringing them up at all costs. I'd swore never to talk so rudely to mi tomate anyway! Many know better than to compare Romano and Italy and Romano, or talk about his colorful use of language in front of me or Roma now, but I still sometimes hear them whispering about it. That means Romano probably does too.

Speaking of Romano, he looked like he was about to explode; his face red in anger but his eyes water with the hurt he always tries so badly to hide from me.

"Why in the name of fucking God would you tell me that?"

I'm panicking inwardly because Romano is almost crying and He's hurting Romano.

Looks like I'm destroying your former henchman, Spain. Soon, he'll hate you more than he hates himself.

Dark Spain leans forward, so my eyes line up with Romano's. He cocks his head in a questioning gesture, but the eyes reflected back from Romano's terrified ones are calculating and cruel.

"You're cute riled up. I saw an opportunity and went for it. Don't worry, I won't leave you for Ita, yet. Just remember to pay more attention to me; you're MINE."

"Okay…" , Romano looks at me, for once fear running through his eyes.

I don't know what He is planning, but he has one thing right: Romano is mine and I don't like it when he pays attention to anyone else, but. I would never act like that. "That doesn't seem sincere."

I spin on my heels and walk over to Prussia, who had been watching the scene like it was a comedy show.

"Hola amigo, what brings you here?

"Oh the usual, Austria and Hungary have sticks up their asses and are unawesome to be around right now, and West kicked me out, again. So I found mein vögelchen!
My eyes rolled before laughing and soon, He and one of my best friends are having a conversation. I'm not entirely okay with this, but I hadn't had full control of my body since I looked out of the kitchen window.

I see Romano close to tears, and I'm fighting for control. He's shaking and mio Dio; I can't believe what Dark Spain is doing to Roma. Prussia's eyes flash and I know he's getting closer to discovering the truth.

"O-Okay, I-I actually like p-paying attention to you! You can ask Canada, right Canada?"

Finally, He is gone and I walk up to Romano, crushing him in a bear hug. Romano has never said something like that, and with the plan forming in my head I might never hear something like that again. I sneak a kiss to his head and breathe in a scent that only can be described as pure Romano. The last time I'll ever smell something so perfect to me

"Oi, idiota, let go of me! I'm going with Canada to the mall."

I nod and let go as Romano storms off with Canada shadowing him. Prussia stays with me even after Canada calls him.

"He's back again, isn't he?"I nod numbly

"How do we get rid of him?"

"You heard England when he was exorcised: it can only be used once against him. He wasn't even supposed to come back!"

"I know that, but He did come back and you're going to get rid of him. You just won't like it."

Prussia quiets in thought before responding.

"What do you mean I won't like it?"

I tugged Prussia into the house and sat him down at the table.

"There is only one way I can think of getting rid of him and you won't want to do it, but you will have to. Romano shouldn't have to see Dark Spain, ever."

"What are you saying Spain?"

My emerald eyes meet ruby ones and hold the contact.

"You'll have to shoot me to get rid of him, it's the only way."

Prussia's chair screeches as he balks in horror.

"Nein! You'll die if I do that!"

"I know, but I'd rather you do it than one of my enemies and while I'm still in control of my own body. I want to die as me. Por favor do this for me, Prussia."

Prussia is close to tears and I don't blame him.

"When?"

"During the World Summit Meeting, I want to at least see Roma again, even if it is just once. I know it is selfish..."

"I'll do it, but what should I say to everyone afterward? Everyone who knew Dark Spain thinks he's as well off as dead."

I smile at Prussia; I've already thought of that.

"On the day of the World Meeting, I'll put a DVD in my briefcase. Show it to everybody. That way I can explain everything and you won't get in trouble for my death."

Prussia hides a sob with a cough when I say the word death. I move to hug him and he turns away, eyes pleading for me not to baby him through it. It would just be harder that way.

"Wh-what about France and I? Your colonies? All of your friends…"

I smile, and for once, the smile seems fake even to me.

"The DVD mi amigo, I'll also see them before I go, as good-bye. I just won't tell them, though. It would be too hard."

Prussia nods as his face hardens. He stands up as I watch.

"I am going back to vögelchen. I don't want to do this, but if I do, don't forget to say good-bye to Franny and me along with the others."

His head bows and his hair hides normally piercing red eyes. I can tell he's crying, but a man has dignity, so I say nothing as he leaves. I get out my contact book; I have some calls to make.