Why Would You Be Friends With Me?
People watching was not one of Romano's favourite past times, but sat in the hotel reception waiting for her grandparents to arrive there was very little else to do. She could actually listen to her sister rather than pretend to but there was only so long she could take listening to how great the Potato bastard was (again), before she would be forced to kill someone (preferably said Potato bastard). Even the Tomato bastard would have been a welcome distraction but she was too busy watching the doors, in what almost seemed like worry, to even notice Romano.
Glancing at the other Nation to try and figure out what was wrong Romano didn't fail to notice the flash of disappointment that crossed her face. Following her gaze she saw that two people had just entered; a woman who looked similar to Spain (her mother maybe, she was almost certainly related) and an older man who, due to a lack of similarities to either Spain or the other woman, Romano was willing to bet wasn't Spain's father.
The pair walked over to Spain and started talking, Romano couldn't hear what was being said at the distance she was sat (she couldn't understand Spanish anyway so it didn't matter) but she could tell by the look in Spain's eye that no matter how hard she tried to hide it she was not pleased with how the conversation was going. As she watched she saw the woman put her hand on Spain's shoulder and said something Romano suspected was along the lines of 'You'll do this for mummy wont you?' (or whatever the Spanish equivalent of that line was).
With the statement Spain's face fell and she slowly nodded, the man and woman despite this seemed pleased with this response and Romano would have to have been blind (or her sister) to have missed the money changing hands.
Not looking at anyone Spain took the man by the hand and started leading him towards the rooms, her steps slow and her face downcast. To Romano it looked as if she was going to the gallows not the bedrooms of a luxury hotel.
Now Romano was wo-interested (there was no way she would ever be worried about that idiot) it was so unlike the Spain she knew. The Spain who was always happy and excited no matter how Romano treated her, and she was determined to find out what was going on to cause her to act this way.
"Hey, Veneziano." Romano poked her still talking sister in the side to get her attention,
"Hmm?" Veneziano replied finally stopping talking,
"I left something in the room, I'm just going back for it." She lied,
"Oh, do you want me to come with you?"
"No, I'll only be a few minutes, and someone will have to tell Nonno and Nonna where I am if the get here before I'm back." Veneziano smiled,
"Okay, be quick Sorella." Nodding Romano quickly headed off in the direction Spain had left in, barely noticing as she passed Germany heading the other way.
For the first time since meeting the Tomato bastard she was sure thankful that the other had insisted they were friends and made sure to give her the number of the room she'd been given, since that was almost certainly where they'd gone.
Standing outside room 212 Romano considered knocking before deciding against it and just went in. as she opened the door she momentarily regretted not knocking before she realised what she was seeing. The man was leaning over Spain, who was lying on the bed, as he removed the last of her clothes, fingers brushing over her tan skin.
As Romano came in he didn't stop what he was doing instead he merely glared at her and shouted,
"¿Qien eres tu? ¡Salté!" Spain, who had looked as if she was trying to keep her mind anywhere but there, suddenly noticed Romano at the shout and upon seeing the other Nation her face became terrified.
And it was Spain's terrified face that caused Romano to see red, rushing over to the pair she hit the man with enough force to knock him to the floor.
"Non sarà toccarla!" She was fairly certain he didn't speak Italian but it got the point across. Grabbing him by the collar she pulled him over to the door and threw him out along with a long string of every curse word she knew, in several language (because you don't need to speak a language to be able to swear in it).
Once she was sure he was gone Romano went back over to where Spain was now curled up into a ball her face hidden in her knees. Grabbing a dressing gown that was thrown over the back of a nearby chair Romano wrapped it over the other's shoulders to cover her up slightly before sitting next to her and wondering what to do next.
"Look, I'm not good at this comforting shit," She said after a few minutes, "but if you want to talk I'll try not to be as bad as I normally am for a few minutes." There was a sigh from Spain as she shifted herself so she was sitting properly, pulling the dressing gown around herself.
"You don't have to stay you know." She whispered sadly,
"What?"
"You don't have to pretend to care for a whore like me just because you saw that," Spain looked as if she was about to cry, "You wont have to worry about me bothering you ever again either."
"Who's pretending? I never pretend to care for any one, I couldn't care less about what you used to be and I never want to hear yourself call yourself that ever again." Spain looked at Romano with surprise clear on her face, did she really think Romano was that judgemental that she wouldn't want her around after this? Romano wasn't sure why she was trying to convince them otherwise though, surely it would be one less idiot to deal with. But there was something about this other Nation that meant she couldn't bear to see her cry (not that she would ever admit this).
"Spain, tell me if it wasn't for that woman downstairs would you have ever have done that?"
"No never, I only ever did it for mi madre."
"How long?"
"Since I was nine."
"What!?"
"Madre got hooked on drugs after mi padre left and when she ran out of money she decided to use me to get more to pay for them. By the time I was old enough to understand what she was doing was wrong it had been going on for too long for it to matter any more."
"No offense Spain, but that woman doesn't deserve to be your mother."
"When I was small she was a wonderful mother, always cheerful and friendly, it was only after padre left that she changed."
"Then they were your mother and that person downstairs is just someone who looks like her, and who knows maybe one day your mother will come back. Now do me a favour and get dressed, my family's been waiting long enough and I'm not leaving you here alone so your coming to."
"Are you sure? I'll be fine on my own, your family may not like me being there."
"Yes I'm sure, trust me my family will love you, now hurry up."
And Romano was right, the moment Spain met her Nonno then the two got on as well as only two overly happy idiots could (Veneziano was distracted by the Potato bastard who was tagging along to for some reason). By the time the day ended and everyone was heading off to sleep Romano was pleased to see Spain was smiling again.
Translations:
¿Qien eres tu? ¡Salté!: Who are you? Get out! (Spanish)
Non sarà toccarla!: You will not touch her! (Italian)
Mi Madre: my mother (Spanish)
Padre: Father (Spanish)
Thank You SecretKeeper250 for correcting my Spanish .
Thanks for reading.
