Himayura Hidekaz owns Hetalia.

Warning- May contain some racial slurs or "speaking the lord(s) name in vain." I don't mean to offend ANYONE!

APHAPHAPH

Romano hugged his knees. He was alone, and the door was locked. He couldn't leave. He grabbed his cellphone to call France, but not after reading the message he recieved sometime when he was still asleep.

'I'm so sorry, Romano! I had to leave very suddenly. It's completely work related. I shouldn't be gone for too long. I'll check on you before I leave, I promise! I'm so sorry!

I love you, and I wouldn't have left if it wasn't absolutely necessary!'

'Fuck you! You didn't even set my pills out for me!'

Romano sighed and set his phone down. He turned on the T.V. and stared at whatever was on. He wasn't actually watching whatever it was. He just wanted France to reply already.

It took a few minutes, but eventually, his phone vibrated with France's reply.

'I know! I'm sorry! I was worried that taking your pills would get you more... Clingy. I'll make whatever you want for break- err... Brunch, when I get back.'

'Does your people fill croissants with' Romano thought about putting "chocolate" down for a second, but he was still kind of worried about his weight. 'marmalade? With some coffee.'

'Yes, of course! It might take a little longer for me to get home, though, because I would have to pick the items up. Is that okay, or should I come pick you up first?'

'I would rather have you pick me up first.'

'Not a problem~! I should be done in no less than a half an hour.'

'If you don't "check up on me" within thirty minutes, I'll tell Spain to come get me.' He threaten, but he wasn't going to go through with it, and he hoped France knew that.

'I'll let you know if I can't, then. I'm actually not supposed to be doing this right now, but I care too much about you to care about what they thing.'

Romano tossed the phone aside. 'Yeah right! You only rape me and do whatever else you want to do with me! You locked me in a room and ran off!' He groaned in frustration. 'I know that you locked me in here to protect me, but you... I mean, even last night... I didn't want that! I...' He started crying. 'I wanted your cock...'

He grabbed his cellphone again and went down the names, until he reached "Russia."

'Are you busy?'

'No. I'm free. What's wrong? Is everything okay?'

'I love Spain, but' He paused. 'I love France's cock...'

'Ah. Stockholm syndrome.'

Romano stared at the two words for a while. He smiled to himself.

'Thank you.' He started chuckling. 'Thank you again, Russia.'

'You're welcome? I'm sorry, I don't understand.'

'I was getting confused. Thank you.'

'You should talk to Spain.'

'I'll do that. Thanks again.' He went over to Spain's name in his contacts and texted him. 'Are you busy?'

'Not at all! How are you?'

Romano smiled and called him. "Romano~! Again, how are you?"

Romano was just happy that he was hearing Spain's voice. "I'm... Good, now. Russia said that I should talk to you."

"Are you sure you're okay? Why would you talk to him?"

Romano thought about what he told Russia. "I... I don't really want to talk about that." 'I can't tell him that I wanted France to fuck me!' "I think you should come over as soon as possible, though. I realy miss you..."

There was a short pause, before he spoke. "I'm not home right now, but I'll go home to pack up my things."

"You have to talk to France first-"

"Fuck France! I miss you so much... I don't care what France say-"

"Spain~? Who are you talking to~?"

Romano gasped, and his eyes widen. "You don't have to yell-"

"Why is Italy there?"

"We were getting very worried about you. I didn't want to visit you without you actually wanting me there."

"I didn't give enough hints?! I always wanted you to be here! I've been confused on what I want, but I know for sure that I wanted you to be here!"

"Italy invited me over for dinner! Germany's here, too!"

The tears were coming back. "...I'll tell you what's been bothering me so much that I had to talk to Russia about it, before you, if you really want to know."

"Romano, I swear, I'm not doing anything! Of course not! I love you."

"I wanted France's dick inside of me last night. Russia said that it was stockholm syndrome, and to talk to you. By the way, I couldn't have sex with you before, because I would start moaning France's name instead."

"Wh... What? Romano... If I knew, I would have done anything to help."

"I got the much needed help, thanks to France. I couldn't tell you what would happen next... I can't actually blame you, I guess. Only a psycho would ever want me."

"That's not true! I-I can't be alone. I can't think. I can barely sleep. I'm trying to get an army to match France's... But... It's hard when I can't even take care of myself."

Romano paused. "I'm sorry... Damn it. If I'm going to effect the rest of your life, than just... I don't know! I can't hurt myself even if I wanted to, and I don't anymore. There's nothing to worry about anymore. Do what you want. I just don't want you to hurt yourself... Damn it! I was telling you the stuff about France to make you mad, or something!"

"So, they're not true?"

Romano closed his eyes. "I'm fucking crazy... I'm... Not good enough for you. Just stop worrying about me. Ti amo."

"Romano?! Wait, Roma-" He hung up and dropped the phone in front of him. He cried into his lap, until he got a message. He wiped his eyes and picked the phone up. 'Two?'

'I'll be there as soon as I can! I love you, and I don't want anybody but you!'

"You liar..."

'Why did you try trading me for my brother, then?'

'That was the first day I had you! I didn't know anything about you, back then! I didn't think that you would ever care about me, let alone that we would become lovers!'

Romano's chest hurt when he read that. 'I'm sorry... I love you. I'll be looking forward to your visit.'

He had to suck up the tears long enough to read the other message.

'I'm sorry. I was let out awhile ago, but I saw that you were busy on the phone.' Romano gasped. 'I should be there any minute now.'

'Did you hear anything I said? Also, you aren't driving while texting, right?'

It took a few seconds before France replied. 'We'll talk about it later, and no. I'm texting at red lights and stop signs.'

A few minutes later, France unlocked the door and walks inside of the room. "I'm home now, mon cher." Romano was crying into his knees again. France sat on the bed and hugged him.

Romano grabbed onto France's shirt and started crying against his chest. "Stupid bastard..."

France's arms were shaking. "I was almost afraid that you were asking Spain to come rescue you..."

"I tried breaking up with him for his own good, but he said that he loves me."

"He does. You should put some clothes on and take your pills, now."

"If... If I make you c-cum before you make me, than you have to let me visit Spain for a week."

France tensed up. "Y... You know what happened the last time you made up this game, don't you?"

"I don't care... I just want to make sure that Spain is okay. He's hurting himself, without him even realizing it."

France hugged him tighter. "Well... I'll think about it, after we eat. I'm actually starving right now, and I'm sure you are, too."