So! My friends and I are going to Akon. Most of us are going as Hetalia characters. I'm going as America. Then we have an England, Spain, and Romano. I had our Romano (who is a boy) read my fan fiction with our Spain (who is also a boy) sitting right next to him (They're not gay). It was interesting. Our England who is Sarahmonsoon12 also reads this story and demanded a lemon. I was originally going to have one in this chapter but there were too many pages I had to cut it in half. Sorry. But there will be one next chapter! Yay!

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"Te amo Romano…" Spain whispered. "I always have and always will… Stop blaming yourself for something that wasn't your fault… there's nothing wrong with you. Nothing. You're perfect me amor…"

'Perfect… he thinks I'm fucking perfect…' Romano felt more tears come to his eyes.

"You bastard…" Romano cried. "Ti amo… Antonio…"

Romano hid his face in the crook between Spain's neck and shoulder. Spain held onto Romano while he cried. But for the first time in a long time, Romano wasn't crying out of sadness, pain, or anger. For the first time, someone chose him. Someone loved him for him.

And that was what he needed all along.

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Spain woke up at 7 AM and got in the shower to begin his day while Romano slept. Or at least Spain thought he was asleep, but as soon as Romano lost the warmth of Antonio's body he woke up. It had been a month since they left Feliciano's and Spain was getting ready and would soon wake Romano up to do the same. They would then fly to Germany for the World Meeting. Spain had now decided what to do with Romano. He would leave Romano with Prussia. He knew the Southern Italian hated the albino with a passion, but he was Spain's only option right now. Spain stepped out and grabbed a towel to dry off. He hoped today wouldn't end in disaster. Everything was finally working out… wasn't it? Romano actually laughed the other day. Which lead Spain to start thinking that maybe… this might change Romano for the better… but it was a sick thought. And the more Spain thought about it the more he realized that he didn't want Romano to change. He loved Romano the way he was, what if this caused him to act like a completely different person all his life? He wanted Romano to be happy so what was the problem? He was just laughing. Was Spain over thinking this?

He really needed something to distract him from thinking.

He walked out of the bathroom to see Romano already awake sitting on the edge of the bed facing away from him. The Italian was pretty upset when he found out he would be staying with Gilbert while Spain was in the meeting. Antonio knew this probably wasn't a good idea especially considering Prussia still didn't know what happened to Romano, but there was no way he was leaving the boy alone!

"Romano, you should start getting ready." Spain said. "The taxi will be here soon."

The boy turned and glared at the Spaniard but got up anyways. "Whatever." he said walking past Spain into the bathroom.

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They arrived in Germany about 3 hours later. After checking into their hotel and unpacking they collapsed onto the bed. A nap sounded great at that point from the jet lag but only having about half an hour before Spain would have to take Romano to Prussia's made it impossible. Spain looked over at Romano who was facing away from him, looking like he had already fallen asleep. Spain reached out and pulled the Italian to him making the younger gasp. The Spaniard wrapped his arm around the boy's waist and nuzzled his nose into his hair. He felt Romano relax. He breathed in through the nose taking in the boys intoxicating smell. He smelt like a spice that Spain couldn't quite put his finger on. Whatever it was it smelt amazing, Spain could stay like this forever. He held Romano tighter to him.

"Te amo, Romano." he mumbled in the boys hair.

"I-I know… bastard." Romano whispered, face going red. Spain smiled, he was lucky he even got Romano to say it to him at least once. Romano turned around to face the Spaniard, wrapping his arms around his neck. Spain felt himself be pulled down to the Italian's lips. Next thing he knew Romano was lying on top of him, their lips pressed together. Romano shoved his tongue into Spain's mouth swiping it against his own tongue. Everything began to heat up, this was dangerous. Spain pulled back facing his head to the side.

"W-We should probably get going, shouldn't leave Prussia waiting!" Romano stopped and looked at him confused. Spain knew his action had hurt him. He rejected Romano again. But it's not like they could do anything in half an hour. Well… maybe they could, but Spain would like to be able to take his time on Romano. The Southern Italian slid off of Spain and sat on the edge of the bed. Spain wanted to do something but he didn't know what. So he just got up to get his shoes back on, and grabbed his wallet and phone.

It was a silent ride to Prussia's. An awkward, tense silence. The air could be cut with a knife. Romano stared down at his lap the whole time, while Spain tried to pay attention to the road. Usually Spain would be talking and joking with the boy while Romano would comment saying things that usually involved words like "bastard" or "damn" or even a combination of the two. Spain was more than ready to get out of the car when they pulled into Germany's driveway. The dogs in the backyard quickly alerted anyone within a 200 yard distance that there was people at the house. Prussia stepped out and waved wildly at them with his trademark grin upon his face. Spain stepped out and waved back grinning as well, he was about to help Romano out of the car when he heard the door slam and saw the Italian walk up next to him with a scowl on his face. He tried smiling at the boy, but the smile was not returned. But as they started walking Romano took his hand and stayed close.

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The World Meeting would start in a couple of minutes and France was still a no show. Germany and North Italy stayed close to Spain to make sure there would be no problems when France did finally make an appearance. But now everyone was beginning to take their seats.

'Maybe France isn't going to show…' Spain thought to himself as he turned off his phone. But that's impossible unless the country of France ceased to exist. World Meetings were mandatory, each country had to have at least one representative. Spain looked around the room just to make sure he didn't miss the Frenchman, though he'd be quite hard to miss. He eyes locked with blue ones, but not France's. America. How long had America been staring at him? Spain stared back. The American's usually care free glow in his eyes was replaced with a serious dullness to them. America finally broke away from the gaze when England walked up to him and began talking. Spain felt himself relax until he saw America mutter something to the Englishman, which caused England to glance his way.

'What the hell?' Spain thought to himself. He heard the door to the meeting room close.

"Ah, sorry I'm late mon amis, I seem to have over slept." Spain cringed. France was here. He took his seat right across from Spain. Antonio also couldn't help but notice that America chose to sat in the middle of England and France, that was new. Oh well. If he got distracted he'd lose all self control he was trying to keep and leap across the table to strangle the Frenchman. He wasn't listening to a word Germany was saying. But then again half of the people there weren't either. He just chose to stare at France, well, not chose, honestly he didn't want to look at him. He could feel anger and disgust bubbling up inside him but he could not for the life of him look away. France had been paying attention to Germany or at least faking it, but then turned to look at Spain. They locked eyes like Spain had with America earlier. Spain glared at him, France's eyes were void of all emotion. France attempted to smile, but that only earned him a scowl from the Spaniard in return.

'Control yourself, at least wait till break time…' Spain thought to himself.

Time seemed to drag on. Spain was at his limit when Switzerland finished speaking and Germany stood up.

"At this time we shall take a lunch break, be back in an hour." The countries began standing up and stretching, a few woke up from sleeping during the speeches. Spain stood up and began walking towards the Frenchman. France seemed to be waiting for him.

"Spain." France said in a way of greeting. And it was in that moment Spain realized he hadn't thought of anything to say to Francis.

"W-Why are you here France?" France turned to face him and lightly smiled.

"I am a country oui? Therefore I have to go to the meetings." And France had the gull to laugh.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Spain asked. France looked confused.

"Tell you what? That I'm a country?"

"No! That you were lusting after my Roma!" Spain said balling his hands into fists. France got a slightly hurt expression on his face.

"Spain… I am very sorry about that. I was drunk and you know how I get when I drink…" he said.

"That's no excuse! Do you have any idea what you've done to him? !" Spain yelled.

"I get it, but sadly he is not the first person I've come on to. But I can't help it. Don't tell me you've never thought about touching the boy." France smiled.

The smack of flesh against flesh could be heard from the room.

France fell to the ground a bruise on his face. He could taste blood in his mouth.

"Mierda polla!" Spain yelled. He jumped on France about to land another blow when two pairs of hands grabbed him and pulled him back.

"Let me go!" he screamed.

"Dude, calm down! Breath!" Spain heard on his right. He eventually stopped fighting and took a breath to calm himself while France ran off. Spain turned around to see America and Germany.

"Why did you stop me? !" Spain yelled.

"Not during a meeting dude. Another time maybe." America said. Germany glowered at both of them.

"Spain, I think it'd be best for you to go check on Romano." Germany said.

"But I'll be late for the meeting." Spain tried to reason.

"That's okay, just come back tomorrow. Take the rest of today off."

"O-Okay…" Spain muttered. He'd better tell Prussia. He pulled out his phone and waited for it to turn on. He felt it vibrate in his hand and he looked down.

12 Missed Calls

What? He looked to see who had called him. Fear rising in the pit of his stomach. All from Prussia. Shit. Spain clicked on the call back. It only took 1 ring for him to answer.

"Hello?" Spain asked.

"Get over here NOW." was all the Prussian said.

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Drama! R&R please!

Lemon in Chapter 8 I promise!