The rain was almost blinding, already Romano was drenched to the bone, and he silently cursed to himself as he slowly walked through the wet ground.

"Why did I ever let Venenziano out to look on his own?" He sighed. "He's probably lost." Romano took his phone out of his pocket and flipped it open. His background was of Spain and himself, he had no signal from where he was. He cursed again. Who did Spain send him a call? Did he really have a signal when he called him?

A rustle sounded behind him. He quickly turned around. "Who's there!" Romano ordered. No answer, he looked around to see what he could use to defend himself if whatever it was decided to attack him.

He saw a fallen tree limb, he took it and held it like a baseball bat and slowly walked toward the source. When he was three feet away he jumped and slammed the tree down on the bush. A rabbit scurried away as quick as Italy would if he saw England. Romano sighed and turned around. A large dark figure was directly over him. His heart dropped as he slowly took steps back. The figure had claws, steel looking claws. And teeth, lots and lots of teeth. It's eyes were crimson red full of hunger and anger. Romano gulped.

The creature looked him directly in the eyes, he was both mystified and captured. He couldn't move, if he could the would've ran away. Romano felt like this thing was looking into his soul like it was looking through his memories.

It made a deep growl. It slowly placed one of its claws against Romano's throat. He started to tremble, was this how he was going to die? Did this thing kill Spain and the others? Did this think kill his brother?

"Spain, come and save me you jerk." He said just over a whisper. He knew for a fact that Spain couldn't hear him. He knew no one could hear him. He was going to die.

~HETALIA~ (^J^) Kol kol kol kol

Spain ran through the many trees he was tired, his legs and lungs were burning. He didn't stop. He had to help Romano before he would regret it.

He felt like his whole body was on fire. He didn't stop. He had the determination of his country. He needed everything he could get if it would save Romano. He passed many trees and many other things but nothing that looked like Romano.

Okay he thought one bush was Romano but he was cold, hungry and desperate.

"Romano!" He called out, his voice, like germany's, echoed out through the trees, weaving in and out up and down. He so desperately needed to see Romano's face even if it was a glare or if he was cussing him out. He would actually enjoy it. He would pick him up and hug him and hold him there until Romano hit him hard enough.

He wait for what it seemed like forever. He never in his life thought he would lose someone who is so close to him.

A howl rang through his ears as the though he lost all hope. Like Germany also Spain kept something with him. A small hatchet was clipped onto his belt. He kept his thumb on the latch keeping it closed, just in case something wanted to attack him.

This time a scream, but it was almost like they were drowning.

Spain ran after the sound, kicking up dirt behind him as the went as fast as he could.

Spain's run slowed to a painful walk. Blood was everywhere. From his throat to his knees. His eyes were dull, like the life was ripped from his chest. Spain felt like the thing who did this tore out his own heart. "Romano." His voice trembled. He fell to his knees. Spain pushed away the wet, blood drentched hair out of the younger man's face. He sighed roughly, how could he let his henchman die? He was the boss.

Spain felt Romano twitch ever so slightly. He looked down at him. Now that he actualy is looking at him, he was breathing but ever so slightly. Almost like how Juliet was in that said story of she and Romeo.

Romeo, the name sound much like Romano's yet he knew they were no where near the same. Romeo was brave, and he would do anything for the girl he loves. Romano acts brave yet he isn't. He'd never seen what Romano acts like when he though he was in love.

Spain slowly started to walk away with Romano in his arms. Only he knew what other's though was rain was actualy tears streaked across his tanned face. The Italian's eye lids twitched, then he blunk.

"Spain?" Romano said slowly, his voice was very breathy. Spain looked down in bewilderment. He held Romano close to his chest.

"Don't ever go anywhere by yourself again." He whispered into the others ear. Romano blushed lightly.

"Okay." He held onto Spain's sleaves. "I won't."

I had to put this in here. My BFFF's helped me with it. (Best F&*%ing friends forever) Give some credit to them too. ~Edita