[I don't own hetalia]
[Extra from my other book, 'The Diary of Secrets, - Love the Ancients'. It's basically what happened when Spain locked Romano in the storage closet when he was younger. This is in the Italies teenage days, enjoy!]
CRASH!
The vase fell to the ground and shattered into a million pieces, some flying around and hitting the young boy who was trying to get up from falling over, cutting the skin and drawing blood. Spain ran into the room after hearing the crash. He had been very stressed these past couple of weeks and Romano's inability to walk properly was starting to get on his nerves. The boy had said that he feet were in pain but the older just brushed it off as him being lazy. "Romano!" he shouted, "That was an expensive vase!"
Romano brushed off the glass from his bleeding arms while wincing in pain, "Not my fault, bastard! My feet won't listen to me!"
Spain picked up his bleeding henchman and started walking downstairs, into the basement, "That is a lie, Romano, and I know it! I hate having to do this, but it's time to give you a punishment!"
He opened the storage door and placed the short teenage boy in the middle of the small and dark room. Romano's eyes widened in fear, he hated the dark, "W-wait a minute! You can't leave me in here, you jerk!" his voice shook, he had always hated the dark.
"It's only until I clean up, Lovi~" Spain said as he walked to the door, "You'll be fine." Romano ran to the locked door, trying to open it. He smashed his bleeding fist against the door while shouting insult, tears starting to form in his eyes. Spain shook his head and walked upstairs, ignoring the younger boy.
A week later…
Now, Spain knew something was wrong, but he couldn't figure out what it was. The house was clean and quiet, but nothing really screamed out of the place. He shrugged and opened the front door, letting Austria, Hungary and a teenaged Veneziano in the house.
"Hola!" Spain greeted happily.
Veneziano gave him his usual closed eye smile, "Ciao, big brother Spain! Ve~ Where is mio fratello?"
Spain paused, thinking. Where was his cute little henchman? That's why it's been so quiet, because Romano hadn't been breaking something. When was he last Spain saw… him…
Spain's eyes widened, "I left him downstairs!" he ran down into the basement, the other three following confused. Rummaging through his pocket he found the key and open the small storage closet and opened the door. The light from the basement trickled in and what they saw made them gasp in horror.
Romano laid in the far corner of the dark area, unconscious. His usual pink maids dress was torn in places from the falling vase last week and his skin was covered in dried blood. Small glass shards surrounded the boy and he had dried tear marks running down his face. His face was red with an obvious fever.
"Spain," Austria's voice was hauntingly quiet, "what happened to him?"
Spain flinched, "I - umm… forgot that I put him down here as a punishment… a week ago." he stammered.
Veneziano's face hardened, an expression none had seen him wear, as he walked over to the usually cherry male while gripping his broom tightly in his hand, "Mr Spain," he spoke with a low voice, "you really are stupid."
SMACK!
Spain howled in pain as Veneziano hit him repeatedly with the broom that felt as if it were made of steel. Hungary swung her pan down on the male as well and Austria picked up the small boy shivering in the corner, "We''l be taking Romano home with us."
Austria walked out with Romano in his arms while Hungary and Veneziano gave one last hard hit each before stomping out.
Romano woke to the feeling of a cold rag being placed on his burning forehead. His olive eyes slowly blinked open and adjusted to the soft light of the afternoon dripping threw the window and the fluffy blankets that were wrapped around him. Okay, so he definitely wasn't anywhere in Spain's house. Romano felt a gentle hand run over his face. He leaned into the touch with a small sigh. Veneziano giggled as his brother fell back into a peaceful sleep, hand still on Romano's cheek.
"Buona notte, fratellone." he whispered softly to his sick brother. Spain had lost all of Veneziano's trust thanks to this incident and he sure as hell will do what it takes to keep him away from his dearest Romano. Spain couldn't have him again.
Romano was Veneziano's in the first place, anyway.
