Author's Note: Here comes chapter four, which are all coming out on the same day, since I'm on Mid-Winter Break and I want to get as much of this done before school starts again on Monday. I never thought that this would get so many hits as it has. I am so happy, thank you all so much! I really appreciate it! Also, thank you for all the reviews with critique and all the reviews in general. It really helps me get the characters down, which I've been finding a struggle since I have never written a story involving Spain or Romano before. Anyways, I give you chapter four!
"Lovi, are you going to open the door? Or are you going to let me stand out here?" Spain banged hastily on the door, and there was still no answer from Romano. Spain instantly become worried and banged on the door louder. "Lovino Vargas! Open this door! You know I have a key to get into this house!" When there was no answer again, Spain dug around for his key and pressed it into the lock. When the door finally unlocked, (he couldn't turn the key his hand was shaking so violently) he barged into the house. "Lovi?" He knew the Italian was home, for his jacket and shoes were lying on a chair, which had been knocked over. Spain bound up the stairs to see Romano's bedroom door locked and the lights on underneath the door. "Lovino! What is wrong? Open the door!" Spain shouted as he banged on the door restlessly.
"Go away, tomato bastard." Romano murmured. "I don't want to deal with you right now." Spain could hear Romano sob from behind the door, and looked around the room, searching for a spare key. Spain ran to the bathroom and found one underneath the multiple combs and such Romano had. He ran back to Romano's room and quickly unlocked the door. There was Romano, sobbing like a child, hugging his legs tightly to his chest. "Lovi! What's the matter?" Spain ran to Romano's side, who was still sobbing in self pity. Spain remembered when Romano would act like this as a child, and smiled faintly at that. He quickly shook the memory from his mind and focused back on Romano. "Why are you even here, bastard? You're just going to leave again." Romano took one look at Spain and broke into more sobs. Spain instantly looked at Romano, a hint of anger gleaming in his eyes.
"Lovi, I am here for you, and I always will. You know that I love you, and I love this baby too. I know I don't stay nights, but I always visit." Spain tried his best to comfort the sobbing Italian, who was acting nothing like himself besides the constant insults that came from his mouth.
"Tomato bastard, you never stay…" Romano wiped his eyes angrily before looking back at Spain, whose eyes were beginning to tear up as well. "I don't know what the hell I'm doing anymore." Romano sighed as the tears rolled down his cheeks again. Why couldn't he just stop crying? "Why don't you just stay here? I'm confused with all of this shit." Spain gave a small chuckle, for Romano always had a way of working swears into his sentences.
"Do you want me to stay?" Spain asked, for he didn't want to upset the Italian anymore, guilt racking on his conscience. He knew that he could stay if he wanted to, but he never thought Romano would want him there. Romano had a more unique way of displaying emotion, and Spain wished that he could have figured Romano's ways by now, but he still hadn't. "You don't seem to want me here, Lovi. If you want me to, I will stay here." Spain wanted to help as much as possible, and he it made his heart ache that Romano didn't seem to know that. He wrapped his arm around the littler nations shoulder and whispered quietly, "I'm always here."
Romano looked back up at Spain with tear filled eyes, and began to cry again. Spain sighed and hugged Romano tightly, who seemed to never stop crying. "Don't leave me…" Romano sobbed. "I don't want to you to." Spain cradled the smaller nation in his arms, and let Romano let out all of his emotions.
"I'll stay here then." Spain said, "I'll be here as long as you want me to be."