Chapter 4 is another long chapter, but more action in this chapter! Enjoy and review~!

Aftermath

Chapter 4: Spamano

Canada and Japan both turned their heads slowly around only to find a terrified and angry German yelling at them to run. It took a moment for Germany's words to process through their minds, but when it did, they ran like hell. Although they didn't know why they were running, they didn't want to take any chances looking back. Soon, they could no longer hear Germany running behind them and they only expected the worse. "Ja-Japan," Canada spoke, panting as he stopped running, looking back, "I think we should go back. We can't just leave him."

Panting, Japan stopped running and nodded. The two jogged somewhat back and heard Germany using his whip. "You don't think that…Thing could have followed us here, do you?" the shy country asked with a worried face.

"We locked the gate… I doubt it escaped. Although, we can't take any risks." Japan responded carefully. They continued quickly back to Germany with caution. When they reached him, he was dripping with sweat, panting, still with his whip in his hand. Germany turned to them, allowing them to see what was behind him.

"Here, got more food. If you want to eat it, that is. I'm going back to Prussia." He said sarcastically, kicking what was on the ground and turning to walk off.

Japan and Canada braced themselves to see the Thing, and were slightly relieved to see a bear. They both gasped at the sight of it. Germany had beaten it to a pulp; the bear was severed right in half, organs and guts slipping out, blood everywhere. Their eyes widened and they rushed back to Germany to ask what happened.

Back at the lake, Romano had had enough of Italy and Spain splashing him and got out. Spain got out after him, trying to persuade him back in. "Go away, you stupid bastard!" Romano whined, walking into the woods.

Spain didn't give up, for, something else was bugging him. Spain loved Romano, he really did. However, Romano never returned the feelings. He always yelled at Spain and cursed him off. He wanted to know the reason behind it. "Hey Roma, if you don't want to swim anymore, let's have a little chat while we walk." Spain said, putting his arm on Romano's shoulder, even though he pried it off multiple times.

By this time, it was way past dark and the other nations got out and hung out by the edge of the lake. Belarus had even calmed down and could actually hold a conversation with her brother without bringing up marriage. Japan and Canada lost sight of Germany and figured he was safe with his brother, so they went back to the others. They all chatted happily while Prussia was still stuck setting up the tents alone. "Verdammt noch mal! Ich will SpaB haben!" the upset Prussian muttered to himself.

"What do you want to talk about you bastard?" Romano finally gave up, letting Spain rest his arm on his shoulder.

"Roma, why do you call me that?" Spain asked, in a serious tone.

"Call you what?" Romano growled back, annoyed as usual.

"A bastard." Spain answered, calm and flat.

"I-I don't know…" Romano said, sighing, "It's just that…that…" his eyes widened, looking behind Spain, in shock of what he saw. "Spa-Spa-Spain! Look behind you!"

Spain didn't seem to notice Romano said anything and just kept babbling on and on. "Spain, look you fucking bastard!" Romano was screaming in fear now, which made Spain look. Frozen in complete fear and shock, Spain could only mutter one word to Romano, "Run."

Sure as hell, Romano ran. He ran, and he ran, as fast as he could and when he assumed he was safe, only then did he stop. "That Thing…it, it followed us… Should I keep going? No. Should I go and tell the others? No, that can wait for later. I must go back for Spain. I-I love him and I can't let him battle alone." Romano thought to himself. Then he started to run back to Spain. He needed to help him. No matter how much it seemed like he hated him, he didn't. He truly loved him and he had to help.

When he got back to Spain, he was too late. That Thing disappeared and Spain was left lying on the ground, with a serious injury to his lower back. Romano hid behind a tree for a minute to make sure it was okay and then ran over to Spain, kneeling down next to him, inspecting his wound. "Ro-Romano, what are you doing here? I thought I told you to run?" Spain mumbled, smiling to Romano.

"I-I did run. But then I ran back. I wanted to fight that Thing with you." Romano got out, tears filling his eyes, for he knew he wasn't going to make it. Spain knew that too. "If only you looked when I first told you to, you wouldn't be dying. You bastard, you can't just leave me alone!" Romano whimpered, yelling and punching the ground in his anger.

"Hey, Roma, don't be sad. Be happy, always be happy. Before I go, please Romano, smile once more, just once more for me…" Spain whispered, his life giving out. Just as he told him, Romano smiled. Along with that smile, came many tears. Spain closed his eyes and drifted off into a forever, dreamless sleep. Romano kissed Spain on the forehead before getting up and heading back to find the others. He turned back to look at Spain and said, "I'll always love you, you bastard."

Chapter 4 done~

Verdammt noch mal! Ich will SpaB haben!= Damn it! I want to have fun too!

Chapter 5 tomorrow~ Review please!