Author Notes- Sorry for slow updates just that there is a lot going on in my life and I'm writing many stories.

-Chapter 7-

Spain zipped his pants as Germany ran out of the house, the panicked look that was on his face echoing in his mind. Looked over to Greece who was packing America's and England's things that they had brought. Greece glanced over to him, "The three of us are leaving, and I advise that you go home before Italy gets overwhelmed." "Why did they hide this from me?" Greece flinched at Spain's question. "Look this isn't like anything you have dealt with before. Romano knew if he told you that you would want to help him." "And what's wrong with helping him?!" Spain asked Greece sharply feeling hurt that Romano was hiding so much from him. "Because you can't help. Knowing what Romano deals with wouldn't change the fact every single day he looks at hundreds of people who are desperate for help. That cry and beg for him to do what he can't." Greece suddenly stood up and grabbed Spain by the shirt forcing him to look into his eyes that instead of looking tired and dull now shined like emeralds full of life. "That torture our sanity. Do not tell me that you could help because you can't." He let Spain go and continued to pack, but now instead of putting the items in the bags carefully he violently shoved them in the bags not caring if they broke.

Spain stumbled away almost tripping even though there was nothing to trip over, he walked to the doorway and cursed under his breath. He hadn't even known what Romano had been dealing with such horrible things, and now Prussia was in trouble and he was still at the house making an ass out of himself. He stormed out of the house slamming the door. He took deep breath of fresh air trying to calm himself down. Typically he would be very calm but everything seemed just wrong in the last few days. How could he not have known about this and how long had Romano been keeping this secret? And Romano was still keeping secrets considering that he wouldn't explain what was with the outfit and the weapons.

He looked at his hands that he without thinking had curled into fists. He relaxed his hands allowing them to uncurl. He held his right hand where Greece hand grabbed him and internally gave himself the pep talk he did every time that he got stressed or upset or depressed to the point that he wasn't acting like himself. It was like a recording he had made years ago when Romano was still just a child. Back then he would say it out loud though, in order to drill it into his mind. "You are a nation of love and life. You are strong and was once a feared pirate. You're different from the nations that would bully the weak. You don't need money to be rich. You don't need to be sad because you have the happiest life. You don't need to be angry because no matter what happens you have yourself. And no one can change that... You can't change because you are what the people look up to. You have to continue smiling so that the people will continue to smile. You can't give up. It's not your choice, it's your job. You are unstoppable because the people believe you are." He were the words he would constantly say.

True the sticks and stones chime was shorter but his pep talk worked better than any rhyme could, and far more true. His heart beat slowed and his tense body finally relaxed. "Keep it together." He mumbled under his breath. He went to the left side of the street, as his steps quickened the smile that always pressed his lips returned.

For hours he would stop nearly everyone he saw and ask if they had seen someone with Prussia's description, which was easy for the fact that it's not often you see someone with silver hair and red eyes. But no one said they had seen him or even thought the may had seen him. He looked around the busy market he walked himself into. So many people were walking around smiling and laughing and looking at the foods wondering what to get. Spain grinned seeing tomatoes thinking of Romano. Getting some fresh tomatoes should lighten things up. He thought hopefully and purchased six from the pretty lady running the stand. He walked around for a couple more hours before deciding that Germany might have already found Prussia and was now waiting for everyone to get back.

He wiped the sweat off his forehead when he could finally see the house again. That took longer than I thought it would. He open the door that thankfully wasn't locked, which worried him a little bit that someone could have gone in and stolen from them while the house was empty. He peaked his head in the door slowly wondering if he would see a stranger, he couldn't see anyone but from the house that should be deserted he felt like there was someone there. He took a deep breath before opening the door all the way and shouting "Is anyone here?!" there was no response. He sigh figuring that he was being silly, but even when he closed the door and went to the kitchen and started to make Pan con Tomate for lunch he still felt like someone was there. He nervously hummed as he grabbed the fresh tomatoes and fondly remembered how excited Romano used to get whenever he made this and chuckled at the idea of Romano getting excited like that then.

He looked at the dish that was now getting cold, his fingers fidgeting. He had been waiting for an hour and no one had shown up. He had a horrible feeling deep in his chest, he felt like he might throw up. Not because he felt nauseous but because he felt like someone had just punched him in the stomach. He decided instead of watching his food that he didn't have the stomach to touch he would watch TV until someone came. He walked into Romano's room where the old and fat TV sat on Romano's dresser. Spain looked around lifting pillows for a while before finding the remote that was oddly hidden under the center of the bed. He hit the power button but it did nothing, the batteries were dead. Spain dropped the remote realizing that he was shaking. At this point he didn't simply feel like someone else was there, he felt like he was being watched. He shook his head trying shoo the thoughts of someone else being there. He hit the power button on the TV manually in hopes that he might be able to free his mind of whatever he was feeling. It was the news. He fell to the ground. His knees had given out from shock.

"It seems that the situation hasn't improved. For those now tuning in just over an hour ago there was a terrible accident in South Italy. There has been a giant leak of the deadliest form of dioxin from a company that makes bug spray. Thousands have already died as it is, almost the entire region is being evacuated to North Italy. It's too much for their government to handle-" The rest of the report fell on deaf ears. Spain couldn't hear anything as the tears welled in his eyes, these kinds of things only happen when something happens to the country. Romano must have been seriously injured or even- he covered his mouth feeling the sickness return. He escaped the room and fled to the bathroom and threw up into the toilet. He violently coughed as his tears fell. He slammed his hand on the handle breathing raggedly. For a few minutes he just sat there coughing trying to keep the air in his lungs. When he finally managed to get steady breathing and grabbed the counter and pushed himself up.

He turned on the water and splashed the cold almost icy water onto his face. He looked up at his reflection, he looked pale and was still shaking. He closed his eyes and exhaled. He still felt as though someone was watching him. Someone was watching him at his darkest moments. "Where are you?!" He shouted in frustration. He didn't care if he looked insane, he just wanted to have the peace that once filled his life back.

Silence. Absolute silence. He couldn't even hear the news anymore. He sighed knowing how he must have looked if anyone had seen him. He lumbered to the kitchen and threw away the Pan con Tomate that had been ignored for so long.

He flinched when he heard the door burst open and ran to the hallway to see who had arrived. Spain gasped at the sight, Prussia and Germany were at the door and both looked beyond exhausted. Germany particularly looked unwell, as though he might pass out. "Could you get us some water?" Prussia asked making Spain snap out of his shock. "Y-yeah." He stuttered and sprinted back to the kitchen. He filled two glasses with water from the sink and quickly walked out to the hallway trying not to spill any. "What happened to you guys?" Spain asked with slight panic filling his words as he handed them their glasses of water, Germany gulped it down immediately making Spain even more concerned.

"It's complicated, but basically the awesome me had to help my bro." Prussia said before swallowing some of the water. He turned his head to Germany who was glaring at the ground, lacking the energy to argue or explain. "West, you should go rest in the living room." Germany turned his head to Prussia and for a moment Prussia thought that he might have to force him to relax but surprisingly Germany sighed and hoarsely said "...F-fein..." and gripped at his throat looking slightly embarrassed about the sorry state of his voice. Spain watched Germany leave them, everyone being silent.

When Germany was in the living room Spain exhaled and closed the front door, "What the hell is going on?" Spain said while glaring at the door. Prussia rolled his eyes "I already told you that it's complicated-" Spain snapped his head to side allow his right eye looking at Prussia, "I'm having a really shitty day and am not in the mood for this. Now I'm going to ask you again. What the hell happened?" Prussia inwardly shivered at Spain's actions. "O-okay just calm down." Prussia waved his hands hoping that Spain would staring at him like that. Spain sighed and shook his head, he then turned to Prussia and leaned on the door. "Erm...Well I can't really remember much, just that I lost control of my own mind and then saw Germany in front of me. We were in some park and I still had no control over myself, I ended up saying thing I would have preferred not to. Germany's voice didn't sound too good and If you can't tell it hasn't gotten better. Walking back here for hours wasn't exactly helpful."

"Does he need to go to the hospital?" Spain asked with concern in his voice, Prussia sighed in relief on the inside. "I don't know, I don't think so." Spain groaned "Can't there be one peaceful moment?" Prussia looked at him confused "What do you mean?" Spain's eyes fell to the ground and the room went silent. "Hey, I told you what I know. Now don't keep me the dark! Whatever it is it can't be that ba-" "Lovino was critically injured, at least." Spain interrupted. Prussia looked at Spain with utter shock. "How do you-" "The news, it's talking about an large accident that happened in South Italy. Which means that something must have happened to Lovino." Spain covered his own mouth. He felt like he might get sick again.

"You should drink some water." Spain looked up at Prussia somewhat surprised by the change in topic, "What about you guys, aren't you hungry?" Spain asked despite the fact that he wasn't entirely sure if it would be a good idea for him to cook. Prussia pointed at himself letting his ego shine through his eyes as he spoke, "The awesome me will take care of it!" Spain smiled gratefully. "Gracias."

Spain watched Prussia enter the living room. Closed his eyes and exhaled, he still felt like someone was watching him. As though someone was right next to him. He grinded his teeth together in frustration, he opened his eyes as he snapped his head to where he felt the eyes were coming from. But there was no one there. He put one hand over his forehead. I'm just stressed. That's all. He thought. He slowly walked to the kitchen and opened the cabinet of cups. He grabbed one of the older ones that had been pushed to the side, and ran the water from the stainless steel sink into it. Gulped it down hoping it would settle his nerves, but to no avail. He sighed and looked out the window above the sink. Stood there for a few minutes letting his mind go through all the case scenarios that could have happened. Until he saw something that made him drop his glass making it shatter on the wooden floor.

He ran to the front door ignoring Prussia's shout "What the hell was that?!" he stopped in front of the door trying to catch his breath. Prussia ran out from the living room "Spain, what's going on?" Spain turned his head to Prussia he huffed a few more times before having enough air to answer. "Italy's car just drove to the house!" Spain exclaimed as adrenaline filled his lungs. The door creaked open and both Spain and Prussia turned their heads to Italy whose clothes which were white when they first saw them were now a dark ugly crimson. Italy looked at Spain his eyes wide open before his knees failed him and he fell to the ground. Spain grabbed Italy's shoulders with fear and worry motivating his actions, "Italy! Italy are you okay?" "...out..." Italy mumbled "What?" Spain asked not having clearly heard whatever Italy had said.

"Get out of my house." Spain's eyes widened in surprise and confusion "Excuse me?" "Get out of my house!" Italy yelled. Spain flinched and instinctively backed away a few steps, the idea of Italy being angry or upset was still a new concept for him. Italy pulled himself back up, his eyes were now closed. But not in the happy and carefree way they usually look; it appeared forced, the way that a person does during a scary part of a movie or roller coaster. Spain gathered his courage and spoke "Feliciano, where's Lovino?" he asked firmly not allowing his voice to be tainted with fear. Italy curled his hands into fists "Get out. Get out now." he spat through his teeth that grinded against each other.

Spain noticed Italy's car, which Italy had left the door open. The convertible's top was up. Which was very strange for Italy, especially on sunny days like this. He could the shape of a body in the backseat. No. Spain squeezed past Italy as his heart beat quickened. No. He ran to the car and swung the passenger door open. "Lovino!" He cried. No.

Translations-

Spanish

Pan con Tomate

Means "Bread with Tomato" It's a dish from Spain that's exactly how it sounds, bread soaked in tomato with some other seasonings.

Gracias.

Means "Thank you." (Why did I even bother to translate that one?)

German

Fein.

Means "Fine."

More Author Notes- Again I'm sorry for slow updates! It can't be helped! And I do plan to give your hearts a rest. Just not yet.