They finally got Spain to calm down. After saying everything was going to be okay, and telling him someone's out there for him, they had him sitting on the couch sipping on water. Prussia looked at France, and looked at the ceiling.

"G-G-gracias." He said between hiccups. He was still depressed, but he couldn't cry anymore.

"No problem... Friends gotta do what a friends gotta do." Prussia said in a low voice and France nodded. They had no clue what to do now.

"Can we go out?" Spain said, looking at a picture of him and Romano.

"Oui mon ami!" France nodded, and Prussia nodded also.


France, Prussia, and Spain sat in the car. Spain was in the backseat laying down, and the other two were in the front. Spain had decided to go to one of his favorite clubs. The two didn't testify, and drove to the club.

They pulled into the parking lot, and parked. They all got out, and slammed their doors behind him. You could hear the faint music playing. They walked as if they had class.

Prussia walked to the door, and opened it. They were dancing to some random song, and everyone was bouncing. Spain moved a little to the beat. Then the song changed. Spain glanced around, and walked to a female who wasn't dancing. She looked familiar, but he couldn't put a finger on who it was.