Yeah, update! Sorry it wasn't as quick as the other one but it didn't take too much time right? I am drawing the story to a close with the last couple of chapters! I hope you like this chapter!
disclaimer: I don't own Spain, Romano, Hetalia, or Austria's eagle. It kinda sucks.
Spain hadn't cried so much in such a long time. He had cried when Romano had to leave because he was too expensive to take care of. That was actually the last time he had cried for the whole night. Of course he had cried more then, but today was the first time in a few centuries he had an emotional break down. Now and also when Romano asked him to be his boyfriend, but that was a different emotion.
Romano.
"Where he? Lo juro, if he locked himself in the closet again..." The Spaniard had just noticed for the first time that his boyfriend wasn't snoring in the covers next to him. In fact, Spain saw when he looked around the room, Romano wasn't in their bedroom at all. Not even in the closet.
He he shot out of bed, worried that he might have ruined everything. By running in his room to cry, over another man on their anniversary, Romano could have interrupted Spain's emotions completely wrong. With out even bothering to put clothes on, the Spanish man jumped out of bed and through the door open.
"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH! GOD DAMNIT YOUR STUPID BASTARD! YOUR COULD HAVE CRACKED MY HEAD OPEN! WHAT THE FUCKING HELL ARE YOU DOING, THROWING THE DOORS OPEN SO FUCKING FAST LIKE YOU ARE LOOKING FOR SOMETHING?!" Romano, as Spain found out, was still sleeping in the hall, on the floor, in front of the door to their bedroom. He had unfortunately hit his sleeping boyfriend on the head, very hard.
"Oh Romano, Lo siento mucho! I didn't know you were there! But I am glad you are here at least." Romano stare incredulously at Spain, who was waving his hands around to emphasize his apology.
"Yeah, whatever bastard. AND WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN "AT LEAST I AM STILL HERE? I AM STILL FUCKING GLAD YOUR HERE! I THOUGHT YOU WERE GOING TO DROWN YOUR SUCH A BIG FUCKING BABY! I FUCKING LOVE YOU AND WAS WORRIED LIKE FUCKING SHIT!" Spain smiled and wrapped his arms around the Italian.
"Oh that was so nice!" Spain cheered. He was going to continue when he felt a warm substance on his chin, which was resting on Romano's nest of down hair. Looking up into a mirror that was in his room, Spain saw his chin was painted with blood.
"Fuck." Spain muttered, he had cracked Romano's head open. Romano looked up at Spain and saw his blood on the Spaniard's chin, and went into a little temper tantrum, swearing horribly under his breathe the entire time. Spain was giving his best to calm him down.
"Oh Amor, it is ok! Just a little blood, you will be fine, right?" Romano had stopped pacing and was now tottering around in circles. Then he fell to the floor in a dizzy haze.
"Hey bastard? I am not feeling very good right now." Romano said to Spain, sounding like he was very nauseous. Then, he threw up, all over Spain.
"Well it was a really good thing I wasn't wearing any clothes!" Spain said cheerily. They both were in the bath now, after Spain had bandaged Romano's head up very tight. He felt like there was nothing better than a nice warm bath to make anything better. His Italian had fallen asleep anyway, much to Spain's relief. If Romano could still nap and eat pasta, he would live, thank God.
Relaxing in the tub, with su pequeña Romano, it was completely blissful. All of a sudden, a carrier eagle swooped in from the open window, dropped a letter beside the bath tub and flew off again. A moment of panic flooded Spain's head. What if France had died, What about Italy? He had barely handled the death of his friend, there was no way he could handle Italy's death.
Romano mumbled something about a bastard which made Spain smile. There wasn't anyway North Italy could die and South Italy survive. It was impossible, meaning that he did die. if Spain had really been thinking, he would have noticed the fact that the carrier eagle was Austria's, meaning that France hadn't died either.
Spain ripped open the evelope and hie eyes were greeted with the pretty letters of Hungary. It was simply an invitation to a party. He would make a point of going, just to make it up to Romano.
The Italian wasn't too thrilled to be going to a party hosted by Hungary but Spain insisted on it.
"Come on, Romano, it will be fun! I promise! It is tomorrow so we still have time to spend with each other anyway! Please?" Romano sunk deeper into the tub.
"Yeah whatever you bastard. Now you where saying we could still do stuff together, what did you have in mind?" Spain shrugged and they stayed in the bath, basically just relaxing in each other's presence.
After awhile, Romano complained if the water not being warm anymore, so they both grabbed towels and got out of the bath. After getting dressed, Spain asked Romano what he wanted to do. They had spent most of the day yesterday planting the new tomatoes, so now they could really enjoy time together, if they ever figured out what to do.
"Romano, what do,you want to do? We could do basically anything, just say the word!"
"I don't know what I want to do Spain, I am pretty tired though, why don't you get into bed with me?" Romano asked, knowing that Spain would happily oblige. The Spanish man grinned and nodded his head.
Spain had to admit, even though he hadn't slept on the floor of the hall, his own worries had kept him up well past a reasonable hour. He had dark eyes, but Romano's were noticeably darker. He slipped out of his pants and turned to Romano, who had done the same, but was also missing a shirt.
"Come on bastard, get over here, and leave you shirt over there." the Italian sat on the bed, his body on display from the Spaniard to drool over.
"Sí!"
Spain downed his shirt and walked calmly over to the bed. Maybe they would end up doing something after all.