Las Palabras De Amor

by snow-dance

The country of Spain is dying out and there are some things that need to be said and done before Spain disappears altogether. Warning: Short chapters. Like really short.

9. Nine

"Has he not told you?"

When the world meeting finally drew to a close, Romano had sat there, seething. It wasn't because the meeting in particular had been another utter waste of time, though it very well was. It was more of the fact that, despite all that had happened, Romano still held a penchant belief that Spain would ultimately show up.

It wasn't like Spain to not show up, it wasn't like Spain to neither call nor text and it definitely wasn't like Spain to ignore him for days after a mini fight.

As everyone gathered to leave, Romano halted Prussia and France in the hallway.

"Hey," Romano spat. If anyone knew were the foolish Spaniard was, it was them. "Where's the tomato bastard?"

There was an exchange of glances, where sapphire blue clashed with ruby red.

France bit his lip and said, "Mon ami, has he not told you?"

There was something in the way that France said it, maybe it was the tiredness in France's eyes or the tone of his words, but it made Romano's insides grow weak and cold.