"I called you all here because Spain died this morning. I figured I call a small amount of the worlds countries so there wouldn't that much of an uproar." There was complete silence in the room. Even Belarus looked a little crestfallen. Russia raised his hand, "I saw Spain only a few days ago. He seemed fine and was on his way to Prussia's house." America, for once, looked at Russia without complete hatred in his eyes, and then his eyes drifted towards Prussia. "What are you looking at me for? I didn't even KNOW he was coming to my house, let alone the fact he never got there." Prussia acts like an insensitive bitch, but really, he's grieving. On the inside. On the other hand, N. Italy was crying his poor little eyes out and Germany was trying his best to be as soft and comforting as he could. Romano remained silent, and kept the anger-filled face he had on since he got here. France's beautiful blue eyes turned grey/gray and his puffy blonde hair had gone flat. Russia looked a bit sad too, because before he died, they'd agreed to be comrades, and with Spain dead, there was no way Spain could become one with him. Everyone then turned their attenion to Romano, the person who Spain adored more than anything else.
"What?"
"Well...Aren't you kinda...sad?"
"Of course not! There's nothing to be sad about, bastards. So fuck off."
"What a mouth, Romano-san. Don't you feer the reast bit sad for his unexpected demise?"
"No, so go back to making video games, cunt." Romano was sad, he really was. Mostly because no one was going to clean his room but also because he was closer to Spain then anyone else. Everyone else just thought he was that asshole who hid behind the closest country he could find. Only Spain and his brother ever treated him nicely and didn't try to molest him.
...Well..