Romano went wide-eyed and stared into 'Antonio's' eyes. "Y-you're Antonio?"

"Captain Carriedo to you...no one calls me by name." he said and let go off Romanos shirt, "Now that I probably shouldnt have given up my identity, you are you?" Romano barely even heard him ask the question, he was to busy trying to decifer that this might actually be his Antonio. The same Antonio that had faded away long ago. No...not the same Antonio. Just like the Spaniard had said, he wasnt him...

Romano was brought out of his thoughts by the brunette lightly tapping his cheek. "Helllloooo? Anyone not stupid in there?" Oh this kid was getting on Romanos nerves..."Bastard I'm not stupid!"

"Then why didn't you answer my simple question?" he asked, quirking an eyebrow. "What?"

"Yup. Stupid. I asked what your name is stupid." Romano narrowed his eyes...and slowly counted to ten in his mind...

"My name is Romano...you aint getting no fucking last name. I aint that stupid..."

"Okay...Romano," Antonio said, testing Romanos name out, "Romano, Romano...you have the same name as my little henchman at home..." Romano mentally sighed and thought, 'Because I am him bastard.'

"Huh that's weird..." he trailed off not really wanting to talk about him, but find out if this is the real Spain. "Anyway, sit. We're going to be here for a while..." Antonio eyed him curiously and cautiously sat down in front of him. "Why..."

Romano shrugged and stared into his eyes once again, "I just wanna talk...so...if you're Captain Carriedo.."

"I am. Why do you doubt?" Romano glared at him, "Dont interrupt me. As I was saying, if you're Captain Carriedo, when's your birthday..." Antonio gave him a weird look and replied, "February 12..."

"Hn. Whats your...favourite food?"

"None. I hardly eat..." The Italian blinked a few times. "Hardly eat? Are you fucking kidding me?" Antonio shook his head and Romano sighed, "Whatever, favourite colour?"

"Teal..." the younger simply answered and then seemed to be thinking, "And red...I always did like the color red..." Romano rolled his eyes and continued, "Alright next.." he thought for a moment and then decided to make things hard, "Whats the name of Antonio's ship he used for everything BUT the Armada?"

"What? Thats an easy one. I think I know my ship, its Victory of Spain..."

'La victoria de España? So that's what it was...' the older thought and said, "Who beat the Armada?" At that, Antonio's eyes darkened and he looked away, not saying a word. Romano furrowed his eyebrows and clapped twice, "Oi. Answer..."

"H-he did..." his voice wavered a bit, as if he were on the verge of tears and Romano instantly felt guilty. 'Why is he acting like this about it? He usually used to just smile and answer but have a dark look...what the fuck...' then, he couldn't help but ask, "What year is it?" Antonio looked at him, eyes a bit shiny, and said, "1588 o-of course..."

Oh. Fuck.

"Um...Captain...we have a problem." said the Italian, standing up and pulling Antonio up with him. The teen looked up at him and rubbed one of his eyes, "W-whats the problem?"

"It's not 1588 stupid..." Romano said, eyes starting to water as everything started catching up to him. "What of course it i-" he was cut off by Romano nearly picking him up in a bone crushing hug, the Italian starting to silently cry. "F-fuck it is you!" he said and hugged tighter, making the younger grunt and struggle, "G-get off me! Pysco!" Romano shook his head but loosened his grip, "N-no! Holy shit I cant believe this is you!"

Then he pulled away, holding Antonio by the shoulders, "I...cant believe this is you..." he said, looking the Spaniard over in amazement. He was a lot shorter than himself now, instead of Toni being an inch shorter, he was now at least a foot and a half. He also had slightly darker hair and brighter eyes, he also appeared scrawnier...well he was a teenager after all. Just as the Spaniard started feeling uncomfortable under Romanos gaze, said Italian grabbed his hand and started dragging him away.

"Whoa wait!" Antonio said, resisting. Romano glanced back at him, "What is it you wonderful jackass?"

"Where are you taking me?! And WHY are you taking me?!" Romano rolled his eyes and scoffed, "Relax Toni. I'm taking you to my house so you wont hurt yourself out here. You obviously have no idea whats going on let alone anywhere to go..." Antonio stared at him, no longer resisting as he was dragged through the hidden entrance, "...What?..."

Romano sighed, "Me. Take. Home. You. Safe. You. Stupid." The younger pouted slightly at being called stupid, "I'm not stupid!" Romano looked back at him and kinda smiled, "Yeah ya are dumb ass." and then opened the door and dragged Antonio inside, closing the door and pushing the Spaniard into the kitchen. Said Spaniard looked around, seemingly fascinated with just about everything. The Italian snickered and sat Antonio down at the table, "We've gotta get you caught up with the times bastard." When Antonio gave him a questioning look, he added, "It's not 1588. So I need to catch you up."

Another confused look.

Romano sighed and then got an idea, "We need to go see France and Prussia..." Antonio perked up and nodded, "Yeah! I would like to see them again...not so much Francis though..." Without a second thought, Romano left his brother a note and grabbed his car keys and dragged Antonio out to the car and forced him inside. Getting in, he started the car making the Spaniard jump and panic. 'Jeez has Toni ever been in a car before?' Romano thought. "Relax dumb ass." he muttered and then drove off with Antonio trying not to freak out on the way.

Dragging Antonio out of the car and to the door, he called out Frances and Prussia's names and then pounded on the door. "OPEN UP YOU ASSES!"

"MEIN GOTT ROMANO WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT?!" an (awesomely) aggravated (awesome) Prussia shouted as he opened the door, glaring at the Italian. "I'll explain in a minute chicken bastard."

"Gilbert? Wow...you've gotten taller..." Antonio said, looking the Prussian (NOT German) up and down. Prussia looked at the Spaniard and went wide-eyed. He'd notice his long gone friend any day. "T-Tonio? I-I thought you faded..."

"Yeah he faded, not died dumb ass." mumbled Romano, earning a glare from the elder man. Prussia looked back at Antonio and picked him up bridal style and nuzzled him. "Oh my totally awesome friend I missed you so much holy shit man!" he said and walked away from the door, "FRANCE! WE'VE GOT A MIRACLE!" Then there was a thud upstairs followed by a "Mon deu Gilbert..."

Antonio made a weird face at being picked up and an even weirder face at being nuzzled and Romano tried so hard not to laugh as he followed the Prussian inside and closed the door. France ran downstairs and when he spotted Toni, he froze and went wide-eyed. "T-Toni?"

"You guys act like it's so weird to see me..."

"It kinda is Toni-"

"Also...dont call me Toni..."

"To bad I'm calling you Toni dumb ass. You aint a Captain anymore. Anyway, it is weird for them, any one, to see you. You kinda er...faded...and everyone apparently thinks reincarnating means dieing. So technically they think that their friend just arose from the dead." Romano explained and Antonio slowly nodded in faint understanding but then let out a sound of surprise as France tackled both him and Prussia, crying tears of joy.

"Oh mon ami! I've missed you so much!" he exclaimed as he snuggled Antonio close to him, making the young Spaniard feel really weird for in his 'time period' he and France didn't get along very well...

"Guys guys get off me!" exclaimed Antonio as he attempted to escape but the other two members of the Bad Touch Trio wouldn't have that, hugging him tighter. "Guys seriously..."

"Non! We're never letting go!"

"Well too bad I need you're help," Romano said, pulling Antonio over to him away from the two, "and I need it now." France pouted a little at Toni being taken away and said, "Help with what?"

"Well this bastard can't remember anything...I thought it was obvious..." Prussia looked at Antonio as did France and then they looked at Romano. "Is that why he's not speaking English?" asked Prussia and Romano nodded, "Si, he thinks its 1588 and refuses to speak English because-"

"Of La' Angleterre...that makes sense. Gilbert and I were forced to learn Spanish because of it..." France cut the Italian off, causing said Italian to glare at him. "Exactly and its stupid because he-"

"Stop talking about me like I'm not here dammit..." whined Antonio and folded his arms in annoyance. Just as Romano was about to say something, his phone went off. Answering it, he said, "Ciao?"

"South Italy."

"...Who the fuck is this?" asked Romano, narrowing his eyes. "You honestly don't remember me?" the voice on the other line trailed off, "I'm España's boss."

Spain's boss? What the hell did he want?

Fail ending...is fail. But yeah, I was supposed to have this out like...two days ago. /shot