Romano awoke to the sound of a little boy. He looked around. The first thing he saw was himself lying in the bed. His eyes were closed and his skin was paler than ever. He noticed the sickened expression that was on his face. He reached out to touch the Romano that was lying in the bed. His hand went right through him. He looked down at his hands. They were a ghostly blue glow. "What the hell?!" he yelled. He felt someone tug on his pants. He looked down to see a little boy with brown hair and big green eyes. He recognized this little boy...
"Antonio?" How was it possible for him to be here? He was so little. He was kind of adorable.
"Si, Roma, listen, we only have a little bit of time... I need to show you something..." even his voice was cute. He took Romano's hand and led him through the wall. Romano was amazed. He had just walked through a wall. He looked forward to see a house. Once he was up to the house it started raining and he got a sickening feeling in his gut.
"This is my house... I mean... Spain's house..." Romano said looking down at the younger Spain that was holding his hand. "Why are we here?"
"This is three months after the accident" the younger Spain said as he led Romano into the house. Romano was immediately hit with cool air. The sickening feeling in his gut was still there. It was getting worse. He walked upstairs and looked around. Silence. 'Was no one really here?' He thought. Then he heard a thud. He ran to see what it was. There in the bathroom, was Spain. Spain's eyes were closed. Next to him was a bunch of pills. They were sprawled across the floor. Romano felt tears in his eyes... 'Why did Spain do this?' he thought.
As if the younger Spain could hear is thoughts he replied"Romano, you're dead…. Well… at least you are in the future…"
Romano let tears fall. He tried to reach out to touch Spain but his hand just went right through him. He almost broke down. 'This is a dream… I'm going to wake up… and everything's going to be ok…' Romano thought.
"Romano, this is no dream. This is what will happen if we don't do something…" Young Spain said.
"How do we fix it?" Romano asked, he didn't want to die... he didn't want to lose Spain...
"First there are some other things I'd like to show you..." Young Spain grabbed his hand and led him to through the wall. This time they were somewhere else. This house he recognized to be Germany's house. Again there was a sickening feeling in his gut. He walked to the bathroom. No one was there. He sighed.
"Feli!" he heard Germany yell. Romano ran out into the kitchen to see Feli collapsed on the ground with a knife in his heart. On the counter by them was a letter. Romano picked up the letter and read it.
Dear Germany,
I remember the better days.
I remember sunny days.
I remember kissing you.
But one thing I don't want to
Remember is Roma's dead.
I live everyday with the thought you
Would just tell me that
He's gone and I'm just going
To have to live with that.
But I can't. It's always there.
Haunting me. Reminding me.
I'm sorry Germany, I never meant
To hurt you in anyway.
So just smile. Keep your head up.
Okay~!
-Feli
P.S. I love you with all of my heart,
But I can't live here without him.
Romano watched Germany's facial expression change. He looked sad, almost distant. Romano didn't want to watch anyone else die. He was scared. "Take me back…" Romano said letting tears fall onto the ground.
"Not yet…" he took Romano's hand and led him through the wall. They entered a quite room.
He heard a voice; it seemed to be talking to itself. He walked closer. It was an accent he didn't recognize. He walked into the room. He saw a guy with dirty blonde hair and glasses sitting in a chair. He had a curled piece of hair that went down right in front of his face. This guy seemed to be saying something. He would look around and then mess with his hands. 'Who was he?' Romano thought.
"What does this have to do with me?" Romano asked Young Spain.
"This is Canada, He is the only one left. After you died, Spain.. I mean I killed myself then Italy, then Germany, then Prussia, then Russia, then Belarus, then Lithuania, then Poland, then Latvia, then Estonia, Then Ukraine. When France found out both Prussia and Spain were dead he killed himself too, then Britain, then America... Then everyone else fell out of line from there.. This is 10 years after your death. Countries have people fleeing to get to Canada. The only place where people seem to exist or matter… however… Canada has gone insane, he can't take care of himself anymore, and the only reason he's held in this long is because he can't let go… He's got to hold on for France, he thinks he owes it to him… But if you ask me it's only a matter of time before he gives up too…." Spain explained.
"Antonio…" Romano said looking the younger Spain in the eyes.
"Hmn?" He asked looking back into Romano's eyes.
" I want you to show me where I died.. I mean… you know…" Romano's eyes were cold and distant, but he wanted to know how this ended.. or started. He wanted to see how he died…
Or would die. Even if it meant more tears and more pain. He had to know the details… He had to know why Spain would kill himself, Romano never really thought he meant that much to Spain. But he guessed Spain felt the way about him as he did to Spain
