AN: Sorry for the Spain and Romano tease I promise I will have the entire "lost chapters" up as soon as this story is done. Also I want to thank you guys on helping me finish this chapter. I kinda lost my muse there, but now it's back and ready to go. I love all your ideas, but I can't pick all of them. Thanks again and now on with the story.
Spain woke up from an awful nightmare. Quickly Spain checked over Romano.
He's okay. It was just a dream, an evil dream.
Spain's nightmare was once again Romano being in pain. Turkey was victorious of the battle against both Italy's. All Antonio could do was watch his Lovi get beaten to a bloody mess. Germany was there to help Italy after the battle, but he wasn't there for Romano. Spain could remember the words from his dream. "Why didn't you help me fight? I thought you loved me!" Turkey took Romano away and he was never seen again.
No way in hell you're going to take my Lovi away from me!
The Spaniard kissed his Roma before he got dressed for the day to come. Going to the back of his closet, Spain pulled out his old wartime outfit. "Never thought I would see the day I wore this again, but it's for Lovi well-being." The Spaniard looked at Romano's sleeping form once more. "I'm so sorry Lovi that I won't be here when you wake up. I promise I'll make it up to you later."
With his last word, Spain left the sleeping country in sweet dreams. After making a pit stop in a work room, Spain went to Turkey's home. Spain quickly broke down Turkey's front door.
"Show yourself!"
"Now look at what you have done. That wasn't very nice." Turkey whispered behind Spain. On instinct, Spain pinned Turkey to the wall with his favorite weapon of choice, Turkey's blade inches away from Spain's neck. "You'll go down with me if you don't think."
"I don't plan on dying any time soon."
"Neither do I, but let's have a little fun shall we? Don't you remember you used to have fun seeing other's blood when you were younger?"
"What do you mean used to? I still think its fun when it's the blood of an enemy."
"Antonio, why don't we take this somewhere else. Rome sounds good to me."
"You're sick, you know that?"
"I do find being sweet and happy all the time sickening. Mostly when other's know how dark you can truly be. You don't want little Lovi to find out, do you?" Spain lowered his ax. "That's a good boy now. I'll meet you in Rome when the sunrises." Turkey left to his bedroom, "Sweet dreams, Antonio."
Spain smiled evilly, "See you in a two hours. I'll be looking forward to killing you in battle."
"As do I."
Romano woke up a few hours later with no warmth wrapped around his body. "He better be making me something to eat."
Trying his best not to hurt his poor back, Romano got out of bed. Romano started to get a very bad vibe as he got ready. "Hey, Antonio, I need some help!" No one answered. "Tomato Bastard, I need some help getting in my chair. After what you did to me last night that's the least you can do." Still Romano got no answer. "That fucker just left. Wait 'til he gets home, I'm going to kick his ass."
After struggling to get in to his wheelchair, Romano went to get something to eat. On the counter top, Spain left a bucket of tomatoes and a small note
Good morning, Lovi. Sorry that I'm not home. My boss wanted me to do some paper work. Then I have do earns after work today. I'll call you as soon as I'm done. I hope the tomatoes make up for me leaving you alone today. Your love, Antonio.
P.S. Please don't be mad at me.
"You jackass, how can you just leave me alone!" Romano groaned as he bit into a juicy tomato. It was just to his liking. "These are pretty damn good, but it still doesn't make up for the fact you left me after our first time, jackass." Before he could finish his tomato, the house phone rang. "That better be you, bastard. Hello?"
"Thank goodness you're home," Italy was on the other line talking faster than ever before. "Ludwig and I were home snuggling, and I turned on the TV. It's all over the news. I thought you there, but you're now and now Antonio is in it. Oh brother, I'm so scared."
"Damn it, Feli. Shut up. I can't hear a word you said!"
"Sorry, I just thought you were in Rome with Antonio."
"Wait what?"
"Didn't he tell you that he was going to fight Sadiq by himself? It was on the APH news." (AN: Only countries can watch that channel, other than their governments and bosses. Why? Because it could cause too much panic of the world and with the countries.)
"HE DID WHAT! Bastardo, quel figlio di puttana. Ciò che fino a lui ottiene casa!"
"Lovino, stop! You're hurting my ears!"
"GET YOUR SORRY ASS OVER HERE AND TAKE ME TO HIM NOW!"
"Lovino, you're scarring me," Italy cried.
"YOU'LL BE IN A WORLD OF HURT IF YOU'RE NOT HERE IN 20, THAT SOMETHING TO BE SCARED ABOUT!" Romano quickly turned on the news. His brother was right. Countries were gathered in Rome to see the fight between Spain and Turkey. "Oh, Antonio. What were you thinking?"
AN: So that was it for this chapter. I know it short, but all I can but in here. Now the fun part is up next, a race against time.