Romano was NOT pleased when he woke up. Actually, he was BEYOND displeased and was well into the realm of "Explosively Pissed Off", which caused multiple problems for Spain. Luckily, he was able to find peace for a few minutes to arrange an emergency diplomatic meeting to improve relations with France. At least, that was the label he put on it, and because of Romano's utter terror of France, he got to escape the yelling for an hour or so. They even managed to be moderately serious and forged a tentative trade route. (AN: I'm not basing this off anything, by the way. None of this story has historical basing intended.) However, when he returned home, he was assaulted with a Romano of renewed strength.
"Bastardo! Tell me where the fuck Mom and Shi are!" Romano yelled, hitting Spain with all his childhood might.
Spain sighed. Romano had been like this all day, after waking up alone, without the comforting warmth of his sister next to him. He'd had a freak attack and had screamed so loud that it woke up the neighbors… who came over to give him a good telling-off. "Romano, please…" Spain sighed. "Are we going to discuss this again? I already told you; I don't know where they are." That was technically true; he hadn't told Romano about the fight, just that Ireland and Shiori had left last night and that he didn't know where they'd gone. "And either way, Roma, why is it so hard to accept your mother's disappearance? I understand the bit with Shiori, but… not Ireland."
"Why don't you look happy anymore when you talk about her? You look sad about Shi, but with Mom… you look angry, disappointed, sad… even bitter. What happened?" Romano asked suspiciously.
"Hm? Oh… I miss Shiori. And Ireland and I had some… problems." Spain said, beginning to feel slightly guilty all of a sudden. It was a cold, gnawing feeling, like a piece of ice with teeth was eating his insides. He felt a tiny bit stronger from the new trade agreement with France, and he could feel his economy getting a little better, but he also felt a strange coldness. It was like something was missing… some vital piece.
"Bastardo! Why did Mom take her?! Why, tomato bastard?!" Romano yelled at him, before storming off to his room.