Romano woke up in his bedroom in Rome knowing he needs to remember something. Reaching for his phone on the nightstand he managed to grab it and unplug it without moving much. It chirped and light up as he pulled it towards himself, he read the clock that was on it and groaned.

"Its 9 a clock, why am I even awake!"

Tossing the phone on his night stand, he rolled on to his other side throwing the blankets back over himself. Less than a second later he throw the covers back and jumped out of the bed none to gracefully, he grabbed the phone from the small table and started to hit buttons.

"Caso."

His phone was on contacts, the name he clicked on read Antonio Fernandez Carrido. The picture showed the Spaniard sleeping outside against a tree, what had the Italian worried was the date typed out on the info. February 12th, today was that day and that meant it was Spain's birthday.

"Dammit."

Romano tossed the phone for the second time back onto his nightstand and went to his dresser. He quickly got dressed into his uniform not really in the mood to search for casual clothing. His uniform consisted of tan pants with dark brown calf high boots, and a black under-shirt. His jacket was down stairs on the front table. Grabbing the phone on his way out he slipped it into one of the pockets, he passed his brother's room and paused. Leaning against the door Romano could hear Italy sleeping quietly,

"Least he still here and not at that potato bastards house" Romano thought pulling away from the door.

Downstairs in the kitchen Romano grabbed a tomato and a basket and headed out the back door. In the back yard Romano had a small garden that had fruits, vegetables, and herbs. He ate the tomato and headed for the tomato's that grew on one of the sides, Romano gazed at the fruits of his labor glad that he was better at one thing then his little brother. Italy never could really understand how to get things to grow, Romano excelled on that and it was all thanks to Spain. That's why every year Romano always tried to give the Spaniard something from his own garden; it was difficult some years due to it being February. Luckily this year there were some tomatoes ripe, Romano picked them and gently placed them in the basket. Inside he set the basket on the center island and lend on the counter, he then pulled his phone from out of his pocket and started to play with it. He looked up briefly when his little brother came into the kitchen, still wearing his pink undershirt and boxer.

"Morning Fratello, why are you up?" Italy asked yawning.

"Maybe I have things to do unlike you." Romano said sharply.

Italy looked slightly hurt, but didn't comment to his brother's rudeness, he instead reached for the basket which Romano usually had for the kitchen. Without looking up Romano smacked the hand away, Italy looked at Romano confused.

"Not for you, there's still some left over from last night." Romano said not looking up from his phone.

"What's it for then Fratello?"

"It's for Spain now shut up."

Italy frowned slightly trying to think then his face light up to his usual grin.

"Hey its Big Brother Spain's birthday today isn't it, you should call him."

"What do you think I'm doing, playing a game? Now shut up before I do it for you."

Italy closed his mouth but continued to smile, Romano rolled his eyes and placed the phone to his ear hearing it ring. Ringed five times before a voice came over the voice sounded strained and depressed,

"Hola."

Romano furrowed his eyebrows in confusion wondering what was wrong with Spain's voice.

"Cieo Bastard whats wrong with your voice you sick?"

"No, can I call you back?"

"No, I want..." Romano stopped when the phone clicked. "What the hell the bastard hung up on me."

Romano was glaring at his phone, Italy stood next to him trying to figure out what to say. Muttering under his breath Romano left the kitchen with Italy following him.

"What's wrong with Spain Fratello?"

"I don't know but I sure has hell going to find out." Romano said angrily grabbing his keys and flinging his jacket over his shoulder.

"How?"

"How do you think I'm going over to the bastard's house." Romano's words were laced with venom.

Italy backed away from Romano, "Fratello maybe you should calm down first, we could call France and Prussia and…"

"We're not going to call them and I don't need to calm down." He answered hotly.

Turning from his brother Romano left the house slamming the door, Italy heard Romano's car leave the drive way. Waiting a few seconds he ran upstairs and into his own room, there he grabbed his phone and dialed it.

"Guten tag."

"Ve' Germany is your Fratello around?"

"Ja but why do you need him?"

"Something's wrong with Spain and Romano is on his way there."

"Give me a moment I have to find him."

The phone went silent other than the sound of footsteps. Italy could hear a few doors opening and Germany calling for his brother.

"Sorry Italy it seems he left earlier this morning."

"Can you give me his number?"

"Ja its 1-245-191-5135."

"Grazie Germany ciao."

After ending the conversation with Germany Italy typed in Prussia's number and waited while it rang.

"Hello?" A quit voice answered the phone.

Italy frowned slightly knowing that this was not Prussia. "Ciao is this Gilbert's phone." Italy asked tilting his head to the side.

"Ouï give me one moment." The voice disappeared but a load voice could be heard shouting a bit away from the phone.

"Who's on the phone Birdie?"

Italy heard the soft voice reply, and then a load voice came over to the phone.

"Italy what's up?"

"I wanted to know if you know what's wrong with Spain?"

"Toni? Why you asking?"

"Italy explained what happened earlier that morning, when Prussia told him what was going on he frowned.

"Thank you for telling me Prussia" Italy's voice was different from its usual cheerful voice.

"Ja, now problem but if you get a hold of Spain could you tell him that me and Francis we are worried about him?"

"Si I will, ciao."

Romano was driving his car faster than allowed but he didn't care, it still took him a few hours but he finally made it to Madrid Spain. Pulling his keys from the ignition he looked up at the house that was once his home, climbing out he made his way to the front door. On the porch Romano noticed envelopes and yellow packets sitting in front of the door.

'Why are these here?'

He bent down and picked up one of the packets, on the address bar Romano saw that it was addressed to Spain from his boss. Dropping it back on the pile and pushing it aside with his foot Romano tried to open the door. Realizing it was locked he lifted his hand higher to the top of the door frame and ran his fingers along its edge.

"What the hell he always leaves the spare key here."

Romano was puzzled he knew Spain lost his keys sometimes so he left a key on the top of the door frame, when Romano was younger he had it in a loose board because the younger nation locked himself out one time and couldn't reach the key. When Romano was able to reach the top of the door frame Spain moved it back. Sighing he reached into his pockets and pulled out his key ring, using the key that Spain gave him he was able to get in. Entering the house after having to unlock both locks, Romano noticed that the house was hot and stuffy along with being quit.

"Spain!" Romano called out his voice echoing through the house.

The quit was suffocating and eerie, Romano headed for the living room. In the living room blankets, towels, and pillows were scattered. The fire-place was going as if it was the dead of winter, in front of the fire-place Spain was laying on his side. Sweat from the fire made his skin shine, he was wearing a red undershirt and dark blue pants.

"Spain what the hell it's not that cold outside and this place is a mess…"

Spain stayed still for a moment but shifted to a sitting position, he reached for something fuzzy that was next to him. For a second Romano thought it was a stuffed animal but when Spain turned to face him he saw it was a cat. Stepping closer Romano saw that the cat's fluffy brown fur was dull and unhealthy; the cat was also really skinny.

"What's wrong with your cat." Romano winced slightly not wanting to make it sound like he was uncaring because whatever was wrong with the cat was causing the Spaniard to act like this.

Spain looked at the cat tears forming in his eyes, "Toma is dying."

"What I thought he was like you, wait a second he better not being dying on me bastard!"

Spain shocked his head "no, but he still mortal he has lymphoma."

Spain's voice creaked and he buried his head in the cat's fur, the cat meowed softly weakly rubbing its head on his master's head. Romano went to Spain and sat down next to him not sure what to do Romano reached his hand over and started to pet the cat's fur feeling the bones underneath. The cat started to purr roughly, not able to purr smoothly any longer.

"How long have you been sitting here?" Romano asked softly.

"About a week I don't know."

"What!" Romano shot his head up looking at Spain, "A week why the hell did it take so long for someone to come out here. Don't your so called friends wonder where you are!?"

'Why didn't I notice anything?'

"Didn't want to be a bother, moved the key so they wouldn't get in. Almost had my door broke down but they went away, after I told them to."

"Have you eaten anything?"

Spain shrugged not answering."

"Chigi Spain you may be a country but your still human do you want to get sick."

Romano got up and headed out of the room, looking back Spain was still sitting there petting his cat. Heading for the kitchen he realized that most of the foods properly were spoiled. Finally able to find a cereal box after throwing practically everything out Romano headed out the kitchen.

Hope you guys like this its a little depressing. This is based on what happened last year on my birthday and since Spain's birthday according to the Hetalia site is close to mine thought it was a good fit. Also this year is the 500 anniversary since Spain first discovered claimed the area around St. Agustin (St. Augustine) for himself so yeah for that.

Thursday, October 24, 2013 Edit

Had to change Gil's number there is a reason he has that number if you can guess why would love to know you figured it out. That's also the reason why it's proberly not like the phone numbers in Germany.

Also had to move the author's note to the bottom of the page for some reason I typed it in the middle of the chapter.