Spain fell to his knees and wept. He had just come home from a long day of work to find Romano's cold dead body on his couch. And it absolutely ripped his heart out that that wasn't the worst part.
Dried blood covered his body and there were deep cuts on his arms legs and face. Romano's shirt was cut open revealing a message carved into his bare chest.
Ti Amo, Spagna
Below that in smaller letters, Those were his last words
Loudmouth was carved into his left forearm arm. There were bloody cuts going all the way around his wrists and all the way down to the bone. His hands were still cuffed so the cuffs seemed to be in his skin.
Yet another message was carved into his right arm, You shouldn't feel too safe
Spain shakily walked up to Romano and collapsed on the couch wrapping his arms around his dead partner.
"Y-Yo tambiƩn te quiero,"(I-I love you too.) He said shakily. He pressed his head in to Romano's chest and cried his eyes out. He fell asleep in that exact position.
(Flashback Warning)
That last thing Spain had to do before leaving for home was to grab some papers from Romano's boss in Rome.(FYI Rome is in southern Italy) Spain entered the city and was mortified when he saw many Italians lying dead on the side of the streets.
He assumed it was the Mafia trying to send a message to the city but when the dead bodies didn't end he freaked out. He arrived at the spot where Romano's boss should be, not seeing a live person so far, he was tense.
He walked into the large white building and down the hallway to the last room. No seeing a single person in the building yet he wasn't sure if he should be relieved or scared. When he opened the door he saw Romano's boss resting on a desk as if he were sleeping. At least, Spain hoped he was sleeping.
Spain tried waking his up and when he wouldn't, Spain tried to find a pulse. He let out a squeal when he couldn't. He immediately assumed the worst and ran to his car. He sped the whole way home praying to god that his Roma was still ok.
(Back to reality)
Back home, Italy lead shaking France down to the room where the other captured nations were. "You guys got another roommate," Italy announced when opening the door.
America was taking a nap on the bed and England was writing something at the desk. America stirred and looked up while England finished his sentence and looked to see the next captured nation.
England saw France and rolled his eyes, "Of course,"
France saw the two and, thinking that they were their 2ps, he ran to the corner and started rocking again.
Italy left the room realizing that this performance wouldn't be as interesting as the last. England and America tried comforting France for a half hour to no avail. They ended up just leaving him be to think it out himself.
In his mumbling, he said something that caught England's ear.
"Th-They k-killed him,"
"What?" England said half yelling half whispering. When England said this America looked up and tried to decipher what France was saying.
For the first time, France looked up to them and spoke up, "Italy killed R-Romano,"
The thought hit England and America like a hammer. They found it hard to imagine their Italy killing, but they knew that the new one would.
"D-Did you see him do it?" England asked.
France shook his head, "They left me in the car,"
"How many 2ps are there now?" England asked.
France looked at him confused.
He rephrased his question now knowing that France still didn't know what a 2p was, "How many people came out of the pot?"
France held up a two shaky fingers, "One of them looked like me and one of them looked like Romano,"
England recalled all of the 2ps out loud, "Ok, so there's 2p, France, Romano, America, Italy, and myself." England sighed, "Their numbers are growing quickly."
France finally asked, "What is going on?"
Spain woke up in the morning with bloodshot eyes. He looked at his partner and tried to cry again, but no tears came out. After a while of just sitting there, he decided to tell the nations. But, of course, those close to Romano would know first. So he called Italy.
All of the 2ps were waiting in Italy's living room for a call from Spain. Italy knew that Spain would call him first to inform him about Romano's passing. All of the 2ps had insisted on listening in on the call and he had no reason to refuse.
When Italy's phone began to ring everyone looked at it. Sure enough, Spain's overly happy face was displayed on the screen. Italy smirked and answered the phone, making sure to put it on speaker.
"Ciao?" Italy said in his stupid happy voice.
"Hola, Italy." Spain said in a very low, depressed voice. The 2ps said fake awws and laughed silently.
"Is there something wrong Spain?"
"Si, there is," Spain paused, "Last night, Romano was... killed."
Italy acted confused, "What? No he's not, I talked to him yesterday. That means he's alive."
You could hear Spain's sobs through the phone, the 2ps seemed to burst out into laughter but silently. Even Italy was quietly giggling to himself. "I'm sorry, Italy, but it's true."
"No, no, no, no. Nations can't die anyway right?"
They could hear him fiddle with his phone for a moment before a picture showed up on Italy's phone. It was Romano's body, he quickly showed the picture to the 2ps and dropped the phone for effect. Luciano looked proud as he got many thumbs up from the others.
"Italy?" Spain asked concerned, Italy didn't respond but he did pick up his phone, "Italy, I'm so sorry, I'm going to call the other nations to an emergency meeting now ok?" Again Italy didn't respond and Spain sighed, "I'm sorry Italy." Then Spain hung up.
Everyone in the room immediately bursted out in laughter. Luciano began to fake cry, "I-I'm so sorry Italy." He mocked. Everyone began laughing even harder, if that was even possible. Once the laughing subsided Italy smirked, "Now we just have to wait for them to remove Romano's body from the house." They all chuckled and one by one began leaving Italy's house. All except the Italys of course.
Spain managed to get every nation to come to his estate for the meeting and have them wait in the lounge. When everyone was in Spain's lounge he started the meeting.
"W-Well, there really isn't much to say so everyone please follow me." Spain said as he began walking into the living room. The nations talked among themselves wondering what was in store for them. None of them knew what was happening other than Italy and the 2ps. But the 2ps, of course, acted like they were just as confused.
The moment the nations entered the room they gasped. Italy, fake, winced when he entered the room and began shedding fake tears.
Spain took a shaky breath, "H-he was like... this, when I came home from work last night."
"What's written on his right arm?" Al asked.
Spain took another shaky breath before answering, "You shouldn't feel too safe."
Germany looked troubled, "Do you think this is connected to the attacks in our countries?"
"I-I do," Spain said, "Frankly I think Romano was used as a warning for us nations."
"But nations can't die unless you kill all of their citizens, right?" China asked.
"But that's just it, all of his citizens are dead." The nations gasped again, "The last thing I had to do last night before returning home was grab some papers from Romano's boss in Rome. I entered the city expecting the streets to be filled with happy italians but," Spain paused, "they all looked like they had just dropped dead for no reason. I ignored it, thinking that it was the Mafia and continued towards the building that Romano's boss was in. When I got there he was dead too."
The whole room began to freak out, especially the countries who had been attacked the previous night. Germany, like always, got angry at the commotion, "Everyone shut up!" The noise silenced immediately as everyone looked at Germany, "We need to figure out what to do about this, there is obviously a killer out to get Nations but we don't know why."
"How do we know that the killer isn't just targeting the ones that were attacked?" Oliver asked acting like he didn't want to get involved.
Italy began to shake, "And how do you know that's true!?" Everyone stared at Italy, surprised at his sudden outburst, "How do you know that he won't kill you while you're alone?!" Italy began to tremble, "L-Like fratello." He fell to his knees and began to weep.
The countries around Italy began to comfort him while the rest of the countries glared at Oliver.
"Alright," Germany said, "I think we should get Romano out of here and all go home. We can talk about this again at the next world meeting when everyone has calmed down."
Everyone agreed and one by one left Spain's estate. Spain picked up his partner and set him gently in his car, Spain then drove to a funeral home to drop him off. Italy remained sitting on the ground crying and Germany tried to comfort him. When Italy refused Germany, he left Italy alone to cry.
As soon as Germany left, Italy began laughing. "That went better that I could have imagined!" He exclaimed to himself. He walked out of the house with a smirk on his face and drove back to his home where he would describe the meeting to Luciano and Leo.
The following day was Romano's funeral, despite not having a good relationship with him, most of the nations attended. When Spain got home, he didn't bother changing out of his suit, he just collapsed onto the same couch that he had found Romano on, which was now clean, and buried his face into the pillows.
He laid like that for a while, then he heard a set of footsteps walk up to him. Who ever it was stopped about five feet in front of him.
He didn't lift his head but he heard a familiar voice, "Don't cry, Tomato Bastard." The voice said softly.
He couldn't believe his ears, that was his dear Roma's voice. Tomato Bastard? That's what Romano had called him.
Spain shot up to look at who was speaking. Sure enough, his Roma was standing right in front of him with a sweet smile on his face.
"R-Romano! B-But, your..."
"I came back for you," Romano said sweetly.
"B-But, I saw you..."
Romano looked down ashamed, "I-I'm sorry you had to see that,"
Spain stood up and walked to Romano, "No, it's ok Roma," Spain wrapped his arms around Romano.
"But I'm dead and I'm never coming back," Romano said.
Spain was confused, "What are you talking about Roma?"
Romano smirked, put his mouth to Spain's ear and spoke softly, "Italy killed me," Spain's eye's widened and he felt a knife in his back. He screamed and fell to the ground, he looked behind himself and saw Italy smiling evilly at him.
"What the hell?" he screamed again as Italy pulled the knife out.
Romano grabbed Spain's chin and looked him in the eye. "My name's Leo." Leo let go of Spain and walked away.
"R-Romano?"
Leo answered without even looking back, "Leo, not Romano,"
Spain felt consciousness slip away from him as he fell into a blissful sleep.
I'm sorry for anyone who loved Romano or Spain but I had to do it. Is it bad that I start laughing when I'm writing this? Anyway, I'm going to get started on the next chapter for you guys! You know how I love reviews!
