It's mainly Spamano, but some Gerita, (mabbe Fruk), appear.

Some deaths, but, well, no horror!

Human names used :3

Pardon me if I make some grammar mistakes...English isn't really my first language!

I DO NOT OWN HETALIA

"Francis—!" Antonio called Francis worriedly.

Lovino could tell why—the French bastard didn't look as lively as usual, and his blue eyes were hollow.

They ran and caught up to him, and Antonio grabbed Francis' shoulders even before he had a chance to grasp a breath.

"Francis, what are you doing in Spain?"

That…really wasn't a question that Lovino would have asked if he were Antonio.

Francis seemed to just notice Antonio now. "Ah…bonjour, mon ami…" his voice was husky and low. Then his eyes widened. "I'm…in Spain?"

He looked so confused. Did that mean… he just wondered around and he just ended up in Spain?

Did countries have traveling-superpower or something?

It was yesterday too when he learned that all the people he met in past 2 months were all representatives of countries. Antonio being Spain, Francis being France—Lovino wasn't surprised to hear this—Ludwig being Germany, Mei being Taiwan, Elizabeta being Hungary and…that damned Feliciano being Italy. He used to be just North Italy, but he was now whole Italy.

"Francis—" Antonio opened his mouth, but before he could say anything stupid again, Lovino interrupted.

"Oi, Francis, what's wrong?" he asked directly.

Antonio stared at Lovino with wide open eyes as if he was asking him 'how can you ask him so straight-forward?' mentally, and Francis' expression…just didn't change.

"England called me," Francis murmured.

"…you mean Arthur, amigo," Antonio nervously corrected him as he looked around to check no one overheard them.

Francis didn't bother and continued, "England called me, and…said….said….."

"Si…?"

"…and I'm supposed to believe that?" Lovino growled nervously, his eyes not meeting Francis'.

Francis didn't say anything, because he knew that Lovino knew. Lovino knew that Francis wouldn't joke at time like this. Lovino knew that this was true.

…Lovino wasn't as slow as Antonio, thank God.

Lovino opened his mouth but it closed without saying anything. When that repeated for about five times, his legs just suddenly collapsed without any warning.

Oh, god. Knowing that Lovino could go into shock more easily than other people—Feliciano told him—he rushed towards and was about to ask him if he was okay but—…

His words faltered as he saw Lovino's tears.

His face was expressionless, but his amber eyes were flooding with tears. Why was he crying Francis couldn't understand, but at least he didn't seem like he was in shock.

…what should I do? Francis wondered silently as Lovino opened his mouth.

"…dumb Antonio…that bastard…" Lovino muttered as more tears came out.

"…Pardon?"

"If he was Spain, couldn't he have told me? How many years did he suffer not knowing if I would ever come back or not? What was he thinking when he first saw me at the mall? Did he think that I would be truly happy if I didn't know why he was treating me so nice even if I'm like a total stranger?" As Lovino went on, more tears came out and Lovino's tiny hands just couldn't wipe all of them out.

"Can you hear me, you stupid bastard?" Lovino suddenly shouted, staring something beyond Francis.

Francis turned his head around, alarmed, to see Antonio there. Sober or not, he couldn't tell. But Francis could tell that by his frown that he was holding back tears.

"…I am not that Romano you desperately want, so I have no idea what he was thinking or feeling when he died…" Lovino continued as his tears died away, "…but I know this—"

Then Lovino got up and hugged Antonio gently.

"He would have said, 'Thank you,'" he murmured, "'Thank you so much. Thank you so much for loving me even if I was useless. Thank you so much for loving me even when everything seems to tell you that it was best to leave me behind. Thanks for singing with a kind voice when I was sad or sick. And thanks so much for crying for me when I had to leave you behind.'"

Antonio just started to whimper as he hugged Lovino back hard.

…Francis could his old wound inside of his heart hurting again. Just watching them made him want to cry, and he just couldn't help but think about his own precious girl who died to protect him.

"So…please don't cry anymore…don't worry," Lovino softly chuckled, "You're really stupid…do you think Romano would leave you just because he died?"

Antonio didn't answer—it was more like he couldn't answer.

"I'll—Romano will—always come to you no matter what happens to me…because you're the most special person to me."

…that pierced Francis' heart. Would Jeanne come back to his side, too?

…dumb me. She's dead. Francis thought as he shook out all the memories from yesterday's night.

He rolled out of the bed and slowly went down the stairs to get some coffee. Even with a slight of movement, his head started to hurt like hell.

…I don't think I would be going outside today.

RIIIIING—

the telephone started to ring as soon as Francis got into the kitchen.

If that was Gilbert or Antonio asking Francis to throw a party or something, he would definitely decline it. He hated how his friends seem to always get better faster after drinking and they always drink way more than he does.

"Bonjour," he answered—he even sounded tired to himself.

"…Franc….is?" A shaky voice answered.

He knew this voice too well. God, he was the last person he wanted to talk to today. "Ah…if it isn't my beloved Arthur," he forced himself to sound cheerful.

He didn't answer back.

Francis knew Arthur for an enough time he could tell that something was wrong with him.

"Arthur? Is there something wrong?" he asked urgently.

"F-Francis…" his voice started to shake more.

He was crying.

"Oui, I'm listening."

"I…I…" Arthur's breathe started to slow down—he was calming down. "…I saw her."

…her? "Her? Who…are you talking about?" Now his voice started to shake.

Arthur, please please please please…don't play this cruel joke on me.

—S'il vous plait.

"…you bloody know I can't say her name!" Arthur shouted angrily, "I…I would… feel too guilty to do that," then his breathing quickened again.

Francis wanted to cry, too, but he had to calm down. One person going into shock was bad enough. "Arthur, calm down. It's okay…she is dead. May be you're seeing things. It won't be the first time." Francis tried to past this as a joke.

"Francis. I know what I saw. …I swear I saw her…while visiting Alfred…."

Alfred? She was in the United States?

Francis didn't want to get hopes up, but if—just if—Jeanne D'arc was born again, why would she be born in America? Did this reincarnation thing work differently for humans?

…or may be Francis wasn't that dear and important to Jeanne.

"Francis," Arthur's voice brought him back to reality, "I can totally guess what you are thinking and don't you even dare."

He flinched. He sometimes had a hard time realizing that if Francis knew Arthur well enough to figure out what he was thinking, then Arthur must be able to second guess Francis' thoughts easily, too.

"Doubting her loyalty is like denying the fact that she was alive, Francis," Arthur's voice got more intense and he went on, "Please—"

Why was Arthur saying this? Out of all the people he knew, Arthur was the one who was saying this. Suddenly angry, he snapped. "And you have rights to say this? How?"

Arthur paused.

"You are the one who burned her to death. And you think you can lecture me," his own flat voice scared him but he kept going.

"Francis, I—" Arthur began but Francis didn't want to hear any more excuses so he hung up.

"…that was the stupidest thing I ever heard in my life," Lovino exclaimed as soon as Francis finished his story.

Antonio shushed but Lovino went on. "So what if this Jeanne D'ac is alive again? She doesn't remember you. She doesn't even know you."

Francis didn't answer; his blue eyes placed somewhere far away.

"You countries have to realize that when someone reincarnates, they're born as themselves, not their past self," he quickly glanced at Antonio, but he just looked surprised that Lovino knew about the country-thing.

"…Right," Francis answered wearily.

"You should be happy that she is alive again, and living a happy life in America. Does it really matter where she was born? It is a small world after all…" Lovino kept going.

Francis frowned, his eyes suddenly blazing with rage. "You just say that because you've met Spain even in afterlife! You say it as if you would break up with Antonio any minute if he says he still sees Romano through you!"

Antonio quietly muttered "Lovino and I are going out?" bluntly, which caused a forceful nudge on the side of the stomach by Lovino.

Lovino glared at Antonio angrily—he was about to kill this bastard if he seriously didn't remember what happened last night—then set his eyes on Francis again.

"Yes. Of course, I would break up with this bastard if he says he sees my past self and loves me not because of who I am, but because who I was." Was Francis that dumb?

Francis' blue eyes cleared a bit, but Lovino could tell his emotions were still mixed up with guilt and love. Lovino wanted to lecture Francis a bit more, but he knew that if he lectured him now, it would just make the situation worse.

"Jeanne won't feel betrayed if you forgive Arthur, you know," Lovino sighed, "…Feliciano forgave you but he doesn't think that Holy Roman Empire bastard would be sad about it."

Francis' frown deepened when Holy Romano Empire's name was mentioned. Yesterday, while Antonio was sleeping, he talked to Feliciano on the phone and explained how he now knew about his past life and countries things.

Feliciano then sighed deeply and told him about many things—some things he rather have not known and some things he just had to bite his lips so he wouldn't cry and some things he just wanted to hear more of. One of the stories Feliciano told Lovino was about Holy Roman Empire, who was very dear to him and still is.

After sending Francis another go-and-talk-to-Arthur glare, he grabbed Antonio's hand and dragged him away from Francis.

Just by a glance at Antonio, Lovino could tell that Antonio was dazed.

…I guess that wasn't the best way to tell him that I now know about…all things he tried to keep me away from.

He slowed down when he thought he was pretty far way from Francis to check on Antonio.

"Um, Anto—"

He had to pause because Antonio suddenly grabbed Lovino's arm and hugged him fiercely.

"—er," Lovino could feel that he was blushing. He…um, liked this Spaniard but that didn't mean that he could hug him whenever he wanted to!

"Antonio! Don't hug me in a public place…!" he struggled to get free but Antonio was way stronger than he thought he would be.

"…You know everything now?" he softly asked.

Lovino stopped struggling.

…He didn't know everything. Only things he knew for sure were that Antonio and his friends were countries and that he was once South Italy.

What kind of relationship that Romano and Antonio had in a past life he didn't know. What happened between Feliciano and that Ludwig that makes Feliciano stare at Ludwig with sad eyes every time they see each other he didn't know.

He had to answer carefully or he would confuse Antonio. "…I know that you guys are countries, and that I know that you knew me in my past life."

He could feel Antonio's grip getting tighter. "D-does that mean—?"

Lovino knew what Antonio was going to ask, and he couldn't blame Antonio for it, but he couldn't help but feel a little lonly. "No…sorry. I don't remember anything."

Antonio's grip loosened. He let go of Lovino and met his green eyes. There weren't any disappointment in Antonio' eyes but there weren't any gladness either. "Oh," he simply said.

…Lovino was starting to panic a little bit.

"But…but do you still love me?" he blurted it out without thinking.

Antonio blinked as if he wasn't expecting a question like this. He didn't answer for right away, which made Lovino panic even more.

Then the Spaniard knelt down on his right knee, and grabbed Lovino's hand. Even before Lovino could figure out what Antonio was doing, he pressed his lips gently on his hand quickly.

"Por siempre y siempre…te amo."

A/N: Ahhh! Finally something happened and it's happy and not sad or depressing! :) But now Francis is depressed and lonly... but he did his job well done! I mean the job of telling Lovino about the country thing and past life stuff. Anyway, I wrote most of this during Thanksgiving week, because I had NO HOMEWORK *cheers* except for my German project *boos* so I had plenty of time to work on this! I finished this chapter a long time ago, but time probably past a lot by the time I upload this... (I upload when I'm almost done my NEXT chapter) I personally really like this chatper because I really love Fruk. I think they're beautiful and it's just... their histories are full of hate/love relationship and their relationship is just so... confusing. :D I bet you that England and France can't describe their relationships easily either. (Like, for Spamano, Romano might be a bit tsundere, but it's clear that they are couples *shot*) ...People are probably wondering why I'm not writing about PruCan like they usually do when they write about BFT, eh? To be honest, I don't really like PruCan that much. :/ (...I'm...more like...RusPru fangirl...? XD) Anyway, thanks for reading my story, and PLEASE REVIEW3 I'll love you forever..? *giggles*