I really hope I didn't reveal too much in this chapter, but I hope that you guys still enjoy it~
Japan couldn't help but to stifle a giggle at the sight of Romano blushing so profusely whenever the man looking so much like Spain messaged his hands, showing so much tenderness and love to the nation that it would've thrown the real Spain into a jealous rage…not to mention the nervous stain of red that lingered on the alternate's cheeks made the scene just so heart-warming and adorable. He'd always secretly known Romano could show affection to those he cared for, that and how easy it was for him to transfer his emotions and feelings of one to another person…like his hatred of Holy Rome to Germany, just from their likeness…and Japan had no doubt in his mind that this was what happened to form this relationship between him and the Spain look-alike. He frowned. How long would that kind of relationship be able to last…and it couldn't be very healthy for the two, but…seeing how happy Romano was in the care of the curly haired man, Japan wondered if he should inform Italy of the new obstacle that has arisen…Did Italy even know about the alternate Spain? He never mentioned anything to Japan about it….nor England, but those two wouldn't keep anything hidden from him…But…Japan decided that it would probably be better for the two to find out on their own since right now they had other problems to deal with.
Like the mafia uprisings in the south; With Romano gone, the mob had went berserk, causing an endless string of riots that surely drove the pain sensors in South Italy's hands insane, not to mention Feliciano was also acting very strangely since the day Romano had disappeared…Everyone noticed it, even the man it had become a taboo to mention noticed during slight pause in his rage, actually approaching the younger nation during one of the meetings and asking if he was okay. Italy…he was more prone to violent outbursts whenever his brother was mentioned in an ill manner, yet he refrained from effectively answering any questions pertaining to his government…Japan often thought about it…perhaps it was because the normally whimsical nation didn't really know much about how his government was operated, since Romano always took care of that for him, while he only had to work with the foreign relationships and policies…but it never explained how now..Italy seemed to always be thinking about something, yet everyone, including Japan merely brushed it off as what he would prepare his brother once he came back, since that would be typical behavior of the half nation. Then again, he may have been thinking of a solution to the whole Spanish States problem…with the leading humans threatening for war if they even spot Romano near… well…him, claiming that he corrupted their country and that if Romano never existed, Old Spain would still be whole and not shattered with one region reigning over the others; Nueva España, as he called himself...although, some referred to him simply as Spain, due to...certain circumstances.
"Such drama over such a small thing…" Japan sighed, switching his attention from the blushing Romano to his computer, checking the time in the corner of the screen. It had been three hours since England last messaged him, and only one since Romano's body reanimated itself…another sigh left the man's as he flipped through websites, only half watching the Spain clone gently kneed away the knots in the Italian's hands, yet, like the trained otaku he was, the moment that doppelganger neared Romano, his eyes were fixed upon the scene. They…were kissing…and it's wasn't just a small peck on the mouth either…no, this was much more, like how Germany and Italy would kiss when they thought no one was looking… oh how irate Romano would've been if he knew he was being watched at that very moment…and how furious the old Spain would've been if he found out the southern Italian was kissing another man, looking like him or not. And Nueva España…Japan didn't want to think of what would happen if he walked in on this…
"Fratello!" A voice echoed from the floor above, quickly followed by the heavy shuffling of feet and curses from a deeper, accented voice…something about watching the vases and don't open the door too quickly. Another bang, and thuds descended down the stairs, quickly accented by frantic breaths and incomprehensible, jumbled Italian and English, all of which were sputtering from Italy's slack jaw. "Fratello…Fratello…" he chanted, speeding over to the image of his brother…who no longer was with the Spain double, and was with Finland's clone instead…making some sort of chain. "Fratello…you're alive…" Italy wheezed, dropping down to his hands and knees once he reached the illuminated floating picture, his chocolate eyes overflowing with tears. "Fratello…oh, fratello."
England finally made his way down the rickety stairs, grumbling and fixing the cuffs on his shirt as he did so. "Bloody hell, Italy…At least let me open the door next time before you knock it off the hinges." He sighed, running a hand through messy straw blond hair. Italy murmured an apology, but his eyes remained fixated on his brother while his hands wrapped themselves around the hem of his jacket, his teeth harshly gnawing at his lower lip…was he…nervous? Well, Japan didn't blame him… "Now Japan, what's this nonsense about physical appearances changing you messaged me with earlier?"
"Look." He replied, using the tip of his finger to point towards the dark haired Italian fashioning a chain. "Romano's hair is darker, he's taller, and he-"
"NO!" Italy screamed, dragging himself to his feet as he glared at Japan with dark eyes. This startled the older man; never had he had such…wildness and fury seething behind the chocolate walls he constantly constructed. "Romano hasn't changed. He's still exactly the same!" He snarled at the two men, daring them to go against his words. "Fratello hasn't changed…he's the same…" England sighed, covering his face with his hand…so he caught it too, Japan assumed; the guilt that raged behind those lashes despite the fury boiling away the tears.
"Italy…do you know anything about Romano's changes?" Japan gently questioned, prepared for a violent outburst that was very likely to come to be.
"He's not changing, you bastard."
Such fierce words…coming from such a usually sweet man, thoroughly surprising the two other nations as he stormed out of the room. "Italy…" England muttered under his breath, not sure if he wanted to chase after the man to make sure he didn't tear up his home.
"He's…changed since Romano left…"
"…Should I try to get him now? Romano..I mean..."
Japan turned to England, confused by the man's question. "Why do you say that?"
"Because…the way it's destroying Italy… and all of the riots in the south. Only that brat could stop it. I could try to get him now…though.." he paused, chewing on the inside of his cheek. "Though if I go now…I would risk killing the Arthur from that universe."
"I don't understand…"
England sighed, shifting his eyes towards Japan. "I need a good connection to the universe, or I will instantly kill my alternate self the moment I step foot in that world and I may not even make it back to this world alive…or I could kill Romano trying to bring him back."
"What if you wait until you do get a good tie?"
"It won't kill him at first…and I'll be able to get back unscathed, but….but if I'm there for over a few weeks…the alternate will die a slow and painful death…"
Shock overcame Japan's features, snapping his head back to the image of Romano. "So the alternate Romano…"
"He has only a week or two left to live…at best."
"Looooooooviiiiiiiiiiiiiiii~ You need to get better faster~" a whine purred at Romano's waist, earning a glare at the man lazily clutching to a plush pillow while sprawled out over the bed…effectively taking up more space than the Italian was, who was attempting to finish a book Arthur brought him a few days earlier. Romano rolled his eyes, snapping his book shut against his knees as his back was propped up on the headboard. He snarled at Antonio.
"And why the hell is that?" he rasped, pain still clinching at his throat from the oh just fan-fucking-tastic experience of having parts of his neck ripped out before miraculously growing back as if nothing happened at all. Antonio squirmed under his glare, raising his luscious emerald eyes to look up at the growling man.
"Because~" he whined once more, pouting and burying his chin into the pillow. "I want you to go to the festival this weekend."
"Festival?" Romano snorted, unimpressed by the idea of some silly little kid's event. "Why the fuck would I want to go to something stupid like that?"
Antonio sighed, wrapping his arms around Romano's waist and nuzzling his face into the junction between his waist and lower ribs. "It's not stupid. It's a tradition to go to the Festival of the New Dawn to celebrate the new year. That and this year is special...so I want you to go..." So pitiful that voice of his sounded to Romano, tearing at something in his stomach in a pleasant way and causing a slight tingle in his scalp.
"What makes it so damn special?"
Antonio chuckled, washing his hot breath over the thin cloth of Romano's shirt before sliding his cheek up the Italian's arm to rest it on his shoulder, and placed a small kiss on the lobe of his ear. "I can't properly explain, my love...but~" he whispered into the smaller male's ear, earning a shudder as he drew him closer, "I can assure you, that you will love it. So you need to get better~"
A faint rosy red slithered onto Romano's cheeks, and he turned his head to attempt to hide how Antonio's affectionate behaviour flushed him so. "Fine...whatever, but I can't just magically heal you know." Another smooch to the neck, and Romano attempted to slide himself from Antonio's grasp, only to fail, huff and slouch even deeper into the bed. Sighing with a sweet smile across his lips, Antonio shifted his entire body, gently prying apart Romano's legs and positioning himself between them. "What the hell do you think you're doing, jerkwad?" He growled, using his book to softly smack the curly haired idiot on the side of his head, though he still lacked the energy to do anything too harsh.
"I'm going to love you until you get better, my precious Lovi." Antonio hummed, splaying his fingers across the curve of Romano's hips and using them as an anchor to pull the blushing man into his lap. He didn't protest...since he was void of any energy, after all. Instead, he sneered at Antonio; a silent warning for him to back off, but, as usual, the stupid bastard giggled at Romano's fierceness, wrapping his arms around the much smaller frame and pulling him closer, so his lips could touch flushed cheeks with ease and the cross around his neck could brush against the sun kissed skin exposed by Romano's shirt collar.
"Idiota." He groaned, tenderly pushing Antonio's face away from his own. "You can't use fucking hugs and kisses to cure muscle weakness, you dumb shit." Yet again, another whine escaped the bastard's throat and those perverted little hands of his began to travel down Romano's back, stopping once they reached the base of his spine to gently prod at each arc of the column of bones.
"But Lovi~" he purred, wiggling his hips under Romano as he did so, only to force the Italian into a violent sputter, initiating a harsh shade of red over his cheeks, and an attempt to shove him away... While the bastard did tumble back, his hold on Romano failed to falter and as such, the smaller male fell on top of him, straddling him once he jerked back up while spewing more curses and insults. Antonio...he merely sighed and gazed back up at Romano, unknowingly ensnaring the man's mind with those sparkling emeralds set into his sockets, tossing unbreakable chains around his fluttering heart just by blinking and exhaling through the sugary grin that parted his lips. "You're so beautiful, my love."
Romano rolled his eyes. "I'm not beautiful, you asshole." He growled, shifting his legs so they weren't uncomfortably cramped under his weight. That simple movement, much to Romano's amusement, earned a violent pink to wash over Antonio's tanned face, and his hands skittered down to his thighs, attempting to gently ask the tiny frame to just stop moving. Romano purred out a chuckle, lowering his face a few inches as he walked two fingers up that chest rippling with muscles under a thin cloth. "Do you not like that, bastard?" He grinned; pleased with the way Antonio's mouth opened yet could only produce a croak instead of proper words. Spain never would've gotten this way...so flustered under the touch of Romano's slender digits, and the mere thought of having such a larger and stronger man writhe at a slight touch gave him more pleasure than anything else. Call it or his Italian blood or something primal awakening inside of him...either way, just thinking of it excited him more than that potato bastard dying a horrible death.
"Oh my~" a voice cooed at the door to their right. "Don't tell me Antoine is allowing someone to entice him~" God dammit... Francis and the potato brothers stood at the door...well, more leaned against it on the bearded bastard's part, but they were still there...grinning like the fucking sex obsessed bastards that they were, while Gilbert covered little Ludwig's innocent eyes.
Romano growled, using what strength he had to push himself back to a sitting position on the bed, and between Antonio's knees. "What the fuck do you want?"
"Ah~ Don't tell me you didn't miss my awesomeness and the epicness of my lil' bro!" Gilbert grinned, allowing his hand to cradle Ludwig's much tinier one, that is, the one that wasn't holding a bag filled with what looked like towels. Romano sneered at the albino, folding his arms over each other as Antonio propped himself up with his elbows and lazily rolled his head back so he could stare at his stupid friends.
"What are you guys doing here so early?" he questioned, making Romano think the same thing. It had to be at least nine in the fucking morning, and those bastards never woke up earlier than noon; he had the chance to notice that when they crashed in Arthur's living room one night...and that idiot better have known that Romano did indeed notice when he shifted his knees so they were touching his thighs, but he refrained from chewing the idiot out...he was far too busy glaring daggers at that sniggering albino bastard. That dumb fuck...just standing there with that stupid grin plastered on his egotistical mug...god, it made Romano want to punch the fucker...
Well, at least he wasn't as annoying as Prussia, after all, he didn't constantly whine and bitch about how he wasn't considered a nation or some dumb shit like that. "Because." That jarring voice scratched out, taking a brief moment to softly glance down at his brother. "Today is the first day of the new year, and we must keep our awesome tradition!"
Antonio's brows knotted up, and his fingers clutched at the sheets below him. "But what about Lovi? We can't just abandon him..." he whined, allowing his hands to trail over his own thighs before resting atop Romano's toes, making them twitch under his finger's soft grazes and the gentle way this thumbs swirled on the pads of his largest toes. Francis purred one of his lecherous laughs, adjusting one of the bags on his shoulder, which clinked with the slightest movement.
"Non, non, mon ami. Little Lovino is coming with us. Besides, the baths will soothe his muscles and allow him to get healthier...maybe even before the festival~" Oh, how Antonio perked up at that, like some child with the promise of candy. Francis' devilish grin only grew larger. "And, I've managed to get us private rooms this year, since Arthur fell ill yesterday, meaning we won't have to go to the public sections." What a shame...from what Antonio told Romano, apparently the man collapsed shortly after complaining about strong chest pains...so Berwald traveled over to his home to check up on him that morning, taking Tino with him since they trusted Antonio with the Italian. Arthur was okay for the moment, but something about it made Romano's skin crawl and he couldn't name what it was at all.
The grin that stretched itself across Antonio's lips sent a fluttering jolt through Romano's heart; so happy the man looked, even more so when he actually fixed those emeralds upon his face and leaned forward, cupping his hands around the slender neck that burned every single time his fingers brushed over his hairline. Romano frowned, trying to tear his eyes away from Antonio's. "What the fuck are you so happy about, bastard?"
He chuckled, nearing Romano. "We have private rooms this year." A purr escaped his throat, accented by the chase kiss he placed upon Romano's cheek. "That means you can relax all you want to in the baths, and not be bothered by anyone~"
"I'll be bothered if you're there, fucker."
"Ah~ my precious Lovi~" Another frown distorted Romano's lips...well, a stronger scowl than usual to be exact, but either way, it caught the attention of that bastard constantly radiating fucking sunshine and rainbows, and a pout washed over that beautiful face he owned. Why...why was it one minute that bumbling bastard would be so flustered and embarrassed from a simple touch from Romano, yet...the moment he stopped and focused his attention on something else, Antonio would be all over him once again with more energy and thought than he used on his daily work routines... And it was getting worse day after day, both the intense amount of affection that poured from his body, and how flustered he became when Romano attempted to return some, in order to show that...well, it wasn't as hated as he often showed it to be. Did he not like Romano touching him? ...Was he that repulsive when trying to show how he really felt? "Lovi...Lovino, what's wrong?" Antonio questioned once Romano's eyes fell and darkened, brushing the chocolate strands of hair out of his face so he could get a better look at the soft skin below them. He sighed, allowing his lids to slide shut over the murky amber embedded into his skull. Damn that bastard... he...he just wouldn't understand. "Lovino, please." He cooed out, pressing a light kiss to Romano's forehead and drawing his body closer to his own. "Tell me what's wrong, so I can make you feel better."
At least those idiot friends of his understood to get out and leave the two to themselves once Antonio became overly concerned of the Italian in his arms, smothering him with hugs and placing kisses all over his face...that is, everywhere except for his lips. "I'm fine." He murmured, turning his head to attempt to get the bastard to stop, but it couldn't ever just be that easy. Antonio frowned, using his hand to force Romano to look him in the eyes, although, just to be the stubborn bastard he was, Romano kept his eyes averted from the face so close to his own.
"No you're not. Something is bothering you."
No...no. Nothing was bothering him. He was perfectly fine with everything. "I'm fine." A growl escaped this time, yet Antonio still refused to accept that as an answer.
"Lovino. Look at me." Such power and command that accented his words...oh how it sent chills down Romano's spine, settling into a warm pool at the base of his spine, and that feeling alone forced his eyes to flutter up to the intense emeralds gently staring down at him. His heart clinched as something soft yet firm was pressed against his lips, gently shifting every second or so before pulling away, leaving Romano wanting more, no matter how much his heart was calling him a traitor to the one man he had loved his entire life. He...he wanted this; the affection, the love, the adulation...everything...he wanted to be happy for once in his fucking life, and to be admired without the nagging feeling that he was only talked to because someone wanted to be with his brother instead...but...he just couldn't with Antonio...with him bearing such an uncanny appearance to Spain...and it hurt...every moment he was around the bastard. He felt like a traitor...a horrible person for trying to forget his original love, only to replace him with someone who literally was an exact copy. He just couldn't do it...
"Just go with your stupid little friends." Romano mumbled, pushing the larger male away from him before turning to the side and laying down, curling himself into a ball. "I don't want to go..." Lies... he would've loved to relax in a bathhouse with Antonio, if only to be able to walk around the town with him, drinking all of the sights and sounds that it offered, silently enjoying the company that the other man offered and maybe to even go to that festival he mentioned earlier...but...would it be worth all of the pain?
"But Lovi..." Antonio whined, shifting so he was leaning over Romano's form, one arm pressed into the bedding on both sides of his body. "I want you to come with me..." He used the palm of his hand to gently turn Romano so he was on his back, facing up at the sun kissed man with a faltering glare set into his features. Another kiss was placed upon Romano's lips, this one longer than the other, but sweeter...filled with the love that the Italian constantly longed for and desired. "Is there anything I can do to change your mind?"
Romano sighed, knowing very well that the idiot would never give up, and would very well do anything to gain his approval...hell, he probably would even have sex with the Italian, right there and then if that was the only way to convince him to tag along with his friends. "Anything?" he questioned, feeling his heart flutter once Antonio's expression melted into the kindest and sweetest smile he had seen in his entire life.
"Yes, my love." He hummed, gently rubbing his nose against Romano's. "I will do anything." The Italian blushed at the small gesture, turning his head to the side, but Antonio only nudged it back so he was facing him again. He knew very well what he wanted...he had wanted it since the moment he was forced to reside in this stupid bed, not allowed to leave the small house, or even the room without someone with him.
He exhaled, chewing over his words so he wouldn't seem desperate for the one thing he wanted at the moment. Antonio just kept smiling, silently urging him on with those emerald eyes that never seemed to dull, and only brightened every time they stared at the Italian below him. "Take me home." Romano finally whispered, not at all pleased with how soft and broken his voice became as those words left his throat, yet, the way that Antonio nonchalantly chuckled and bushed his thumb to caress the skin along his cheekbone calmed him...making him not care how pitiful he sounded.
"It will be done..." Antonio hummed, placing a kiss on his nose. "Is there anything else you want, my love?"
Romano gazed at him, thinking it over. "Yes..." he hesitantly added, bringing up his arms to rest around Antonio's shoulders; the larger man sighed, slightly angling his face to the side, allowing his breath to wash upon Romano's lips.
"May I have the honour of figuring it out?"
"Do what you want, bastard."
Those alluring lips covered his own again, pressing with such passion and gentleness that Romano began to regret allowing the man to kiss him; it wasn't that he didn't enjoy it, no... oh god no. He absolutely loved the way Antonio sighed into every movement of his lips, sliding his hands behind Romano's back to draw him closer, gently dragging his blunt nails down his shoulder blades and spine, just to encourage the Italian to arch up into his body. Shifting his body, Antonio carefully placed his left knee between Romano's and lowered himself so he was flat against him, allowing his skin to drink in the comfortable warmth that he radiated. They parted for only a moment, staring into each other's eyes and prying past the walls they both constructed over the past month, finally seeing what they both truly desired. But Romano...he wasn't sure if he wanted what his mind and body yearned for his heart...that despicable organ that constantly fluttered when he was around the man pressed so tightly to him, it still ached for another man...yet, he failed to resist when the space between them closed once more, and a tongue gently brushed against his bottom lip. A small, but still very embarrassing moan escaped him when he allowed Antonio to deepen the kiss, tasting the small amount of apples they shared earlier that morning, mixed with a minute amount of black tea. Thankfully, it wasn't too strong and didn't repulse Romano too much. Their tongues lapped over each other, brushing against teeth and lips alike in an attempt to overpower each other, furthermore luring Antonio to become more aggressive in order to remain dominant.
He nipped at Romano's bottom lip, before gently sucking on it and laying a trail of kisses across his cheek as he traveled down to the flesh on his neck. Growling, Antonio dragged his tongue down the side of Romano's throat, drawing a moan from the smaller man as their hips brushed against each other. The feeling of that muscle...it seemed to be stronger than it had only five days before, and everything else he touched...he could feel it better, including the clumps of chocolate hair he had clutched in his hands as he gasped every time he felt a sharp nip on his neck...he could easily count every single strand of hair that brushed against his fingers, which actually unnerved him; never before was his sense of touch so strong... but that really didn't matter now, with that bastard hesitantly grinding his hips into the man's below him...and he knew it wouldn't be much longer until Antonio grew courageous enough for those delicious hips to rolling into his as if they belonged in that state; aching and roughly pressed together in a dance mankind had practiced since the beginning of their time on the planet.
A strange pain shot through Romano's heart once he thought of...his immortality. This wasn't...it couldn't ever happen with him being a country and not a human... This love...it was impossible...but he just couldn't bring himself to make Antonio stop over...over that. Carefully, he allowed his eyes to open, staring at the curly haired man kissing and lapping at his neck like it was the most delicious thing on the planet. Suddenly...Romano's was reminded of the dull ache in his hands and his calves, enforcing his regret of his actions...was he only leading Antonio on? Allowing him to think that Romano actually cared for him? Or was it...was it really...no...It couldn't be... he would never... Another gasped rushed past his lips when Antonio found a particularly sensitive spot below his ear, nipping at it before kissing it with so much care that it wiped away the pain that was there moments before. "Nghmm...An-Antoni-" Romano halted mid-moan, his eyes wide at the sight to his left.
A blond man stared down at him...acid green eyes and eyebrows what could act as a hiding place for many small creatures nestled below that mess of straw coloured hair, and...and an aura to him that Romano hadn't felt for many, many days... But it was impossible...how did he get here? England frowned, and shook his head, appearing to be...guilty about something that plagued his mind. Their eyes made contact for only moments before Romano blinked...
...and he was gone.
Antonio stopped his ministrations, turning his attention to the frozen Italian in his arms. "Lovi? What's wrong? You became tense all of a sudden..."
"It-it's nothing... just help me get ready for that stupid bath."
Italy stared at his own reflection in the grungy mirror he happened upon in an old public restroom. It was true, what they said about his appearance; he did seem healthier than he had when his brother left, skin glowing with the health and pride of Italy, and his hair lacked the gloominess it had only weeks before. And what England and Japan mentioned about Lovino... Veneziano noticed it was well...but he wasn't willing to accept it... They were both changing, in more ways than just one. Day after day, he noticed that he would become angrier over smaller and smaller things, much like Lovino always would...and that he didn't care for people as much as he previously did. He found complicated government ideas easier to follow, and things failed to frighten him as easily...
He sighed, allowing his eyes to lower to his now bare arms... Scars had formed along them over the past week or so, alarming his beloved Ludwig to the point where he had to tell him what was going on with his brother... at least that would be some more help when it came to be the time to fetch Lovino, and Italy knew that his brother wouldn't be able to wrestle his way out of the German's arms. It wouldn't be long now...until he represented all of Italy, from the look of his health and body...although it really wasn't what he wanted...no... Veneziano was never really Italy...never...Everyone called him that horrid name because they didn't want to face the absolute truth... His heart lay in Venice... but Rome was the heart of the true Italy... Lovino... he deserved to be called his true name, as much pain that he had suffered to keep Veneziano perfect in every way. He really was much more caring than everyone thought he was... But they refused to try to get past that wall Romano set between himself and the rest of the world...completely built out of pain and fear; the fear that he would be abandoned for someone better...someone like Veneziano...and it pained his precious little brother to know of the resentment he held for him despite all of the caring things he did to protect and love his brother.
"I'm sorry...fratello..." he croaked out, sinking to his knees in that filthy bathroom. He didn't want to do what he had to...but it was all to make his brother happier. After all, every single time he saw Lovino in that alternate world, he was alone... but he still didn't want to bring his brother back...he couldn't. Not with the way that the Spanish States were acting towards his brother...and with Nueva España leading many of the mafia's riots down in the south... it wouldn't be worth it to bring his brother back. Not with the pain that he would have to endure for the rest of his life...no...but...but they couldn't just tell him that they decided to not bring Lovino back either. That in itself would cause many, many innocent mortals to be slaughtered and perhaps even a war, leading the economy into a bigger hole than it was already in...
He had to find a way to make his brother stay in that world...even if it meant severing his ties to his own homeland, and losing him to that alternate world forever.
Even if he had to trick England into taking him to that universe...
Then so be it. If that was what it took.
I'm not sure if I want to write about the baths or just skip into the Festival... I'll have to think about it, since if I do the bath chapter, it will most likely just be fluff...and strangely, I don't want too much fluff in this story :/
Spanish States-
While they are called states, they are separate countries, with the strongest one that answers for all of them at the moment (until they can make successful governments and economies) Just think of the Baltic states. Grouped together, but they are still independent countries. They were created from the death of the original Spain, or Old Spain as people now call it, and the core of Old Spain (Madrid and the areas around the city) was made into New Spain, in honor of their original homeland. There are 7 countries in all that were made from Old Spain's reconstruction.
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