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Chapter 7
In and out of consciousness, Romano continued to sway his head. Spain's casual white top was soaked in Romano blood. He dare look at the damage. He kept looking forwards to the path on his way home. As he managed to get home after feeling like he was walking the mile. He quickly put Romano upstairs into his old bedroom switching the light on. Shakily he put Romano on the bed. Again he was unconscious. The top right corner of his eyebrow had dried blood that trailed down his face covering most of it.
Spain went downstairs emotionless and started to fill a bucket up with warm water. Well at least that's what he hoped he was doing. His mind was in a vase..
'why would they do this to poor Romano?..'
he turned off the tap and carried on thinking.. 'he didn't deserve this..' opening the cupboard under the sink he got out a medical box and a cloth.
The air felt as if was taken away as he walked upstairs seeing a damaged Romano laying there. He put the bucket down and rinsed the cloth in the water. Gently he ran it over his closed eyelid removing the blood from it.
Avoiding the cut area he cleaned all the stained blood of his face with delicate stokes. Although Romano unconscious he still felt pain as every now and then as he'll wince.
But never the less he needed to clean it for health reasons, he thought he'll let him know first so he warned;
"Romano?.. Do you know where you are?.. Its me Spain.. I'm going clean your wound.. So its going to hurt okay?.."
He opened the medical box and got out the rubbing alcohol. He hated this stuff with a pure passion.
It hurt like hell.
Adding it onto the cotton bud that was in the medical box and he pressed it to Romano eyebrow. As expected Romano reacted to the sensations and jolted and fought. Spain hushed him being very careful to not upset him too much. Carefully he treated Romano's wounds with gentle strokes, but even with that the alcohol still inflicted pain as his head swayed rapidly. After a little struggle Spain managed to cleanse his wound.
With steri strips he pasted his top of his eyebrow using six strips. Although he looked a lot better and Spain could now see his features, Romano wasn't repaired. Spain looked at the unconscious Romano. His lips where bruised and cracked. Without thinking he ran his finger over his swallow lips.
They where cold and dry, they started trembling, and his breathing aggressively started to rise. Spain hands seemed to mimic Romano's trembling as he put his hand on his forehead. By the feel of the heat projecting off him, he had a fever. Luckily the medical classes did teach him to how to treat them, but it didn't teach him how to stay calm.
He got the cloth again and dunked it in the warm water placing it on his head. Romano was getting worst and Spain was half wondering if he should take him hospital, but he shock the thought out his head hoping it wouldn't come to that.
Suddenly he remembered, he had to tell Italy he found him. He tapped Italy number in and began to explain to him the state Romano is in and about the men. It wasn't long after he made the phone call he heard frantic knocking on the door. Spain walked downstairs and answers the door to a teary face Italy who is clinging to Germany arm who is looking at Italy with concern.
"How is he?" Germany noted.
"Not well, come through, he's upstairs" Spain answers. Italy looked at Spain with a lump in his throat, Germany lead Italy upstairs to where they find Romano beaten and unconscious. Italy let out a shaky sob as he collapses next the bed his brother lied in. His eyes darted examining him. "frantello?" his voice trembled with fear.
Italy stroked his hair and looked at Spain while his lips wobbled. "H-he needs to go hospital Spain!"
"no!" both Germany and Spain agreed. Germany face soften and he put his hand on Italy's shoulder.
Before Germany could speak Spain spoke up. "W-With injury's like this we can't take him to hospital.. w.. we'll countries, our bodies function different" he explained.
Italy face was covered with tears and now a expression of fury. "I don't care!" he darted his head and stared at Germany with his glassy eyes. "I don't care.." he repeated.
"Italy.." Germany ran his thump over his tears.
"His in pain!" Italy screamed clinching to his heart and resting his head on Germany chest. "I-I-I c.. can feel it.. W.. why did they do this to him!? He didn't do anything.. I…its not fair.. A..a.. hospital can treat him better right?.. I-I mean who cares if we get found out his my brother he needs to-"
"ITALY!" Spain suddenly shouts feeling a bit guilty afterwards.
He is his brother, so he has the right to feel angry, sad, and hurt. But he was getting slightly annoyed due to a pounding headache and seeing Romano wounded.
"Look Italy" he rubbed his temples
"he'll be okay. I'm doing a medical course. I know what am I'm doing." He lied slightly, "Plus he hates hospitals lets not distress him." Germany nodded. "Spain's right.. He'll be okay dear." Germany stoked back of Italy head whilst his sobbing died down.
"I think its time to go home" Germany says. Italy nodded in agreement exhausted due to lack of sleep of worrying for his brother.
Before they went Spain asked if Italy could get Romano undressed into something cooler, as he started doing so Spain and Germany left the room.
"Spain, can I speak to you please.." Germany says darting his head towards the stairs. Spain lead the way and went into the living room closing the door. He felt as if he was back at school again. His ice blue eyes narrowed at him.
For a little while he didn't say anything, nether did Spain. He felt he needed permission to at this time.
He wasn't sure what he had done to make Germany look mad at him, but he was going to find out as Germany made a cough to clear his throat to get ready for his lecture.
As he does at meetings..
"You beat them, didn't you?.." At this point when Spain is in trouble he likes to pretend his English isn't good. "excuse me?, I don't understan-"
"Don't pretend you're English is bad Spain.. You know what I'm talking about"
Spain sighs and crosses his arms.
"I didn't hurt them, just scared them.." Germany held his glare at him.
"alright, alright I taught them a lesson. But I didn't really hurt them"
Germany rubbed his temples. "you can't go around fighting people!"
"I did it for Romano!, They deserved it!"
"Never the less Spain remember you're a country! One wrong move, you could blow your cover, or even kill somebody! You need to learn to control your anger!"
"Yes" Spain says obediently. "I know"
"it won't happen again will it?.."
"no.."
Germany nods and on cue Italy makes his entrance wiping his eyes. "I've dressed him c.. can I go home now..?.. I'm.. I'm drained.." Germany gently puts his arm around his shoulder "sure dear.. You go home and rest" Germany politely implies. Germany takes Italy's hand and leads him to the front door. "Oh.. um congratulations on the engagement.." Spain announces before they leave. Italy smiled as much as he could.
"Thank you" Italy replies, Germany nods his head saying his thanks. They both leave hand in hand leaving Spain alone with a sick Romano.
He really didn't know what he was doing. He felt bad lying to Italy.. He walked back upstairs to see Romano was still asleep looking uncomfortable. He kneed down next to Romano bedside feeling the side of his cheeks with the back of his hand. His fever hadn't gone down, and Spain was worried. With him being unconscious it gave Spain less advantage of being able to help. Spain knew the night was going to be long.
Six and a half hours of continuous fanning and forced water down him, worrying about dehydration. Waking him up and making drink water was the hardest part as Romano had no reorganization around him. After restless hours with Spain relief Romano fever starts to break out. Spain sat on a chair at the end of Romano bed and kept close watch hoping his fever didn't come back but while watching Spain felt himself drifting of. Tiredness creeped up on him and took over while he fell asleep.
Pain.
Was all he felt along with fear. The unwanted headache and aching rips where overwhelming and almost confusing. Romano tried calling out but his voice was hoarse, and hardy any sound came out of his cracked lips. He was almost afraid to open his eyes. Worried to were he'll awake from.
"where am I?"
he thought to himself. It took his courage to open his eyes at a creak. But he had wished he hasn't as the sun ray stung his eye's. He tried going slower and this time it wasn't so bad.
Everything was blurred. He examined the room but he couldn't make out shapes. Again he tried to call out, not sure what he was saying or who he was calling, just hoping if he was somewhere bad someone would help.
Romano moved his hand to reach out at the blurred object that was on beside him, but as from then his heart started to race, as for whatever he had touched was cold and it had slipped from out his hand onto the ground with harsh clash! sound making his ears ring and his body jolt.
Everything within that time moved fast.. Another sound came from his left ear. It was a voice. One he recognized. The voice got closer and the person the voice was standing over him a blurred figure of mixed colours of Gray, browns and greens.
The person's words started to become clear.
"Romano? No, no, your okay!. I-its me Spain.. Your aright just focus.. everything fine.."
'why is he saying that?.' He wounded. He hoped he hadn't been crying. It was then he put his hand to his face to feel if he had tears, he noticed his hands where trembling. Starting to come to his senses he realises what the person had just said they was.
'Spain?'
With a sigh of relief he relaxed to know he was safe. Slowly his eye sight started become clearer but his mind was still foggy.
He looked around to see he was in his old bedroom in Spain's house. No idea why he was here though, all he knew he was in a hell of a lot of pain.
"R..Romano?.. How you feeling?." Spain says softly. Romano turned to him who was looking down at him. The sun ray shined of his back and lightened his face.
He looked kind of tired, but at the same time handsome. His emerald eyes locked on his with concern. "Romano?.. Do you know where you are?.."
"Well, judging by your presents and this room.. I'm at your house.." replied Romano. Spain laughed a little but made a sigh of relief. Putting his index finger on his wrist and thumb at the back of his hand he felt his pulse, he asked again. "How you feeling?.."
Spain's hospitality made Romano blush.
"I feel…shit.. Yeah… what happened to me?.."
Spain eyes widen unsure what to say. "R..Romano.. Y..you where.. U..um.."
Romano tilted his head confused at Spain's hesitation while Spain mumbled to himself Romano started to trace back his last memory. The last thing he remembered was sitting eating dinner with his brother and Italy asking how that Potato bastard day was.
It was then it all came back to Romano. Italy telling him about him and Germany are getting married, the argument him and his brother had, him running away, the cold night.. The teenagers ,.. The man.. He put his hand to his mouth feeling sick remembering. Spain stopped rambling.
"Romano?.."
"..t..the teenagers.. And.. The man.." Romano trembled. He looked at Spain with fear "I know.." Spain says with sympathy. Romano shook his head furiously "no you don't know!" Romano blurts while he fought back his tears not wanting to spill them out.
"R-Romano - "..
"d-don't tell me you understand Spain!," Romano yelled hysterically. "y-you don't know what happen-" Without warning Spain had pulled Romano into a soft hug. "I heard them talking about you.. I heard him.. That's how I found you" Spain explained.
"I'm so sorry Romano.." he held him close careful not to hurt him. Romano voice was shaky. "H.. he s.. said he'll k.. kill me.. If I-I-I screamed o-or tried to s-struggle." Spain inhaled a deep breath closing his eyes and shuddering. Spain placed his hand at the back of Romano head to comfort him, but Romano pushed away and out his arms.
"D-Don't Spain I don't need your pity!" After a few minutes of silent's between them both Spain spoke up.. "H-Hey you must be hungry .. I'll make you something.."
"I'm not hungry, I ate before I left my brothers house." Says Romano unknowingly the time has passed.
"Romano.." Spain replies melancholy. "its been four days since you last ate"
A little thrown back Romano sat there undecided what to say, he simply nodded as a gesture in understanding he needed to eat, and with that Spain makes his way downstairs to make him something. Strangely he didn't feel hungry, just pain. Romano put his hand to his chest and flinched.
Flashbacks of that night flickered through his mind like an old movie. Remembering the painful swings they made at his chest.. The burning agony on his sides when they kicked him.. Then that man threatening him.. And kissing him.. and…
He's mind stopped there and he quickly put his hands to his lips and quietly thought to himself.
'That would have been my first kiss if I was willing'
Something inside Romano was punctured. He wasn't the oh-so-romantic-first-kiss-should-be-the-best, kind of person far from it. But something pulled and tugged at his sadness.
Humiliation
maybe that was it.. Well at least is what he put it down to.
Interrupting his angry thoughts Spain comes in the room smiling radiantly like dawn peeking through the night clouds.
If he didn't find it hard to smile he would of done by now, smile.
"Hey~.." Spain charms..
"…Hi.." he greeted back
"I made you some tomato soup, I thought I'll make you something light for your stomach Oh! its freshly made cause I know how fussy you are~"
He put his bowl in front of him on a tray.
"Thanks.." slowly he sipped at it letting the warm soup soothing his throat. He tried to resist licking his lips but failed too. his brother was a great cook. But Spain was a fantastic cook, he could taste the burst of flavour of the indigents.
"Do you like it?" Spain asked smiling like a dork sitting crossed leg on the bed waiting to be praised.
"Yes" responded Romano.. "Spain?" he uttered looking at his bowl.
"Hm?.."
Spain hums a reply. Romano looked the opposite direction and stared at the window.. "T…Thank you.."
"Oh its no problem~ glad you like it!"
"N-not just the food"
Quietly Romano mumbles keeping his glaze out the window. "f…for e.. everything.."
A silent's lingered between both men, Only the sound of the birds singing there merry song and the clock ticking away at the hours passing was present.
"Hey.."
softly Spain emphasized downing out the natural noises around them. With a lot of effort Romano turned his head in his position trying desperately to hide any emotions that might of shown on his face.
Everything that had happened left him feeling touchy.. More open then before, he didn't like the feeling of being exposed in such a state he shamefully showed.
Spain's hand wrapped around his wrist in a gentle grip naturally making his composure worst.
"I was really.. Really worried, Romano.."
Something about Spain's soft tone made him look up, his eyes were filled with worry and sleep deprived.
Shakily Romano swallows his coyness.
"You .. Was?.."
"W-we all was!" Spain pleaded.
"O.. Oh.." added Romano unfazed.
Selfishly he didn't care about "everyone else" 'who was everyone else?.'. His brother?.. Germany?.. 'It wasn't like it was huge search party or anything' he thought to himself.. His brother is naturally going to worry.. His a worry wart.. The only reason Germany would worry is the contraction him and his brother have and whatever happened to him will cause pain to Veneziano.
"Oh! I best let your brother know your awake" Romano groins in response. "hey his your brother you got to let him know!~" Spain insisted. Romano sat himself up more rubbing his temples "I know its just … I don't know.."
Spain pouted at his lack of response and started to dial Italy's number.. On the other side of Spain's phone Romano could hear Italy's frantic speaking but couldn't make out what he was saying.
Not long after Italy had arrived at Spain's house looking withdrawn and tired. "Frantello?.." Italy says shakily..
"Hi" Romano bluntly replies.
Spain winces at Romano unfazed reply, "Romano.." he hisses. Italy looked at his brother hurt unsure what to do. "H-Hi?" Italy echoed. Romano looked up at him.
"I..is that all you have to say?.. H-hi?.."
"what do you want me to say, Veneziano?"
Italy face expression changed. In a fast pace walk he made his way to his brother bed and throw his hand around his face.
Spain reacted and grabbed Romano shoulders as he slumped over "I-ITAL-" Spain began to speak but was interrupted.
"Why did you run away for!?" Italy demanded.
Romano didn't have an answer, but more so he didn't want to answer.
He felt ashamed and embarrassed by his actions.. Maybe he was overreacting about ..everything.
"Do you really hate me t-that much?.."
"No!"
Romano spoke up.. "No, I don't hate you.. I just thought you guys would want to spend time alone preparing, I don't want to be in the way"
Italy wiped his eyes.. "R ..Really? Y-you're not mad at me?.. I.. was so worried Romano! "
Running his hand through his hair Romano sighs, "I'm not mad.. I'm sorry for making you worry.." Without warning, although he should of expected it from his brother, Italy throw his arms around his brother making pathetic little whines pledging how sorry he was for slapping him.
After a while of Italy constant chatting, Italy decides to take his leave "So when Spain 'nurses' you back to health" Italy smirked causing Romano to slightly blush and glare at him.
"You can come back home with us and help me decide what wedding theme I should have!"
Romano nods tiredly.. Italy gave his brother a kiss on the forehead "Ti amo frantello~"
"yeah, you too" Romano yawns"
As Italy makes his leave Spain sits by Romano resting his hand on his own cheek looking at Romano questionably.
"w…what?" Romano asks awkwardly.
"You're really are an mystery aren't you?.." he says lightly.
Romano rolls his eyes. "What on earth you blabbing about?"
"Don't pretend you don't know" Spain replies.
"you could of cut that atmosphere with a knife, seriously what's up? You have been edgy all day about your brother coming."
"Shut up!" Romano says defensively. "Nothing was wrong, Veneziano sometimes gives me a headache sometimes that's all"
Spain sighs. "Romano.. You're not yourself, you don't seem happy about your brother getting married at all, when your brother was talking to you your replies where just, hm,yeah..mhm,okay, Its like something is on your mind.. Romano look at me!"
Romano flinched and looked up.
"see you're hardly paying attention, tell me Romano… what's wrong?.."
Biting his lip Romano looked back down. The truthful answer was he didn't even know anymore. After everything that has happened during the and having a bit of foggy memory, one thing stuck on his mind
His dream, no his nightmare.. The painful words "Unloved, Alone, Useless, Worthless, Nothing." keep replaying in his head.. His real answer to Spain's question was "Everything" but he decided to go with the most told lie everyone tells. He looked up again and answered.
"Nothing, I'm fine.."