Sorry for the slow update, I'm really busy with school and cosplaying. . Anyway, another chapter! A short one though, sorry ^^'
Two days passed by, and Spain is currently on a plane on his way to Italy. Romano just had to be there. He couldn't be without him anymore. It had been way too long since they had met. Every day he had thought about him, slowly losing his ability to smile. But now. Now he was finally making progress in his search.
Spain had suspected that Romano probably had left his country for a while now, but since his wife had a job there and wouldn't let him leave without her, he hadn't been able to search in Italy yet. It felt so good to finally make some progress. Bored and restless, he sat in the plane. If you know Spain, you would probably think he would be chatting with the one next to him all the time, being his cheery self. But no. It was different now. He thought and thought about Romano way too much to even hear if the one sitting next to him said something.
After 2 hours and around 40 minutes of sitting stressed in the plane, Spain finally got out from the most boring flight ever. He had taken a plane from Madrid, to the city that he was 90% sure that Romano would be in, if he was alive and in Italy. Any guesses where? Hm? ... Yes. To Rome. Now that we was in Italy, he had to start searching.
He took a taxi from the AirPort, telling the chauffeur to drive him to the city. When he got there, he looked around and realized this would be too difficult. How the hell was he supposed to find Romano in a big country, with no clue at all where he could be? He should have thought this through. Damn him for acting on impulse. Already feeling so lost, he started walking in a random direction, having some problems while walking since there were so many people in the way, without stopping.
As he walked through the city of Rome, he couldn't stop thinking. 'Does Roma hate me? What will happen if I find him? Will he tell me to never speak to him again, or will he be happy to meet me? Will he be alone, or does he maybe have a girlfriend now? How will he react? ... Will he forgive me? I don't get what I did, but please... He must forgive me...' The thoughts went on and on, and he lost track of time. It got darker and darker, but it was still not really late.
By the time he stopped walking, he had come to a park. The grass was beautiful; much greener than any grass he had seen before. There were few benches placed every here and there, and in the middle of all, there was a playground for children. He chuckled as he thought about how fun it must be to play there for children.
He decided to sit down on a bench, and started walking closer to one. But that's when he heard it. A very familiar laugh. Even though it had been years since he had heard it, he could never forget that laugh nor the voice. He slowly turned around, feeling both terrified and overwhelmed.
And there he was.
Romano Vargas, his tomatito, sitting on a bench, holding hands with a beautiful woman.