Hello hope you guys like this chapter.

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Spain stepped out of the sitting room, his smile replaced with a frown. His anger returning he headed for the bedroom that had his friends and the man. Entering the room Spain saw Prussia standing in front of the man talking to him his back was to Spain, France was sitting on the bed looking ticked off. France noticed the Spaniard's entrance and stood up and went to him.

"What did you get out of him?" Spain asked calmly when his friend came up to him.

France looked at Spain puzzled "nothing so far were trying not to shock him to much as of now you pinning him to the wall didn't do him good."

"What did you expect me to do he hurt Romano." Spain answered sharply.

Noticing his friend getting more mad he tried too calm him. " I know but if we threaten him he might not tell us what he was doing due to not being sound of mind."

"I don't care, I will find out what is going on."

"Maybe you should calm down you did just wake up from a coma."

Spain ignored France and turned away, glaring momentarily at the man Spain crouched down and started to look around the floor. Noticing Spain's actions his friends glanced at each other confused, they watched as Spain stood up and went away from them. Bending down he picked something up he went to his friends and showed them what he found.

"This might help us figure out what's going on."

France and Prussia looked at the object in Spain's hand, the doctor paled when France pulled the object from Spain's hand and he saw what it was.

"A syringe? Why is this here." Prussia asked.

"I don't know but I have a feeling that this man might know isn't that right Doctor." Spain said cooly but it held a slight edge.

"I...I was following the proper guidelines, if a patient doesn't show recovery they..."

"They what?" Spain growled. "They are killed while let me guess judging at the time and that every one didn't know you were here, I'd say you and took it upon yourself to decide my fait. I'm I correct."

The man didn't answer he only stared at the floor, not looking at the Spaniard, with his hand Spain brought the man's head up forcing him to look at the Spaniard.

"While you going to answer me?"

"Yes, but only because it's a mercy killing."

"Do's it look like I need to be killed?"

"No, but you weren't responding. I can't figure out how you woke up."

"There are things you're not meant to understand, but I will make sure you are punished for harming Mi Romano."

"But I..."

The man was cut off when Spain swiftly punched him in the jaw, not breaking it but bruising it. France and Prussia moved not knowing how far Spain will go, Prussia went between Spain and the man and France checked the man's jaw. Spain ignored them satisfied with the hit, stepping back he left the room. He went down the hall and entered the sitting room, Bella was sitting in a chair while Romano was scowling still sitting on the couch. The two looked up when Spain walked, Romano quickly left the coach and tackled Spain's leg, causing the Spaniard to step back from the force.

"Romano" Spain smiled at the smaller nation who was clinging to him.

"Bastard, when are we going home?"

bending he gently made the Italian to let go of his leg so he could be at eye level of the boy.

"Soon Lovi, we will stay here for a few more days then go back home."

"Your not going to leave as soon as we get there."

"No, I'm not going anywhere I'm going to stay home with my Roma for now on."

"You promise Bastard."

"Si, its time that I stay home for a change."


Sorry about the slow updates, I typed this chapter instead of writing it by pencil first so I didn't get a chance to work on it much. I have a feeling that there will be one more chapter, but it will be more of a epilogue. It will be jumping a few years but oh well.