I'm sorry, guys, if these two seem a little OC-ish...
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Spain cried the entire night that night. When the sunlight finally managed to force its way through his blinds, he sat up. He groaned as his head ached, like he had a hangover. In his opinion, he kind of did, but not an alcoholic one, a break-up hangover. He rubbed his eyes, which he also found them sore and ginger to touch. He sighed and got up, stretching his cramped muscles. Another tear managed to leak out as he headed for his bathroom to wash his face. He was met with a very puffy, green eyed man looking back at him in the mirror. His hair was more awry then usual and his eyes sagged. Spain blinked. This man wasn't him, was it? Did he really look like this or was it a hallucination? He shook his head and then he rubbed his eyes, looking at himself again. He wasn't hallucinating. Now he realized how important England was to him. He splashed himself with cold water and headed downstairs to make himself breakfast.
As the day slowly dragged on, Spain became more and more gloomy, which was unusual for him. Maybe England was right. Maybe he was too happy for his own good. Maybe he should move to England. But then he remembered what England had said. He remembered at that moment that England had broken up with him. His tears flowed quicker than before. He collapsed on the couch and cried himself to sleep.
When he awoke, he felt another body cuddled against his. He shifted a bit, trying to see. The other person shifted too, and then he felt a pair of lips against his forehead. He froze, in which the other must've felt his shock, because his forehead was kissed again. Spain still had no idea who the other person was, so he struggled against their hold, trying to look at them.
"Antonio, shh," a voice whispered in his ear. Spain shook.
"A-Arthur?" he cried in a hushed voice.
"I know...I'm sorry for everything. I didn't mean any of the things I said, especially when I said we were breaking up. I was too upset last night, as I can see you were as well," he whispered. "Spain, I don't want to leave you, nor do I want you leave me. Please forgive me." Spain paused and then nodded, hugging England back tightly.
"G-Gracias, Arthur," Spain whispered "for coming back." England smiled contently and hugged him back, kissing his cheek.
"You're welcome, Spain. I'm glad I came back. I didn't know what I would without you."
"I'm glad you came back too."
"I'm sorry for being such a jerk to you yesterday," England whispered.
"I'm sorry too," Spain whispered back. England held onto Spain, rubbing his back lightly. England then pulled away and kissed him. Spain smiled and eagerly kissed him back, feeling like it's been forever since he felt those sweet lips against his own. England seemed just as hungry for Spain's own mouth as they battled to explore the other's, acting like it was their first kiss all over again. As they pulled away, England locked eyes with Spain.
"Move in with me," he said. Spain nodded and smiled happily, hugging England tightly again. England sighed happily in relief as he hugged the Spaniard back.
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Well, here's the next chapter! Please review!