One year later
Staring at absolutely nothing, Spain laid on the cold floor. His eyes were red from crying, and he had lost count of how many hours he had spent there; just laying down. Doing nothing but cry. He had no appetite and wouldn't eat, he did not even have the energy to move. So he remained there, sprawled over the floor. His heart was broken, and there was really no one who could fix it. No one, except one certain person. But that one person had been gone in almost two years now. He had disappeared and was nowhere to be found.
'Mi Romanito.. I'm so sorry for everything...', he thought, 'For whatever I did wrong, I'm so sorry! Lo siento, mi dispiace! Please come back to me...' He knew there was no way Romano would come back, and if he was alive, he was 99% sure he wouldn't be forgiven anyway. But he still hoped. Yeah, that's the reason he's still here - on earth. Because of hope. If he hoped, his dreams will become true? That's what he kept trying to convince himself, but now he was losing all hope.
Why? Because he was the only one still searching for Romano. Because in the two years, he had made no progress at all in finding him. Sure, he had heard that people had seen someone who looked like Romano, but there's a high chance it was just his brother, Veneziano. Or just someone who looked like them but was really just a random citizen. With no proof at all that Romano is still alive, he was losing his hope. And after what happened yesterday, he had no one left to reassure him that he will find Roma. He had no one to try to cheer him up. No one to care about him. No one...
-The day before-
"I'm so fucking sick of this! Sick of you! Just accept that you won't find Romano! Move on! Be the man I loved instead!", Spain's wife screamed, "Stop trying already! You won't find him and you know it! He got so sick of you that he left, anyone could see that he HATED you! Everyone saw it! He DOESN'T want to be found!" Spain stared at his screaming wife with wide eyes. He was too shocked to say anything. This had never happened before.. What happened to his loving and happy wife? The one who always cheered him up when he was sad, the one who supported him and tried to help him the most when he searched for his former henchman?
"You know what? YOU KNOW WHAT?! It's over! Take your stupid ring and never speak to me again!" She angrily threw her wedding ring on the floor and glared at Spain for a moment before running out of the house, getting in her car and driving away. Paralyzed, Spain stared at the wall, not really understanding what just happened.
It took him a couple of minutes before he finally realized and he fell down on his knees, staring at the floor with tears in his eyes.
'Why...? Why do I keep getting abandoned...?'
-Flashback over-
Spain let out a sigh, realizing he can't just lay there forever. He has to do something. The question is what. He slowly got up, but found himself losing his balance and almost fell down on the floor again. He felt really dizzy and his eyesight was blurry. 'Is this normal after crying?' He wondered. It hadn't happened to him before, at least of what he remembered. He leaned at the wall to keep himself from falling.
He waited a few moments before he started to walk over to the kitchen. Even if he had no appetite, he was smart enough to know that he /needed/ food. He would have to simply force himself to eat. He quickly made some fast pasta with some sauce, since he was too dizzy to do anything else, and ate half the portion. Feeling even more ill after eating, he walked over to his bedroom and collapsed on the bed. Before he fell asleep, he had decided what to do.
He was visiting Italy. Romano clearly wasn't in Spain anymore, so where would he not be, if not in Italy?
Authors note: You wanted more, so I'm giving you more. X3 Let me know what you think about it~ And thank you everyone for reviewing and following! I really didn't think people would actually read this, let alone like it ^^' so thank you! :D Grazie~
Lo siento: I'm sorry (Spanish)
Mi dispiace: I'm sorry (Italian)