Sorry! I know I haven't been updating... I'm a very busy person. This is probably gonna be a super long story because I just finished Chapter 9 and its not going anywhere! Since this ones kinda short and ya'll have been waiting awhile, I'll post chapter 5 in a second. Anyways enough blabbering from me, lets get to the story!

DISCLAIMER: I Don't own Hetalia!

Chapter 4: Please Come Back

Spain's POV

"ROMANO? WHERE ARE YOU?!" I called out in the dark forest, my heart beating through my chest. I heard footsteps, so Romano had to be nearby!

Why would he run away? What could have made him want to leave me?

"LOVINO!" I called again, using his real name. Suddenly, I heard something take off in front of me, FAST. He probably didn't know I was behind him. I just have to catch up to that fast Italian! Great...

I was about to call again when I heard a loud slam and his blood curdling scream. My heart stopped. My blood ran cold. Here come the tears.

"Romano? Are you Ok? I just heard you scream! Where are you?" I shakily yelled.

I heard him crying, so he's alive but he must be hurt. This was my chance! He can't run away hurt, right?

Wrong.

Less than two seconds later I heard small feet run away from me again but not as fast as before.

I ran towards the direction I heard Romano scream. And I was frozen in horror.

I looked down below me, on the forest floor, there was a pool of blood.

I dropped to my knees and screamed. I couldn't believe my eyes.

"LOVINO!" I screamed. I couldn't breath, my heart stopped and I started crying. What happened to him? Is he dying of blood loss? Why is there so much blood if he's alive?

'Nations can't die.' I reminded myself.

But what if a wolf ate him? What if someone took him? What if he's in pain?

"D-Don't d-die ro-romano!" I sobbed, my head in my hands. This is all my fault!

Romano left his bag. Why would he leave his bag? He always takes it everywhere with him.

I got up and grabbed the item, surprised it wasn't very heavy for him, since always complaining about it being so heavy all the time.

I looked inside. Shockingly, it didn't have that journal that he was always writing in. Best case scenario, he just took the journal with him and left the bag?

All I found were

tomatoes and a few drawings. He drew just me in some, and him and I in others. I knew he was a good drawer, but these looked amazing. Almost as good as Italy's.

"Lovino? Why did you leave? Please come back." I pleaded. "I love you, Lovino!"