SPAMANO! SPAMANO FILLER! AND COCKBLOCK TOO!
Spain chuckled lightly, glancing down to see the sad Italian pressed into his side, effectively trapping his arm to his side. After a bit of coaxing, he got his arm out, and around the waist of the resentful Italian. Romano puffed his cheeks up, pushing away the arm, but not moving from the spot. Instead, he only snuggled closer to the Spaniard. Spain smiled softly, putting his arm back around the huffy Italian.
"Lovi, why are you so upset?" the Spaniard asked, pulling Romano into his lap, and turning him to face the Spaniard. The Italian only huffed, turning away from the older man.
"Nothing bastard… I'm just… something is wrong with Veneziano, I can tell; I- I can't sense him anymore" the Italian mumbled, a downhearted look overcoming his features. The Spaniard frowned sadly, hugging Romano softly. The Italian growled angrily at the loving hold, but didn't push it away. Instead, he leaned into the hug, sighing sadly. The Spaniard smiled sadly, pressing a small kiss to the Italian's cheek, rubbing his back lightly. A small smile graced Romano's lips, as he gazed down at the face of the Spaniard. A soft, loving kiss was planted to the shocked Spaniard's lips, before he returned with an equally reassuring kiss. This gentle, loving exchange of pressure continued for a small while, until a join of voices broke the silence, startling the two southern nations. The Italian had thrown himself from the Spaniard, turning around and pressing himself to the wall, ready to fight the loud newcomers.
"Romano! Spain!" the two voices called, as the German brothers rounded the corner, and finding the two warmer countries sitting next to each other, pressed gently into the corner of the room.
"Stupid Potato Bastards! Don't scare me like that!" Romano cried, pressing a hand to his heart. The Prussian laughed loudly, placing his hands on his hips as he neared the two lost nations.
"kesesesese~ Antonio! Lovino! Nice to see you!" Prussia laughed, Germany then nearing the three, taking the concentration from his loud older brother.
"We have a portal back to our time loop, hurry; England can't keep it open forever. And then all four of us will be stuck here" the younger German said, turning on his heel and leaving the three others to follow. Romano countered with a few colorful curse words, but followed the Germanic brothers to the portal; slowing down to link hands with the Spaniard; unbeknownst to the two saviors as they neared the ring of light, and stepped in; taking them back to their correct time loop.