Okay, so here's the update. I'm sorry it took so long, I just went back to school. It's a little angsty :3
Hetalia doesn't belong to me, all credit to Himaruya Hidezak

He remained sat in the window seat for the remainder of the lunch break but, soon enough, the other countries began filtering back into the hall, chatting animatedly and Spain, as the host, had to show his face.

He fixed on his normal cheery grin and skipped over to his seat.

Romano sat in the seat on his right and Spain smiled his special 'reserved-for-Lovi-and-tomatoes' grin but it soon turned to a scowl when Turkey sauntered over.

"What the hell do you want puta?" the Spaniard ground out, his green eyes hard.

Sadiq ignored him and placed a hand on Romano's shoulder, the Italian stiffened, "Have you reconsidered my offer?" the Turk sneered as his fingers dug into the smaller nation's flesh, causing Romano to flinch.

For Spain that was the last straw, he rose out of his seat and grabbed hold of Turkey's wrist "Let. Him. Go." He snarled, his eyes dark.

Sadiq baulked for a moment but then his sneer returned "Why should I? He's not your colony anymore, you can't stop me"

Spain's reply was short and sweet and it left Turkey on the floor, clutching a broken nose as the other nations stared on in silent horror.
"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?!" Romano yelled, fear evident in his voice "YOU IDIOT, WHY'D YOU HIT HIM?!"

Spain blinked in confusion "H-he was hurting mi tomate pequeño … he was hurting you Lovi…"

"FOR FUCKS SAKE YOU CRAZY BASTARD, I AM NOT YOUR ANYTHING, NOT YOUR LITTLE TOMATO, NOT YOUR COLONY AND DEFINITELY NOT YOUR FRIEND, OKAY?!" Romano had risen out of his seat and turned all his fear, anger and humiliation on his former caretaker "WHY THE HELL DO YOU CARE SO MUCH ANYWAY?!"

"I... I" Spain stammered, his eyes wide and full of hurt "I love you Lovi…"

"WELL I HATE YOU GODDAMMIT!" the Italian yelled and stormed out of the room.

Spain stood motionless, staring at the ground. Gilbert slowly approached him "Tonio?" he asked nervously "You okay?"

The Spaniard began to move suddenly, turning to the table he began to grab his paperwork and, with shaking hands, stuffed it into his satchel.

Outside it began to rain.

"Antoine?" Francis laid a hand on his friend's shoulder, only to have it shrugged violently off.

The Spaniard finished collecting his work and began to walk towards the door, still not meeting anyone's eyes.

"Ve~ Big brother Spain, are you okay?" Feliciano asked, Spain just stormed past him, Feliciano did the only thing he could think to do and grabbed the Spaniard's shirt sleeve, it ripped in his hands revealing the skin of Spain's arm, mottled with bruises and burns, clear signs of abuse.

Feliciano gasped and Antonio froze for a moment, his eyes darting up to meet the rest of the nations' briefly before he continued out the door.

The nations all stood transfixed, trying to get the images of Spain's body and his eyes, Oh God those eyes; tired, broken, afraid out of their minds.

Italy started sobbing quietly and was pulled into a gentle hug by Germany.

"Mon dieu" France murmured, concern written over his face.

"For once, I completely agree with the frog" England sighed

So there you are... another chapter.
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