Hi Hi! sorry for the lonnnnnnng wait, as soon as I started to write chapter 6 I got the flu and it set me back a bit.. , so I got a bit of a writer's block.. but I manged to finish up chapter with a BIG help from skribble-scrabble beta for me! :'D btw I have been noticing that people where struggling to read this as for the lack punctuation.. I think I messed up the files as I was SURE I added all the speech bubbles in and stuff so sorry for that mistake! (well whatever happened that is!) urgh I hate when you have so much going on at home that you feel really I don't know.. like your head is in Space meh i'm talking to much.. enjoy the next chapter~ leave a review? I love to hear from you all :D 3

Chapter 6

The sun awoke Spain from his comatose sleep. Yawning he rubbed his eyes and he stared at the crack in the curtains. "A new day" Spain was delighted being optimistic as usual. He smiled to himself as he made his way into the kitchen making a coffee, thinking to himself, "Today I will apologise to Romano for being an airhead." Spain finally found out what he needed to apologise for he thought about it all night and went over the conversation over and over.

"I miss my little boy." Of course. Romano didn't want to be treated like a child although he couldn't help it, he cared for him so much that it came naturally to him. Looking at his watch he figured it would be too early for him to phone as Romano would most likely still be asleep as the Italian was known for loving his sleep.

After he made his coffee and drank it he went to have a shower and got dressed for university. He studied Medical care as he always wanted to help people. It was the one thing he enjoyed the most (along with making people smile and laugh.)

During class Spain mind wondered "Romano has become really beautiful." It kept crossing his mind. His eyes would glow a wonderful mixture of amber and green which reminded Spain of sunsets. His skin looked like gold and it looked too expensive to touch. His chocolate colour hair was to die for. Spain often thought his own hair was too dark but Romano's shade was just perfect, the colour every girl tries to dye their hair too. Suddenly Spain pulled himself out the daydream and continued listening to the teacher. As the long day finished, Spain let out a sigh of relief happy to finally get out of class. He looked at his watch for the time which read half past four.

"Romano has to be awake now~" He pulled out his phone and his eyes widened from all the miss calls he had. None were by Romano but by his brother, Italy. Counting correctly that there were over thirty of them. A little worried Spain presses speed dial to phone him back. It took two and a half rings for before Italy answered frantically.

"S-Spain? Where you b-been? N-n- never mind is my brother w- w- with you? I-is he okay? P-Please t-t-tell me his w- w-with you!" Spain could hardly keep up

"N-no he's not with me, Italy what's going o-" before Spain was able to finish Italy started to break down into tears and drop his phone.

"Hello? Italy? He-"

"Hello Spain, its Germany."

As if Spain couldn't already tell by the heavy accent.

"Oh hi what's going on?"

"Last night we told Romano we were getting married and I don't know the reason but it upset him, but anyway as you probably have already guessed he has gone missing"

Spain chest tightened.

"What was the time when you told him about you guys getting married?" Spain asked.

"Around 9:13, why?" Germany replied

He started cussing in Spanish for a while before he could answer.

"Because that would mean his been out all night!"

Germany sounded confused.

"Now Spain we don't know for sure he left at night. He could have left early in the morning." Sighing at Germany lack of knowledge when it came to Romano, Spain began to explain.

"When Romano lived with me as a kid he would get sometimes get so angry that he would wait for me too fall asleep and escape out of the house. But luckily I have sensor lights so the minute he was at the gate the light would turn on and I'd run out of the house to get him. By the time I got there…" Spain chuckled a little. "He would be climbing half way across the gate screaming "I think I can, I think I can!" frantically kicking his legs. It even got to the stage where I would wait for him by the front door and grab him before he could run out ahaha." Reality hit Spain. He had been going on so much about the times he had with Romano that he forgot where he was.

"Um so yeah, he would of left at night" Spain says quite embarrassed.

"… I see" Germany says awkwardly. "Well we looked around early afternoon and we haven't found him. I guess I don't need to ask for you to help?"

'What's that supposed to mean?' Spain said to himself. "Of course say no more, I'll find him. Tell Italy not too worry!"

"Spain" Germany spoke in a solemn tone.

"Yeah?"

"If what you claim about him leaving during the night is true and with this cold weather that we have been recently been having, do you think it's possible that he's…" Germany cuts off the end sentence as they both know what he's getting at.

"No… he's not, he's alive… I know it, and Italy would know if he wasn't!" There was an eerie silence.

"Well, there's no doubt that he's hurt. Italy is really pale and keeps panicking."

Spain nodded. "Thanks for that information; I'll start looking for him now." They both said their goodbyes and Spain started his search. He started near where Italy lived, he searched every street. Nothing.

The air was cold. Although the sun was shining, hardly any heat was projecting out of it.

The sun was starting to set and Spain had been looking for Romano for two hours. "Hang in there Romano, I'm coming." Night fell. Still no sign. Spain had to stop for the night even though he didn't want too but it had been five hours and Spain was becoming hungry and tired. Which made him feel worst because of how Romano must feel, out there all alone. But he had to go home. So he walked home. Arriving home he flopped onto the sofa. The only thing that ran through his mind was finding him he promised himself as he closed his eyes. "I'll find you Romano. I Promise."

It's the following day and Spain was up in a shot, he quickly eats something and drinks his coffee so fast nearly choking on it. He didn't bother with a shower so he got dressed in a causal white shirt and dark jeans. He picks up his jacket and steps in his shoes and gets out the house.

"He couldn't have gone far from where he started." He made his way to where Italy lived and searched around that area. It was quiet as it was morning. Going down what Spain thought was a creepy ally he stopped. He saw something crumpled up in the corner. He went up to it and picked it up and too his horror it was an item of Romano's clothing.

"Why is one of his tops lying here?" Picking it up, he looked around more to find a trail of them and a bag but no Romano. Shaking his head confused putting the clothes in the bag.

"What the hell happened?" People started to crowd the streets as its heading into afternoon when people do their shopping. Spain decided to investigate more; he slings the bag over his shoulder and looks down closely on the floor while people look at him as if he was crazy. Fear strikes him when he saw the small droplets on the concrete floor. Blood. It wasn't a lot but it was there and drips of it were leading to another little ally.

Spain ran he must be here, getting there he sees a metal bin where the blood stops. Still no Romano. He falls to his knees drained and feeling hopeless he puts his head back against the bin and closed his eyes, listening to people make menial chit chat. Then Spain heard them. Loud teenagers standing opposite him.

"So what did you do after we beat the shit out of him?"

Spain's eyes shot open and he quietly hurried over, making himself unnoticed by hiding behind a wall wanting to hear more.

"Shush!" One hissed "don't blurt out things like that during the day you idiot! And well I had a bit of fun. Then I took him somewhere where no one will find him."

Spain's anger rose.

'Calm down. They might not be talking about Romano' Spain tried to tell himself but it was too much of a coincident. One of the teenagers speaks.

"Good, don't want him telling anyone what we did."

"Yeah" the other one agrees. 'He sounds, Older?' Spain thought to himself.

"With his foul mouth you don't know what he will blurt out."

'That's Romano' Spain thought. For sure. Romano is the only one who would still have a foul mouth no matter what situation he was in. He wanted to take them all down at once, since he could anyway. But it was afternoon and everyone would see.

"So I see ya tonight al'rite mate?" says a teenager in horrid gangster slang.

"Yeah see you later kid bring the money and I'll give you more." The older one replies.

"What time?"

"8:30 when it's all dark"

Spain looked at his watch at the current time.

4:10pm

"Excellent" Spain quietly hums. He knew what he was going to do. It wasn't going to be pretty but he was too pissed off to care. He slowly crept away and went home to get ready for the night.

Looking at his watch it read 8:27, he had been there since seven making sure he was not late he wanted to be there before them. Some teenagers had arrived none of them had noticed Spain as he disguised himself to camouflage into the night. He wore a black parker coat that he zipped all the way up. And black jeans. He kept his hood up to keep even more hidden. As soon as all them arrived and they started to talk.

"You got the stuff?" the teenage mumbled as he shivered a little keeping his hands in his pockets.

"Yeah I do" said the man "give the cash then and it's all yours."

The teenager started to go through his pockets to get the money with his friends beside him waiting impatiently.

Spain made his way out his corner and leant on the wall and spoke in a mocking voice.

"Shouldn't you boys be in bed at this hour instead of hanging out with a dirty old man?"

They all jumped and looked over at Spain

"What the fuck!" one of them says as they all mumble to themselves. The man raised his eyebrow.

"And you are?" he asked.

Spain smirked. "I think it's best if you didn't know who I am." One of the teenagers made a tsk noise and made his way over to Spain pushing his shoulder.

"Was that a threat? We ain't scared of you."

Smugly Spain raised his eyebrow amused looking at his shoulder.

"Oh wow!~ didn't think it would be that easy to pick a fight I thought I'll have to throw a few insults in about your mum or something but meh~ I guess I'm the one getting old" With lack of effort Spain shoves the teenager who stumbles to the ground who looks up shocked.

"W-what the?" He gasped as he got back up but Spain had already pushed him back down and stood over him. And chimed in an intimidating tone.

"So what did that guy do? The one you beat the shit out of?" The teenagers other friend then made a leap. This didn't catch Spain off guard in fact it humoured him as he caught the one who made a swing for his chest, Spain grabbed the teen by his arm tossing him onto the floor next to the defeated one. The other teen leaped for his right arm. Spain gracefully moved it causing the thug to make a rather clumsy stumble given Spain the advantaged to swipe up the back of his legs with one kick that made him head first hit the floor. They all laid there groggily apart from two. The man and yet another teenager who stood in a hood with a broken bit of glass in his gloved hand.

"Well what are you waiting for? A-attack him!" the man ordered the teen. He hesitated but made a run towards Spain. Who again makes a fast move grabbing his wrist forcing the teen fingers to unlock around the glass. Spain then decides to pull the teen hood down to revel a trembling blonde teen who only looked only sixteen.

"D- d- don't h-hurt me sir! I never touched the guy I swear I - I just watched!" pleaded the blonde.

Spain let go of his arm.

"Get out of here kid."

With that the kid pelted it and so went the other teens until Spain called out.

"Hang on a minute. What about the big man?~" He said as he looked over at the man who was just about to make a head start but Spain had already pulled him back and was not going to go easy on this one ether. The man struggled as Spain locked him in a tight grip making his hand comfortable around his neck.

"Who was the guy you had a bit of 'fun' with?" Spain mumbled closely to his ear.

The guy was going blue but managed to stay corky as he laughed.

"Why do you want to know?"

"That's none of your concern" Spain says as he tightens the grip more.

"I-I don't know who it is, okay!" the man says in a panic. "Some gay Italian guy I think, with a foul mouth" Spain loosens his grip and the man gasped for air. Waiting for the guy to be able to catch his breath Spain asked him another question. "Where is he?" The man did nothing but smirk which made Spain sigh and grab his hair pulling him backwards. The man made frightened noise as he tried to untangled Spain's fingers from his hair. With no such luck his arms fell to his sides.

"I'm getting tired myself here so which means I'm in a bad mood, So for once in your life be smart, don't make me ask again."

He was now shaking.

"Four blocks down… In the second ally… he's behind the bin. H-he's alive though! .I think… L-l- listen it was those teenagers idea okay, they made me do it!"

Rolling his eyes Spain stood up still holding the man by his hair so he was two feet off the ground.

"I don't care whose idea it was, you hurt someone precious to me. And I don't take that very lightly."

"y-you're not going to kill me a-are you?" He pleaded Spain. Releasing his hair, Spain let the guy drop from that height causing him to cry out in pain, Spain bent down to his level.

"No. I won't kill you… I rather you live in fear hoping our paths never cross" He patted the man's cheek and gave of a warning smile. "Adios~" he begin to walk away from the man leaving him shouting.

"Y-you're not human! What the heck are you?" Spain turned for one last glare at the man. God he wanted to kill him. But he knew he'll be wasting his time getting his hands dirty, his only mission was to find Romano. After a long trek through the night he reached the fourth block. It wasn't a nice place full of garbage and broken glass everywhere, and rats. He turned to the second ally and held his breath and walked towards the opening. Then it hit him. The smell of blood and sweat.

Memories of 1588 took him by storm. The blood that he'd split, the blood that was split, the things he lost. He shook his head to block out the images in his head and ran toward the scent. His heart was beating furiously when his eyes started to fours on what was in front of him. Romano… no… a broken Romano. His body was twisted in an awkward position. His clothes were half undone exposing his chest with a purple/red bruise. His head was bowed to his chest. Spain shook with fear seeing Romano like this, his trousers where drenched in blood. Carefully Spain cupped the two sides of his face and lifted his head up to get a close look at his face and as he excepted blood caked it.

"R-Romano? Can you hear me?" he says in a gentle tone. He stroked his cheek to try to get a response but there was nothing. Panic hit him as he laid Romano down on his lap sitting on the floor with him straightening out his body. With two fingers he placed then on Romano neck to feel a pulse, the relief he felt a small pulse was phenomenal. He pulled off his coat and wrapped it around Romano. He was beyond cold, his finger nails where blue and his lips where blue and swollen. He sat Romano up and rubbed his back trying to give him more air. After a few minutes of pleading and gently patting, he heard a little squeal.

"Romano? S-shush you're going to be okay, alright. I'll look after you you're alright!" With that he picked up a limp Romano whom started to realize the immense pain he was in and whom then continued shriek out in agony.