A/N mystmoon: Reviews, reviews, how I love them! They encourage me to keep updating!
Alix Cohen: Thanks for the new translations! Neither of us knows any Spanish, so any help is appreciated!
Prittymiddy: Thank you ^_^ it's good to know we haven't confused anyone with doctor who terms yet
EspeonSilverfire2: No problem, it always annoys me when authors expect you to find translations on our own. I opted for French too! (But over German not Spanish)
Axxi: Thank you! Good to know that the Spanish is still correct after my tentative edit!
A/N: hey all Samstar1990 is writing again- I want to apologise for my lack of knowledge in Spanish my school decided French was more important for some reason even though i had a different opinion. But I adore Spain's character and jumped at the chance to write his stuff and the italies cos i love both of them so please enjoy
The TARDIS once again slowed down and stopped with a jump. America grabbed Spain by his collar and dragged him outside.
"Hey! Hey!" Spain yelled "Try being more gentle and ask me." The Doctor did wonder why America was in such a hurry to drag Spain off
"Look, if Romano is the one in this time zone, then surely Spain is the one who will know, right?"
They both stood dumbstruck by this comment. "What?" America asked seeing their looks of disbelief
"You came up with that on your own, America?" The Doctor asked. When he nodded, the Doctor smiled "and I thought you were a run-in-with-guns-blazing kind of guy"
America blinked "Hey!" he yelled suddenly realising he was being insulted "I am smart! I have a space programme! I put guys on the moon!"
Both Spain and the Doctor agreed on this and shrugged. America had a good idea so they decided to roll with it. At the same time they were instantly coming up with their own 'back up' plans, purely for a just in case scenario. Yeah…
The small boy rolled over and groaned. His head felt like he had a brick thrown at it. He opened his eyes then regretted it, quickly shutting them.
"Veh~" he heard in his mind.
"Fratello?" he spoke in his native tongue. In his mind he saw a tall male waving a small flag. Who was that man? It felt like he was his brother, but that couldn't be right...his brother was no where near him at the moment, he was in another nations home. Not to mention the fact the man looked way too old to be his brother
"Veh, Romano, come on, Germany said he was gonna cook and I really want you two to get along" The idea of this 'Germany' cooking for him suddenly left a bitter taste in his mouth.
"NO, I am not eating with that potato sucking bastard, do you hear me?" he found himself shouting and was angry, pure anger and he didn't know why, was this Germany really that bad?
"I can hear you Romano, but I am not too happy about the language you are using" this voice was new and seemed to sing. It was detached from the strange swirling images and instead came from near him, making him realise he was dreaming. He gritted his teeth and forced open his eyes to meet the teenage boy hovering over him, a wet cloth in his hand. He smiled relieved, but judgingly still a little unpleased with the language Romano had used while screaming in his sleep.
"Spain..." Romano growled and the boy smiled, just happy the boy was making noise at all
"I was so worried when I found the bookcase had fallen on you" Spain smiled, checking the bandage secured around the young boys head
"Bookcase?" Romano asked, suddenly hissing at the painful memory of the offending wooden object in question falling on him as Romano fell into it. He suddenly looked at the ceiling, feeling the strange older male in his mind fading away, something was telling him to hold onto it, but he ignored it. If he had bumped his head, he would be having wierd dreams, right? Spain picked up the boy and held him close. Romano went to reject the teen's affection, but he stopped before he could even move his arms, instead he accepted it, gripping onto Spain's clothing and burying his face in Spain's chest. Something in the back of his mind told him he would regret it if he rebelled
Spain was taken back a little. Then he smiled, maybe his new help was finally accepting him, holding him close he carried him out into the garden and sat down under the golden glow of the warm afternoon sun.
Romano snuggled up aginst Spain's front as he sat on the teens lap, enjoying the closeness of someone else, a sense and aura of protection made Romano feel happy. The peace and quiet caused by this was nice, Romano actually felt himself smile. He saw Spain reach forward, then hover a tomato in front of him. Romano blinked and took it, he bit into it and blushed. It was so good. He munched happily. Spain started humming under his breath and sat back in the chair
"You can spend the rest of the day relaxing, little one" he smiled, obviously still worried about the bump on Romano's head, but he managed to maintain his composure so he didn't panic and smother the child. Romano looked up at Spain who smiled, then lay his head in the chair back and drifted off into sleep then down at the tomato he was enjoying. Maybe this would all be alright. This life sounded nice to him, it was appealing and Romano found himself wanting to take it.
America and the Adult Spain were hanging over the wall of the garden. Spain looked serious at the two in the peaceful scene, although he knew he should leave it alone since they both seemed happy, he knew this wasn't what he remembered, this was new and that could be dangerous.
"I don't understand..." Spain spoke in a low voice "This isn't how Romano acts..."
"Dude, I was thinking the same thing... what is up with that... it's like he feels guilty or something"
Spain went white and slid off the wall to where the Doctor was waiting, a harsh wave of realisation had hit him and he shivered in the aftershock. America joined him
"What's up dude?"
"Romano...could he possibly be feeling guilty..." Spain hugged himself "About how he acts... about how he is towards me?... so he is changing himself?"
At this the Doctor jumped up, waving his arms in front of his face "No, no, no, no, no, if he does that it could change the whole of history itself!"
Spain nodded, he knew the Doctor was right, suddenly felt his own memories changing, and although he prefered the warm, smiling face of Romano in his mind... he was worried if this meant he would lose him. And that scared him.
"Then, let's totally go in there and get him!" America laughed at his...erm genius...
"Ok, America, enlighten me" The Doctor once again placed his hands in his pockets
"We just totally do the same thing we did when we got England back!" America winked at the Doctor
"England?" Spain asked, snapping out of his self inflicted trance "You got him back? So where is he?"
"Long story" The Doctor cut him off, knowing that if America had the chance he would tell them in every little detail. America smiled proudly.
"Yeah, totally jumped the wall, grabbed him from under these guys' noses, and sped off with him!" America laughed, completely oblivious to the anger this would cause.
Spain looked shocked, jumped backwards and shook, while pointing at America accusingly "THAT WAS YOU!"
America blinked in confusion, taken back by the Spaniard's shouts.
"DO you realise it took me and France 5 hours to find him! You left him on his own! He was terrified!" Spain was pacing furiously glaring at America who was cowering behind the Doctor "Not to mention the punishment we got for running off! America, try thinking for once in your life" Spain was almost growling, then he stopped and sighed "You are going to make up for this America" He folded his arms and stared.
The Doctor turned his head loosely to America "So, you wanna charge in there still?"
America laughed a little, clearing his throat "Of course!" and with that he leaped over the wall.
The Doctor began to ponder; he knew this would not work and this only back up his thought process when he turned to see Spain smiling "And why are you suddenly so happy? Use your happiness charm on yourself?"
Spain shook his head and held up his hand, counting down on his fingers "Cinco… cuatro… tres… dos… uno"
At that moment there was a scream, as America came running out the front of the house being chased by the teen Spain, holding what appeared to be cooking equipment, he was yelling all sorts in Spanish but didn't give up the chase. The doctor blinked and turned to Spain, who was climbing the wall, taking a similar route to the American before him.
"You knew that was going to happen?" he asked, surprised by the devilish streak in the calm, happy-go-lucky man. Spain smiled back
"Si" and disappeared over the wall
Romano screamed as a stranger grabbed at his arm, dropping the tomato to the floor. Spain awoke with a start and yanked Romano close to him, standing up and glaring, growling at the stranger.
"Erm hey dude… mind if I talk to the little guy a moment?" he spoke, somehow sounding familiar to Romano. The image of fast fried food sprung to mind, although Romano had no idea what the food was, he shook his head and the images vanished.
Spain reached into the open window to the kitchen whilst slowly placing Romano down at the side of him, ushering him behind him. He smiled warmly down at Romano.
"Stay here…I will be right back" and with that launched himself at the intruder who screamed in a very girly manner and rushed away as Spain defended Romano, thrusting random cooking implements in a very deadly manner.
Confused at the event that just played out in front of the small boy, he turned to where his tomato fell, as he walked over to it he never noticed another man appearing from the garden, he smiled and picked up the fruit, he knelt in front of Romano, looking at him with caring eyes. It looked like Spain but older, and somehow even though it didn't make sense in Romano's mind, something inside him told him to accept it, so he did.
"Stop this, Romano"
"Stop what?"
"I don't care if you're the queen of the world…you're Romano… and I would care for you no matter what language comes out of your mouth, or how much you fight and lash out" The older Spain dusted off the red fruit and offered it to Romano, smiling
"Are you sure?" Romano asked a little confused. This Spain seemed knowledgeable, and suddenly Romano felt a surge inside him. Something was trying to get out.
"I am sure, now come on…we don't belong here"
At this, Romano took the tomato; he accepted the surge and tried to expel the feeling. The small child fell over backwards and was shaking violently. Spain went wide eyed wondering what was happening; a little scared he watched as the boy split in two and both the younger and the older Romano fell over completely exhausted. Laughing, Spain scooped up the older Italian and held him close, terrified he would disappear again. But why did Romano split on his own?
"Let go of me…I can walk myself ba-" Romano made a weak protest and Spain covered his mouth
"Manners, mi tomatito" he motioned to the younger one. Romano rolled his eyes and let Spain carry him across the garden and over the wall. It wasn't like he had to energy to argue anyway, and Spain seemed to know more about what was happening then he did. Before he slid down the tree, Spain turned his head to look back.
"Look, Romano…" Spain smiled and the boy in his arms made an effort, lifting his head to look. The teen Spain had returned panting and was laughing at the younger Romano's protests until he fell, exhausted. The teen Spain dropped his weapons that seemed bent out of shape in panic and caught the small child, holding him close to his chest. He had a worried look on his face and he was checking the bump on his head
The older Romano couldn't help but smile.
Spain stood in front of the TARDIS "Now, Romano…this will shock you"
Romano, who was now walking, with Spain's help of course, scowled "I do not know what on earth could be so amazing about a telephone box and HOLY!" he stood inside, mouth wide open, Spain holding him up. The Doctor was stood by the console, studying the analysis, he peered over
"You got him?"
"Yeah, he collapsed though, and we were not near this place" Spain added, asking a silent question
"Well, it is exhausting being dual minded, a person can split if both minds in the body are willing to do so, the TARDIS acts as a catalyst and pulls the two being apart however, it pulls on the conscious that shouldn't be there so all the exhaustion and side effects are thrown onto the other" The Doctor studied the Italian up and down as he talked
"Hey, make your eyes wander somewhere else, you pervert!" Romano screamed at him, mistaking it as the Doctor checking him out
"Where is America?" Spain butted in helping Romano over to sit by the console. The Doctor pointed at a lump in the corner, groaning and covered in bruises
"I went after him and managed to convince you that he had mistaken Romano for someone… but by the time I got there, you had already punished him" the Doctor laughed "Really should learn not to get distracted" remembering how, even though he could do it anytime, he still felt the need to speak to the locals and do some shopping.
"Spain, you can be brutal dude…" America spoke in a huff, groaning from pain.
"Right!" The Doctor called their attention "Since I don't want to have nations bickering while I am trying to work, I am taking you two back to the present" he turned to the consoles and began to make the journey back before anyone could protest.
Spain wasn't paying attention, he was thinking about a certain pact…as it suddenly occurred to him why someone broke it, claiming it never happened.
Once again the TARDIS appeared in the meeting room.
"Well, it was a pleasure to meet you, Doctor" Spain shook the man's hand "Say thank you, Romano"
Romano instead stared daggers at him until Spain nudged him "Thanks…"
America now back and up again rushed over and smiled "Yo Spain, I forgot to say, Canada likes your churros dude, so go make him some, ok?"
Spain's eye lit up "That I will do!" he turned and headed out the doors overexcited that someone was complementing his food. Romano went to leave, when he stopped and turned to look at America
"Just because I screamed doesn't mean I was scared…you took me by surprise" He protested, blushing. America laughed
"Sure dude, sure"
Romano, scowling in annoyance, turned and stopped. His heart dropped as he heard a crackling noise coming from the outside of the police box. The Doctor turned on the spot, his face dropping into panic "No!"
The Doctor rushed to the door and opened it, revealing Spain curled up on the floor, lightning bouncing off him like he was made of metal. He appeared to be in a lot of pain and was shivering
"Spain!" Romano rushed forward, only to have his collar grabbed, feeling himself being flung backwards. He landed on the floor and his gaze jerked upwards to see the terrified face of the Doctor
"You stay in here!" The Doctor ordered, turning to Spain "I'm sorry, I didn't think this would happen!"
Spain looked over at The Doctor "Está bien….I was too rash as usual" he laughed and looked at the Italian, who was on the floor and holding back tears completely terrified "Take care, Romano…I will see you soon…I may just not know it is you…" he trailed off as his body was enveloped in light and swallowed by another rift.
Romano went nuts and grabbed the doctor, shaking him "What the fuck just happened, you bastard? What did you do?"
The Doctor wrapped his arms around Romano and pulled him into a embrace and held him there until Romano stopped resisting and broke down in tears "It seems this time is affected by a massive amount of rift energy…anyone affected by the rift cannot return to this time as of yet…" he voice was shaking, feeling of guilt and anguish breaking up the words as they left his throat "I am sorry Romano, I'm so sorry, but if you step out this TARDIS into this time, the same thing will happen to you"
"But why?" America asked, also in shock of what happened to Spain. The Doctor pushed Romano away gently and closed the doors. Romano was, very uncharacteristically, in floods of tears but no matter how much he tried to stop, they kept flowing.
"For now…we have to keep looking for the other countries… once we have a few more, I should be able to find the cause…" He walked over to the console slowly and took a few moment to look at the screen on the desk, he then looked over his shoulder to where Romano had planted himself into the ground, feeling guilty that he had not predicted what would happen to Spain he spoke "Romano, we will find Spain I promise but for now…I will need your help"
Romano turned his head, his eyes red from crying. The Doctor pointed to the screen. Sheepishly, the Italian moved over and looked at the screen
"What do I do?"
"I am gonna put us into the time stream so we can find the other countries faster, I just need you to watch that screen and tell me if anything comes up…ok?"
Romano was silent for a few moments, then he turned his head to the doctor slightly, and nodded before stared at the screen, still a little in shock.
"Dude, why can't I help?" America pouted, standing by the doctor as he started up the TARDIS
"Because you're not the one who needs distracting…" The Doctor told him in a whisper, looking at him with a serious look on his face. America went silent and listened as the engine started again and they were thrown, once more, into the time stream.
And with that I, mystmoon, am taking back control, but Sammy will be writing more chapters later on (my laziness knows no bounds) If you want to write a chapter, message me for the list of prompts, we still have plenty left that need doing!
Translations:
Fratello-Brother (Italian)
Cinco… cuatro… tres… dos… uno-Five…four…three…two…one
Si-Yes
Mi tomatito-My little tomato (Thanks again for this, Alix Cohen!)
Está bien-It's alright