Alright, so yeah, three chapters in one day right? Honestly I have to upload the entire thing between today and tomorrow so anyone actually reading this is in luck I guess. Well anyways, read on peoples.
~Chapter Four: Betrayal~
Spain lay on the floor, shaking violently. Romano could only watch the country cry silently as Russia walked away from him towards Romano. He looked down, but Russia wrenched his chin up so he was forced to look the smiling nation in the eyes. "That vas not so bad, da?"
"You need to be locked up in a fucking insane asylum bastard." Romano muttered.
"Oh?" Russia tilted his head innocently, "How so?"
"Is that a fucking trick question? You fucking raped Spain! He didn't do anything wrong!" Romano yelled angrily.
"Ah, but this morning you were yelling at him about doing something wrong, what was that about?"
Romano's eyes widened. "W-Well, I… ah, I-"
"Vas there even a real reason? Vas it a good one? Because that's vy you are here."Romano averted his gaze from the Russian's.
"He forgot my birthday." Romano muttered, shoulders slumped.
"I didn't… forget… Roma…" Spain said, "I just, couldn't think… of a good time… to give you… your gift."
Romano looked over at the Spaniard, his back was to Romano. "W-What?"
"I was going… to ask you… never mind. It doesn't really… matter now anyways." Russia stared at Spain thoughtfully.
"I think I get it." He untied Spain's hands and pulled off the country's jacket. He checked all the pockets until he seemed to find what he was looking for. "How sweet!" He pulled out a small, black, velvet box. "He was going to ask you to marry him!"
Romano stared at Spain confusedly. "But I thought you didn't care about me. I mean, after that night…" Romano bit his lip.
"You mean, the night I raped you." Spain sighed bitterly.
"What are you talking about? You never did that!" Romano stared desperately at Spain, trying to figure out what he meant.
"The night I came home drunk and… I-I'm sorry," Romano could hear tears in the Spaniard's voice, "I never meant to hurt you, I just-"
"You IDIOT!" Spain pushed himself up onto his elbows so he could see Romano, there were tears running down his face.
"Look, I'm sorry! Please forgive me Romano!"
"There's nothing to forgive bastard! I let you do that to me because I love you too! I thought you didn't even remember what happen that night because you were drunk and it fucking hurt! Why the hell didn't you ever mention it?!" Romano screamed.
"I-I thought th-that you would be angry and so-" He stopped and stared at Romano, "You… love me too?"
Romano's face reddened. "Yes bastard so fucking acknowledge it! I'll marry you!"
Russia silently watched their exchange and smiled, he could use this to his advantage.
Hell, I dunno how this chapter turned out... but it's short again. -_- whatever, I hope you liked it.
