A/N: And here marks the beginning of lots of angst.
"Roma, it's time to wake up." Spain sat on Romano's bedside, shaking him gently.
"Go… away…" Romano muttered, burying himself under the covers.
"Oh, come on, Romano…" Spain sighed. "I'm sick of it taking twenty years for you to wake up."
"Then leave me alone, dammit…" Romano replied.
This is tiring, Spain thought, exasperated. It had been two weeks since Romano had come over and as much as Spain enjoyed having the Italian in his house again, he couldn't help but get annoyed with him from time to time. I miss the days where he'd jump on me to wake up…
For the most part, nothing had changed since Romano was last here. Romano would still break things by accident and then make Spain clean it up. He still made Spain cook for him whenever he was hungry, and he was still perpetually angry or sad. Except… he's been more sad than anything recently. I wonder why… Romano was fast asleep again, so Spain decided to leave him be. He's so cute, Spain thought with a small smile. He's been acting odd though. I know he gets mad easily, but what could have Italy done to upset him so much? I hope Romano's okay… Spain leaned over and kissed his forehead softly. He'll probably want breakfast in a few minutes. Spain got up and closed the door behind him.
Romano looked up at where the Spaniard had just stood, his face bright red.
"What the hell does that bastard think he's doing?" Romano remarked, gently touching his forehead.
Every night since Romano had come over, it had been sunny and bright in Spain. So everyday, Spain decided to go outside and pick tomatoes. Of course, Romano refused to go with him, claiming that it was too boring. Spain wasn't that surprised. Whenever he took him out to the fields when he was younger, all he would ever do is run away and hang out with Belgium or he would get lost in the miles and miles of tomato plants and cry until Spain found him.
"It's so hot out today…" Spain muttered, wiping off his brow. His basket was full to the brim with tomatoes, so he decided to take a break. He wandered through the tomato plants to a small clearing with a large tree. He sat down beneath its shade and closed his eyes, and slowly fell asleep.
"Damn, what's taking that bastard so damn long?" Romano grumbled. He sat alone by the window, staring out of it with a scowl. "And it's about to rain too, dammit!" Romano had been waiting there for a little over an hour, searching for the Spaniard among the green, lush plants. Hurry up, dammit…., Romano thought. I'm getting worried… Romano smacked himself. "What the hell am I doing? I don't care about him at all!" He stared at the window for a few more seconds before getting up with a loud, exasperated sigh. "That idiot must have gotten himself hurt!" He grabbed an umbrella and ran through the door.
"Spain! Where the hell are you?" Romano shouted as he ran through the plants. "Dammit! I'm hungry! Come here, you stupid bas-" Romano stopped mid-sentence when he slipped on some mud and fell down, ripping his sleeve open on a rock. "God dammit!" Romano hopped up and clutched his arm. He looked up and noticed a clearing up ahead, under a large tree. Maybe he's over there, Romano thought, running towards it. Underneath the tree lay Spain, sleeping peacefully, completely unaware of the rain around him.
"That idiot!" Romano ran up and sat beside him. "Oy, Spain! Wake up, dammit!" Romano shook him.
"Mmm… stop it…" Spain replied, still asleep.
"Don't give me that crap! I'm cold and wet and hungry! Wake up!" Romano shook him furiously.
"N-no… stop… leave Roma alone…" Spain mumbled. Romano stopped and stared at him for a moment.
"What the hell? Spain, are you awake?" At this, Spain slowly open his eyes and gazed groggily at Romano.
"Roma…?" Spain asked.
"Yes, it's me! Who the hell else would it be, you lazy-" Spain quieted him by pulling him into a tight hug.
"Romano." Spain said quietly, squeezing him tighter.
"What the hell are you doing?" Romano yelled. "Spain, let go!" Spain's eyes opened wider as he fully woke up, and he immediately let go of Romano.
"Oh… uh, sorry, Romano." Spain said, flustered. "I was half-asleep."
"I noticed. Are you okay?"
"Huh? This is unusual. Were you worried about Boss Spain, Roma?"
"That's not it! And answer the god damn question, will you?"
"Oh… I just had a bad dream, that's all. Nothing for you to worry about."
"You're shaking."
"Oh…" Spain looked up. "Well, I'm cold. How long has it been raining?" He picked up the basket of tomatoes. "Let's go inside."
"Fine…" Romano trailed behind him and remained silent until they got inside.
"Whew! I'm sick of all this rain!" Spain exclaimed, plopping down on the couch. Romano sat down beside him quietly. "Romano, you okay? You've been rather quiet."
"I'm cold, dammit." Romano pouted.
"Okay. Let Boss Spain help you." Spain got up to go get a blanket, but Romano pulled on his sleeve to make him stay. "What's wrong, Roma?"
"What did you dream about?" Romano asked.
"Why do you want to know?"
"You were talking in your sleep… and you mentioned me."
"Oh… did I?" Spain said timidly. "Well, it's stupid, really. I just had a dream about all those times Turkey and France tried to take you from me. I… I'm sorry. I just hate the thought of losing you to creepy people like them. I want you safe."
"Creepy? Aren't you friends with France?" Romano asked with a smirk.
"Yeah, well… he's still a creep." Spain said, chuckling. He walked back over to Romano and hugged him. "I'm just glad you managed to stay safe."
"Y-yeah." Romano looked away and felt his face flush. "You can let go of me now." Spain smiled and let go. He then noticed that his tan hand was covered with blood.
"Roma! Your arm's bleeding!" Spain cried. Romano's ripped sleeve was soaked with crimson blood.
"Wait, Spain, it's not that big of a deal…" Romano said cooly.
"No, I need to fix it up!" Spain insisted. "Romano, I can't reach it without taking your shirt off. Do you mind?"
"Of course I mind, dammit! Let go of me!" Romano snapped. Spain was too worried to listen to him, so he pulled Romano's shirt off gently, exposing his pale skin.
"Roma…" Spain said in awe. Romano's body was covered in scars. Both his arms and his chest had long, thin lines on them, some old and white and others new and red. He had particularly large gashes on both wrists and around his neck. The scar that was bleeding now was not a new one, but an old one that had re-opened.
"I told you not to!" Romano screamed. He hurriedly grabbed his shirt and ran up the stairs. Spain was too shocked to ask any questions or even chase him. Instead, he fell to his knees as he heard the door to Romano's room slam shut with a loud bang.
"What… what was that?" Spain asked himself. His worst fear in the entire world was to see Romano in pain. Now he had seen it, and he had no idea what to do. Oh Roma… what in the world happened to you since you left…?
A/N: I know what you're thinking... and no, Italy is not the bad guy in this story. (I love him too much!) So you'll just have to wait to figure out what's happening! Everyone, thanks for all the favorites and reviews! I've only had one chapter out, yet I got a ton of them already! :D Also, I'm sorry if I can't upload as frequently as I'd like... I have to start school, and that means I won't be able to write as often... but I'll be plenty depressed and will come up with lots more angst! Well, I have to go prepare for school now. BAI!