Well, it took me long enough, but I'm back to writing Erased! Sorry for taking so long to get back into writing. I had a few problems… school, depression, music to learn... the usual. I know right now my writing might not be all that great. I just really wanted to get the story going again.
By the way, is the awesomest beta reader ever! I'm glad you're back!
I do not own Hetalia. Just incase you didn't know :)
Romano wanted to listen to the voices longer, but he felt like he was falling. Well, not exactly falling. More like plummeting to his death off a mountain. His heart was racing, and he could feel nothing in the darkness that surrounded him. He screamed, but nothing happened. It felt like he was never going to stop falling.
"Little Romano, don't make me regret this," a voice said.
"Grandfather?" Romano was sure of it. Only his grandpa called him Little Romano like that.
Then, a tiny light broke through the darkness. As he fell through the darkness the light got brighter. Eventually it became so bright that he could no longer see. He realized that he was no longer falling. Instead he felt like he was floating. It felt peaceful and calm like a deep sleep.
Romano could smell cold tomatoes. Someone was speaking.
"Oh Lovino, lo siento mucho. Te amo más que nada en el mundo. No fue mi intención lastimarte. Por favor Lovino. Lo siento."
He took a deep breath and placed a hand on Romano's head.
Romano took a deep breath. "You know I can't speak Spanish." He said weakly.
Spain's hand jumped, and Romano opened his eyes. Spain's face lit up at the sight of Romano's brown eyes.
"Lovino! You're alive!" He said. "I was so worried! I thought you were going to die, but then you got better but Feli said-" Spain jumped out of his chair and tried running out of the room. However, a chair got in his way, and Spain tumbled to the ground. He jumped up and went out the door.
Romano could hear Spain yelling for Italy. "Feli, come quick! Lovino is alive!"
Spain was gone for a long time. Romano guessed that Italy was probably avoiding him. Italy did this when he didn't understand someone when he was little. Up until he met Germany, he would really only hang around Romano. Maybe that was why Italy was acting so strange. He obviously didn't remember Romano. He probably thought that all his life he had nobody but himself.
The door that Spain had left wide open swung back and forth. The squeaking was driving Romano crazy. He wanted to get up and close it, but when he tried there was a harp pain in his side. Time passed. Romano lost count of how many times the door squeaked. He lost count of how many times he heard Spain calling for Italy.
"I am so bored," he groaned.
He let his head hit the pillow. He stared at the decorative carvings on the ceiling. His eyes felt heavy. Romano thought he heard something walk in, but when he looked at the door he saw nothing. HE was about to lie down when the door slammed shut. The room grew cold fast. Romano felt uneasy. He wanted to get out of there. He shivered as a white figure grew in front of him. A man with a white robe and a hood stood before him. The man began to chant in a strange language, and Romano shivered. A white cloud formed out of thin air.
"Lovino, Open the door!"
"Sp-Spain!" Romano yelled. He couldn't move. Something was holding him down. He could hear Spain banging on the door.
There was a bright flash. Romano couldn't see anything. He felt weightless. But he felt uneasy. Something wasn't right. He couldn't tell where he was. He was being swallowed by nothingness.
There was a crash, and the man stopped chanting.
"Lovino, No! Do not touch him!" Spain's voice yelled.
Romano couldn't see what was going on, but it didn't sound good. Things were breaking. Something ripped. Spain yelped in pain. Romano wanted it all to stop.
"Step away from the cloud, Spain. You too will have your turn when the time comes." The person said
Then, as if the world all came crashing down, Romano fell to the ground. His side felt like it was on fire. He winced as he placed a hand on his side. Looking up, Romano saw that Spain was standing between him and the white robbed guy. His sword was pointed at the man.
"This is only the beginning. Next time I'll be sure to dispose of you as well," The man said. He raised a hand and drew a circle in the air. Suddenly the air blew at an alarm speed, and he vanished.
"Romano, are you alright?"
Romano gulped. "I don't know."
"Oh Lovino, lo siento mucho. Te amo más que nada en el mundo. No fue mi intención lastimarte. Por favor Lovino. Lo siento."
Translation: "Oh Lovino, I'm very sorry. I love you more than anything in the world. I did not mean to hurt you. Please Lovino. I'm sorry."
I'm pretty sure this translation is right. I didn't use a translator because I'm taking Spanish level 4 in school. I'm still working on my spanish though, so if I got something wrong, please let me know.