Hey, everyone! I have a few songs in this one, and I have included the band or singer so that if you all want, you can look it up on youtube and listen to it! Also, I had this part of the story already in my mind, and it only took me a day to finish it. So, consider this a peace offering to those who are probably highly annoyed with my writer's block from last chapter.

Disclaimer: I shall never be able to say that I own Hetalia or the author, except if I have Hetalia on dvd! Now if you'll excuse me…*goes to my room to watch Paint it White*

Madness by: Trilladora

Chapter 7

(Spain's POV)

"I HATE YOU SO MUCH!" I ducked as a heavy cooking pot just missed my head. Romano had asked me to get a few things for him while I was out shopping, and I came back with what I thought was everything, but apparently I didn't get the right spices that he needed for one of his dishes.

"Lo siento! Romano, I tried my best, so please don't be mad! I'll go back in town and find the ones that you wanted!" I called as I dodged a ladle and a strainer. However, my offer apparently made him madder, as I was suddenly hit by a flying stool.

"YOU'LL JUST GET IT WRONG AGAIN! CHIGI, NOW I HAVE TO GO INTO TOWN!" Romano raged as he stormed out of the room. He turned only to give me a death glare. "Spain, if you're still here when I get back, I'm going to kill you!" And with that, he stormed out of the house and into his car. I shivered and dropped to the floor in defeat. I have tried absolutely everything to show Romano that I love him, but he just won't open up to me. I always seem to mess it up in some way.

Suddenly, the song by Enrique Iglesias, Heroe, started to fill the air, signifying a call on my phone. I mechanically took it out of my pant's pocket and answered it. "Hola?" I felt as if I had no strength left from Romano's wrath.

"Spain, where are you?" a very German voice asked.

I smiled. "Hello, Prussia. I'm at Romano's house, wondering if I should heed his warning and get out of his house before he gets back from town, or stay here and face his wrath. I accidently got him the wrong seasonings, so now he doesn't like me anymore."

Prussia laughed. "You're still trying to earn Romano's love, huh?" I replied with a yes, remembering the time that I had come to him for tips on how to get the person you love to open up to you. "Well, the awesome me had a great idea, but you have to get your love's diary and head over to America's house as soon as possible! Only then will I tell you what I'm planning!"

My jaw dropped and my eyes widened in surprise. Get Romano's diary?! It was true that I was at his home alone, but if I took that diary, then he would never forgive me for taking it in the first place! "No, I won't do that! He'll hate me even more than he hates me now! Also, why are you at America's house?"

"America told us just a few minutes ago now that England is suffering from insanity, so the Axis and Allies are teaming up to help him. And, no he won't, because he will never know! I'll sneak it into his bedroom while he's sleeping tonight and make it seem as if he just misplaced it!"

"I don't know, mi amigo."

"Just trust me."

I sighed in defeat. I knew Prussia well enough that once he set his mind to things, he would not stop until he got his way. "Fine, I will come over as soon as I get the diary, However, if you do anything to embarrass my little Romano, I will never forgive you!" I hung up and hesitantly got up, fidgeting as I made my way to Romano's room. As soon as I got into the room, a bookshelf caught my attention, and peeking out from behind the bookshelf was a tomato shaped notebook. I took it out to see that the cover was a tomato, but on the red cover, in Romano's handwriting, was the word 'Diary'. I pursed my lips, mumbling an apology to Romano. Quickly, I got out of the house and got in my vehicle, speeding to America's house.

(France's POV)

"Prussia, I got Angleterre's diary!" I practically sang. There was no one at England's house, so it was a cinch to get the diary.

Prussia smiled as he kicked his legs back and forth as they dangled from the branch that he had perched himself on in America's backyard. "Awesome! Now we only need to wait for Spain to arrive!"

I nodded as I approached him. The tree that he had perched himself in was the farthest away from America's house while still being in his yard, but not yet in the woods. "So, do you mind telling me your plan?"

He shook his head, the smile on his face getting bigger. "No way, not without Spain! Then we can talk about that!" Suddenly, 5. Mars, a song by Megahurz, started to play through the air. Prussia, surprised by the loud music, lost his balance and fell out of the tree. I stifled a laugh as Prussia sat up, cursing as he took out his phone. "Owwwwww, Gutten tag?" Prussia said into the phone, rubbing his head and wincing a little. "Oh, Spain, you're here? Ja, we're in the backyard. Come on over!" He hung up and put the phone back in his pocket. A few minutes later, Spain poked his head out from the far corner of the house, looking very unsure. I waved at him, hoping that he would see me. Luckily he did, and he started to jog toward us, a tomato notebook in hand.

"What in the world are you planning, Prussia? Romano will kill me if he finds out that I took his diary! You know that he already hates me, and I've been trying my best to get him to love me back! He won't forgive me!" Spain said in melancholy.

Prussia sighed. "Like I told you before, I promise to get it back there tonight! Right now, each of us are going to find out if the ones we love have the same feelings for us. However, we can't give them any indication that we read these, okay?"

My eyes sparkled in anticipation. This really was going to be good! I was finally going to know England's innermost feelings for me! "I can keep that a secret! So, I say we get started right away! Prussia, since this was your idea, I think that you should be the first one to read from a diary!"

Prussia nodded and Spain just looked lost in his own little world as he stared at the diary in his hands. Prussia opened the notebook with the maple leaf cover and flipped through it, trying to find an entry that he thought was 'awesome' as he would put it. He finally settled on one entry. "Alright, here's one. Dear Diary, America chased away Prussia again today. I tried to tell him not to, but he just won't listen to me. I just wish that he would stop trying to protect me like I'm some little kid. I can decide for myself who I love! Why can't he see that? There is no denying that I'm in love with Prussia, and I hope that he will return my feelings." It was deathly silent for a second before Spain and I jumped back as Prussia let out a loud victory cry, pumping his fist in the air. "Canada loves me! I knew it!"

"Congratulations! I am glad that you and Canada love each other!"

Prussia nodded his head and looked over to Spain. "Hey, you should go next! I feel awesome after reading that entry, so I bet you will too!"

Spain shook his head. "No, mi amigo, I need a little more time before I read this. I feel horrible for taking this from his room. France, you go next."

I held my breath and nodded, slowly taking out a small notebook with tea and scones on the front. I flipped into the middle of the book, and, seeing my name on the page, I started to read. "Dear Yousei-san," I looked up into Prussia and Spain's confused faces. We probably were all thinking, 'who is this Yousei-san?' Prussia motioned for me to continue, so I looked down at the book again. "I hate how I feel! France came over today with a lady! He said that she was his new girlfriend, and basically started to rub it in my face that I had no girlfriend at all! Then, for some odd reason, when he left, I just wanted to cry my eyes out. However, later on in the day, I realized that what I was feeling, was something I felt every time I found that France was seeing someone else. Could this mean that I feel jealous of those people? Well then, if that is the case, I must keep it a secret from him. He obviously doesn't love me, so I shall pretend that I hate his guts."

I pursed my lips. "I don't know if this is a good thing, or a bad thing. I did all of those things to make him jealous, and it worked, but at the same time, it kept on driving him away because I would always choose girls to make him jealous. Now he thinks I'm straight."

A hand came down on my shoulder. I turned to see Prussia giving a reassuring smile in my direction. "Don't worry about it, France. I'm sure that you'll find a way to get him to realize that you love him!" I nodded at him, then turned my attention to Spain, who was fidgeting with Romano's diary.

"So, what does yours say?" I asked.

He gulped and flipped near the back before stopping. Silently, he read it two or three times while slowly turning pale. Suddenly, he thew the book at Prussia. "NO! No, no, no no, NO! I knew this was a bad idea! Th-there's no way!" I tried to calm the Spaniard down as Prussia sneaked a peek at the entry that Spain had read.

"Oh no." I looked over at Prussia to find him staring at the entry with a hand over his mouth.

"Wh-what does it say?" I asked, dreading the answer a little. Maybe Romano really did hate Spain.

"I-It says," I turned my attention toward Spain. "he is the one who put England in an asylum."

My heart stopped for a second. It felt as if the whole world was suddenly in slow motion. Then, everything around me looked as if it were behind a red lense. How could Romano do that to my England? I took the notebook from Prussia and read it to myself. 'Dear Diary, It has now been four hours since the World Conference, and England's outburst. Every time I think about it, I get this horrible feeling that he could snap like that again. When he does, he could hurt someone close to him or worse… close to me. So, I have finally made a decision. I will call a nearby asylum before he gets the chance to hurt anyone. Many of the other nations would hate me for this, but in this case, it's for their own safety. Right?' I glared at the small book as if it were a poisonous virus that was trying to slip itself into my friend's drinks. Romano would pay for doing this to my Angleterre! I threw the book at Spain's head and stormed to the car that China and I had arrived in.

"Wait, where are you going, France?" Prussia asked in a panicked voice.

I felt his hand land on my shoulder and quickly brushed it off. "Where do you think? I am going to give Romano a piece of my mind!"

"No! Don't hurt my little Romano! I know what he did was wrong, but I don't want him to get hurt, either!" This time, two arms wrapped around my arm. I guess Spain recovered from the shock of the truth.

I glared at him with rage. "He hurt my Angleterre. Now I can't get near him without wondering when his mood will change and he'll decide he wants to kill me. I have to at least show him how much damage he caused."

"France, if you go over there, he will know that we were reading his diary! Spain wouldn't be able to get near him ever again!" Prussia yelled.

Suddenly, a bush rustled. I quickly looked over at it, broke free of my friend's grasp, and dove into it. Someone had been spying on us!

I collided with another body and pinned it to the ground as the person screamed in surprise. "PLEASE DON'T KILL ME! I SURRENDER, I SURRENDER!"

Immediately, I recognized the voice. "Italy, what are you doing spying on us?" I asked in exasperation.

Italy stopped yelling and looked at me, an apologetic look on his face. "I overheard you three talking, and I wanted to know what you were talking about. Y-you aren't really going to hurt Romano, are you?"

I sighed in annoyance. "Italy, I promise I won't hurt him, but I will make him come over here to see what he has done!" I could literally feel Spain and Prussia looking over the bush at us.

"Well, since it was my fault for eavesdropping, I could go and get him! You and the others can stay here! I'll make sure that he doesn't know about the diary!"

Silence infected the whole backyard before I sighed and let him go. "Fine." I probably couldn't have kept that promise anyways, judging by how mad I was at Spain's crush.

Italy popped up and saluted with the wrong hand. "Alright then, I'm off!" And with that, he was gone.

(Romano's POV)

"Spain, you'd better not still be here! I will keep my word and kill you for making me go into town!" I yelled as I opened my front door with one hand. In my other, I had a plastic bag full of herbs and spices. Only silence met my threat, meaning that he actually did leave. I sighed. Typical Spain. If he sensed that I was genuinely angry at him, he would take the first chance he could to run for cover. I put the spices in the cupboard while leaving some others out for my specially made pasta sauce.

I worked diligently to make it, all the while slowly feeling guiltier and guiltier for chasing Spain away. Spain may be a complete airhead, but he was the only one to ever give me compliments and actually try to understand what I was feeling. Even Veneciano would become completely silent and back away when I needed someone to comfort me! If everyone was like that idiot, Spain, I would probably feel a whole lot happier!

I heard the front door open, but payed it no mind as I turned off the stove and took out an empty jar to put my sauce in.

"Romano! I'm so glad you're here! I have a favor to ask. Could you please come with me to America's house?" Great, just what I needed right now: an annoying twin brother.

"Why should I go with you? Go by yourself!" I said, annoyed with Italy.

"Oh, come on! Please! Everyone else is there, and I want you to be there too!"

"Yeah, right." I turned as soon as I had put the sauce in the jar to look straight at him. "If you really do want me to go with you, then you have to say at least one thing nice about me." Just as I thought, Italy stayed silent and started to squirm. It kind of hurts to know that your own brother can't come up with even one nice thing to say to you.

"Umm… Y-you… have a… beautiful shade of hair color?" Italy looked sheepishly at me. I sighed. That was probably the closest I could get to a compliment from my brother.

"Fine, I guess that will do. Let's go and get this over with."

Italy smiled and took hold of my wrist, leading me out to the car. "Yay! I knew you would decide to come!"

The whole trip there, I just stared out the window blankly as Italy rambled on about his life and everything else. It annoyed me to no end whenever he brought up Germany. I mean, his brother Prussia is notorious for one night stands, so why should Germany be any different? He'll just end up breaking Italy's heart in the end.

When we got there, I looked at the front of the house, confused. France was being held back by Spain and Prussia, and Spain saw us pull up, but in no way acknowledged our presence. It was as if he were avoiding eye contact with us and ignoring us. I looked over at Italy suspiciously. "Italy, what is your real reason for taking me here?"

Italy fidgeted a little as I stared at him, not looking me directly in the eyes. "Wh-what are you talking about? I-I just wanted my b-brother to come and be with everyone, that's all!" And with that, he opened his car door and ran into the house. I raised my eyebrow. Yeah right. I'll believe that when everyone starts calling me South Italy, instead of Romano. I opened my car door and got out, heading toward the house. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see the three idiots fighting about something. Then, I froze in fear as France broke away from the other two and came charging at me, hate filling his eyes.

"Ch- CHIGIIIIIIIIIIIII!" I bolted as soon as I could into the house, frightened by the Frenchman. What was going on? I bolted up a flight of stairs, ignoring the confused look that China gave me as I passed the living room. Wait, China was here, too?

A guest room at my right was cracked open, so I bolted in and tried to find a hiding place, however….

"PASTAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" someone came up from behind me and wrapped their arms around my waist.

"CHIGIIIIIIIIIIII! NO! DON"T HURT ME! I'M TOO YOUNG TO DIE!" I screeched, struggling against the person.

"Hey, what's going…England!" I heard America shout. I turned to him, tears in my eyes.

"Idiot! Don't just stand there! Get him off of me!" Wait a second, wasn't England supposed to be in the asylum?

Slowly, the other Axis and Allies came to the door, probably hearing my screaming. However, the so called "Bad Touch Trio" were not among the group.

America came forward and started to consult the man behind me as if he were a little child, which made me even more agitated. How could this possibly be? I had made sure that no one knew about the insane asylum and England! What went wrong? And to top it off, two of the people that I hold dearest to my heart are here! This is not good, not good at all! The arms disappeared from around my waist and I quickly whirled around, backing up for fear of him jumping me again.

America looked to me as Japan took England, saying something about making mochis for him. "Romano, I can explain. England is…"

"He doesn't need any explanation! The stupid Italian already knows about England's predicament because he was the one who put him there!" I froze and turned to the door, my face paling as I saw France at the front of the small crowd, pointing at me in anger. Oh no, now everyone knows!

Ok, first off: Sorry, Romano! I had to have some type of bad guy in the story! You were just in the wrong place at the wrong time! (S. Italy: I hate you) Alright, thank you all for reading this story! I am hoping that I can get a few more chapters out of this story, and hopefully get over ten chapters before the story ends, but it will all depend. I love you all for reading, and I love to hear from everyone, so please review!