Okay, so I got in the mood to try my hand at a Spamano fic. This is the result. I don't think it'll be any good, but... I guess we'll see, now won't we. Hold on tight, this is going to be a crazy ride.

STOP! I don't own Axis Powers Hetalia or any of the characters used in this story!

Okay. You can continue on.

-O-

Romano was seriously worried. What was he going to do? This was getting out of hand. He wanted to just reach out his hand and try to grab a hold of Spain. He wanted everything to be alright. He wanted to comfort Spain and try to convince him that everything would be alright. None of this was his fault. There was no one to blame for this.

"Spain..." Romano fought hard against the restraints that held him back. "Spain!" He called out. "You jerk! You better listen to me!" He didn't want to cry. He couldn't cry. He was strong! It wasn't like him to be upset, and yet he couldn't stop the tears that floated down his cheeks.

"Run..." Spain's words made Romano fight harder to get to Spain.

"Jerk! I'm not leaving you. No matter how hurt I get!" Romano meant it. The pain he felt didn't matter. He needed to get to Spain. But it was after he said the words that he felt the sharp pain that pierced his stomach.

"Romano!" Spain's words echoed in his head, but nothing registered but how cold everything felt suddenly.

"Spain..." The words escaped him before it went dark.

-X-

Okay... So that is the end of the first chapter. I'm a sucker. I know. Haha. I'm evil, admit it. This was so crappy. But, before you ask, this was supposed to be a short chapter. Want to know what happened? You'll have to keep reading. Kolkolkol.