Well Chapter two is here. The next chapter 2.5 is an alternate ending with a lemon... *Smiles*

"Wh-what?" Spain's voice was barely above a whisper.

"I'm dropping all connections… Including you. It's for the best." Romano pulled Spain into his arms. "its better this way, believe me." Tears rushed down Spain's face as he realized his reason for existence was leaving him, forever.

"Lo-lovi? How is this for the best? How could this make anything better?" Spain was staring into Romano's brown eyes.

"Trust me; everyone will forget my existence after the first month. Even you Spain." Romano pulled Spain close. "I love you…" Romano pressed his lips to Spain's, and as fast as it happened it ended. Romano turned and started walking away from the teary eyed Spaniard.

"I will NEVER forget you, and I will always love you." Spain yelled, as he watched Romano walk down the street, and as soon as he was out of Spain's sight, Spain collapsed to the ground crying his broken heart out.

-A FEW YEARS LATER-

-AT A RANDOM BAR-

"Hey Bob! Gimme another one!"

"Um, are you sure? This makes fifteen." Bob the elder bartender said, by now he was use to Spain's absurd drinking habits.

"Just gimme another." Spain said emotionless, resting his head on the bar. Bob handed him a full stein of beer.

"Enjoy." Spain nodded, just as the bell for the door went off. Spain tilted his head slightly to get a peak at the new comer.

"Oi Beer!" Said a familiar voice. Spain sat up to look over. Next to him was a guy he hadn't seen before. He wore dark shades, a white shirt, black dinner jacket, black dress pants, a black hat, and black gloves.

"Hi…" Spain said still emotionless." You look familiar."

"Don d' Nortalie Maybe you've heard of me." Spain thought a moment.

"Nope…"

"I'm the Boss of the Italian Mafia. You bastard." Spain's head shot up immediately.

"You… sound… him…" Spain trailed off. He looked down at his half drunk beer. Spain felt a hand cup his cheek, he turned his head to the right.

"Antonio, what did you do to yourself?"

"Lo-lovi?" Spain said slightly hopeful.

"Yes?" Spain threw his arms around Romano's neck.

"You said I would forget you, well I never did. Not one day went by that I didn't cry for you. Not one day went by I didn't wish that I could have you in my arms again. I missed you like crazy." Spain had pulled Romano close to his chest. "Not one day went by without me blaming myself for what had happened." Spain finished, crying for hopefully the last time.

"I'm… It wasn't your fault I chose this myself. Now come on, I'm not letting you drive drunk."

"I'm not drunk. God… this is only my fifteenth, hell usually I have about twenty." Spain said smiling. Romano shook his head grabbed Spain's arm and lead him to his red Ferrari. They drove two hours, until they came to what looked like a bombers hideout.

"You redecorated…" Spain said looking at the worn out two story house.

"I moved… Now let's go in." Romano led them into the dark house. "My rooms upstairs." He led Spain to the guest bedroom. "Um… Do you need pj's or anything?" The small Italian said questioningly.

"I'm ok, but thanks for the offer." Spain smiled for the first time in years, as Romano shut the door quietly.