3 Months Later…
"Hola? Lovi? Are you even listening to what I am saying to you?" Spain waved one of his hands impatiently in front of Romano's face.
"Hm? What do you want, bastard?" Romano grumbled as he smacked Spain's hand away from his face. "Don't do that, idiot." Romano still hadn't forgiven Spain for that one night three months prior, and would not let Spain anywhere near his bedroom ever again. After that escapade, Romano started to become sick in the morning, always hoping that tomato bastard wasn't around to see that. Spain was always worried about him, but most of the time, he just wanted in his pants.
"You seem to be, a little… out of it." Spain said, looking back at Romano's face. "Lovi…? Are you okay? Your face is a little green…" Romano glared back at the Spaniard, who had a nervous look upon his face.
"Shit, shit, shit, shit!" Romano muttered, feeling the regular sickness coming on, and began to curse at himself for letting Spain into his house this early. "I'm fine; just leave me alone for a bit. Go fuck a tomato." Romano stood up quickly and walked to his bathroom, which was conveniently located upstairs, and as soon as he was out of the Spaniards sight, he began to run up the steps. Spain watched with horror, and stood up, knocking over the table.
"Lovi…?" He squeaked. "Are you okay up there?" Spain stood at the foot of the stairs now, praying that Romano was alright.
"Perché sta succedendoa me?" He heard Romano's cries from the bathroom, and ran quickly up the stairs, tripping over the top step. He scrambled to his feet and ran to the bathroom.
"Lovi?" He opened the bathroom door to see Romano sitting by the toilet, wiping his eyes and mouth, flushing the toilet angrily. "Lovino! Are you okay?" Spain rushed to his side and rubbed his back.
"WHAT KIND OF QUESTION IS THAT? DO I LOOK OKAY TO YOU?" Romano snapped. He stood, leaving Spain to sit on the floor, and began to shout in Italian. "Perché,Dio,perchéhailasciato che accadesse?Che cosa hofattopermeritare questo trattamento?" Romano couldn't help but cry out, and Spain watched in horror.
"Lovi…? You aren't acting like yourself…" Spain stammered. "How long has this been happening?" Romano gave Spain a deathly glare before answering quietly.
"Ever since that one time…" Romano whispered. "But it's nothing. You can leave now, tomato bastard."
Spain's eyes widened, and he looked at Romano. "You need to see a doctor, Lovi. I'm serious." Spain had a good idea of what was going on with Romano, but there was no way that this could happen to him. It was impossible.
"I already have an appointment, bastard." Romano snapped.
"Then I am coming with you Lovi. I want to know what's wrong with you." Spain said boldly.
"What's wrong with ME? REALLY? YOU HAVE SUCH A WAY WITH WORDS, YOU IDIOT!" Romano looked down at Spain with hatred gleaming in his eyes.
"I'm sorry Lovi, but may I still go?" Spain asked, he didn't dare tell Romano how concerned he was.
"I guess you can. But I don't want to deal with any of your shit until then." Romano said. "My appointment is later today."
"Alright Lovi, I guess I'll stay here, and I can drive you there."
"…Fine."
Author's Note: Well, there goes chapter two. I'll start chapter three later, I have some homework to do now. Poor Romano, he's going to have a fun time… I apologize if the characters are a little OOC, this is the first time I have written Spain or Romano.
Perché sta succedendoa me? - Why is this happening to me? In Italian.
Perché,Dio,perchéhailasciato che accadesse?Che cosa hofattopermeritare questo trattamento? –Why, God, why did you let this happen? What have I done to deserve this treatment? In Italian.