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We are so so so super sorry that we didn't post last week! I (Sammy) have been traveling a shitload so I've been like the worst co-author ever! (We were both traveling. And not the worst co-author...-Sam) So, next week around the time we post I'll be traveling again and I won't be back until a week into August so I'm not sure how good we will be about updating. But we'll try!

Disclaimer: Hetalia owns the characters! We just play puppet master! But we do own the plot!

Warning: So you get all of the murder warnings. So for now on, I'm putting *! where it might get too gory. But that won't go before murders or anything. Just where it might be too descriptive for some people to handle.

There isn't any violence or anything on here, though. Sorry to the people expecting gore and murder and instead being given plot development XD

3:45 PM

Spain had left an hour ago, after comforting Romano enough to leave him. Romano was scrubbing clean the pans once again, paranoia and regret eating him alive, though he was not really regretting the cannibalism part too much. 'Well, it was pretty fun and Feli was great...' After setting it back down in the sink on the dirty side to wash again, he turned to the floor. It was cleaner than when he moved in, but he bent down to scrub it once again, just to be sure.

After yet another twenty minutes, drenched in sweat even though he'd changed clothing not too long ago and tears streaming down his face, he pulled himself together. 'Spain can't be gone too much longer.' He thought to himself, knowing that his boyfriend should have been back by now. "Damned tomato bastard can't even change his clothes right. It takes him an hour, twenty minutes and thirty-nine seconds just to switch into a clean version of the same clothes he always has on." Romano starts muttering and pacing. 'What if they caught him? Worse, what if he was betraying me this very second, turning me in!?'

"Sorry, sunshine, but did you say thirty-nine seconds specifically?" Spain laughs, popping up out of nowhere, surprising Romano enough that he swings his arms out as if an act of defense, although Spain was on the other side of the room.

"N-not that I was counting! I could just tell because of the clock!" Romano sputters, pointing to a small digital clock on the counter that, of course, has no seconds count. Spain lets it slide, walking over to Romano and wrapping his arms around his lover, kissing him softly as a greeting.

"Are you ready to work on our story?" Spain asks, worried Romano will freak out again but keeping his face cheery.

"Yes, yes, I -uh- we could say he ran away? We could forge a letter? Or uh... I don't know what we are going to do!" Romano mutters, blushing from the pressure. As he started to realize they really didn't have a plan at all, he started to get overwhelmed again and panic. He stood up, pulling away from Spain's embrace.

"Shh, here's what we'll do. We are just going to say we don't know where he is, he left this morning and then we never saw him again. And if- And when we continue eating people, they'll make their own assumptions." Spain says calmly, although Romano doesn't seem comforted. "Okay, sunshine?" He asks, attempting to get the attention of his distraught boyfriend so he can comfort him.

"Sunshine? Why have you been calling me that? Is that sarcasm because-"

"Roma, don't read into it so much. It's because you remind me of the song 'You Are My Sunshine'. Now calm down, everything will be fine." He just tiled his head to the side and smiled, trying his best to calm the Italian down. "They'll believe us and then we just have to act like we are worried about the next country that disappears. We don't have to explain that one. They'll just assume there's a serial killer since Feli is dead, too. Stay calm, darling." Spain responds soothingly, frowning at how Romano seems to get even more stressed.

Romano snapped his head up from Spain's last words. He looked right into the pupils of the Spaniard's eyes with a threatening glare. "They will not think that because they will not know that fratello died." He continued staring as Spain realized how upset he just made his lover by not following the plan.

"Ah, of course, how stupid of me to say that? You're right, we will tell them that he just went out to get more pasta and ingredients and never returned. How does that sound Roma?" Spain reached his hand back out to stroke Romano's hair, attempting unsuccessfully to put him at ease.

"This isn't going to work, any plan will fail and die and then the police will catch us and put us in jail and we'll die! There's no way that they'll believe us! We can't even hold our story together when we're not being questioned. And then when another country goes missing they are definitely going to suspect us! Oh mio Dio, what have we done!" Romano muttered, after squirming away, pacing back and forth in the living room, ranting to Spain, who seems cool under the eminence pressure.

"It was just a thought, love, we aren't going to say anything about him being dead. Let's say exactly what we are going to do so we don't get confused again." Spain offers to the Italian and smiling when he finally nods, looking less tense. "Okay, we are going to say he left to get pasta in the early afternoon and we haven't seen him since. And then we will pretend to be worried when the next country disappears. They can contemplate with themselves if it's a serial killer or not. Okay?"

"Okay, yeah. We can do this but if we fail, it's your fault bastard." Romano huffed, sitting down on the couch and resting his head onto Spain's chest. He wrapped his arms around his boyfriend as they sat there for a moment listening to each others heart beats. A calm and blissful silence sat between them when Romano was finally calmed down and started to feel tired again. Spain spoke first, after realizing something very important.

"Roma, I think you should take a very quick shower, we have another world conference today. I think it's at Germany's place this time and it starts soon, at 6:30. We better hurry over."

"Huh? That potato bastard? Fine." Romano started to push himself up, a little upset he had to leave the comfort of the Spaniard and his scent. It always reminded him of farming on a gorgeous day; something Romano was always very fond of. As he got up from the couch, he placed his hand under Spain's chin and pulled him up to kiss him.

"Thank you, tomato bastard." With that, Romano walked away and started the newly polished staircase. Spain just sat there for a minute before letting a smile escape his lips, he always knew how to make the Italian happy again.

4:45 PM

"Romano are you ready yet?"

"Chill out, I'm coming down!" Romano quickly made his way down the staircase, Spain pacing around and looking at his watch out of the corner of his eye while buttoning up his sleeves. Spain rarely wore work clothes so he didn't stress about not being properly dressed this time. Once he reached the bottom of the stairs, Romano grabbed his cell phone and looked at Spain to see if he was following him out the door, but he wasn't. Romano stopped when he saw the other just standing there, looking straight ahead and with a blank expression on his face.

"What's wrong Toni?" He used a nickname for his lover to see if he could get his attention better. Spain turned his head and gave off a weak smile, barley convincing.

"I guess when I'm not reassuring you I can think about this myself. Is it bad to rely on you to comfort me about the same topic I just comforted you?" Spain asks, insanely embarrassed but not letting it show.

"No, no Spain. I'm here for you too. You know this isn't a one way relationship." Romano bites out as if angry, but his face remains relaxed and he's almost smiling. But of course, not really.

"It's just that I really hope this plan works." Spain said as he started to walk over to Romano, keeping the forced smile on his face. "I don't want to be separated from you. Or for us to be killed for our crimes." He didn't say anymore and just leaned over and hugged the smaller brunette. Romano tensed a little at the embrace but then just relaxed, sighed and simply spoke in a calming voice.

"Don't be like that bastard, of course it will work. And don't say stuff like that, I don't want to be thinking of the possibilities for our plans failing horribly anymore." Spain pulled away and looked into his eyes, looking more relaxed and happy.

"You're right Roma, I'm sorry. Let's get going." Grabbing Romano's hand, they both started to walk out the door to head over to the world meeting. The atmosphere between the two was very calm and the nervousness was faint but grew secretly in them both.

'This better work, I'm sure as fuck not dying for this, especially now that I have Spain.' Romano just stayed silent and kept his grip on his lovers hand as they headed to the meeting.

6:25 PM

"Shit, we're going to be so late!" Romano and Spain were running down the halls of a massive business building, trying to find the room where the meeting was being held. The meeting was supposed to start in five minutes and everyone knew how Germany was when people were late.

"What floor did it say it was on?" Gasping for air as they ran down the halls, Romano pulled out his phone to look at his emails to find the information.

"Uh.. It says floor 17! What are we on?"

"Querido señor Roma, we are only on floor five!"

"Fuck! Go to the stairs, the elevators take forever!" Romano yelled and practically smacked himself on the forehead as they ran to look for stairs. They had taken the elevator from the lobby to the 5th floor and it had taken ten minutes, and being the impatient little PMS-y brat Romano was, he couldn't handle waiting that long. Not to mention they were already going to be late. Once they found the stairs, they swung the door open and started to fly up the stairs as fast as they could, not even caring about how much their lungs burned.

6:40 PM

The door to the meeting room slammed open as Romano and Spain rushed in and collapsed onto the floor, gulping in large breaths of air. Romano even crawled across the floor to the exasperated France and took his water to ease his burning lungs.

"Oi, that's mine!"

"Fuck off." Romano just glared at France and gulped the last of his water before standing up and walking over to take his seat with Spain. The room stayed silent the entire time, all eyes focused on the two, England was up at the board giving his speech. Germany glared at the two, making them very uncomfortable, their nerves going off the charts but they kept it hidden to avoid suspicion. Without knowing it, Romano had rested his feet up on the chair next to him that he thought was empty when really Canada was sitting right there, Romano still didn't notice him like everyone else. But what they did notice fairly quickly was that everyone was still staring at them in complete silence. They looked at each other for a moment, then Spain was soon apologizing for being late.

"I'm very sorry mis amigos for being late! Please, continue!" Spain tilted his head and rubbed the back of his head, trying to cover up his nerves with embarrassment. Thankfully they didn't ask where Romano and Spain were but they did have another thing in mind to ponder.

"Oui, but where is Italy?" The Frenchman spoke up over everyone else, they had already been discussing the absence of the younger Italian earlier before the meeting started. Romano tried to not show how much his anxiety levels had spiked at the question, so he acted calm and just slummed his head over to face France.

"My brother went out to buy more pasta earlier this afternoon and hasn't come back. Poor idiot probably got distracted and followed a cat and got himself lost." France looked shocked at his calm answer and turned his head around to see the similar reaction on many other countries faces.

"Why didn't you go looking for him you fool?!" Others also started to get irritated at the irresponsibility Romano seemed to be showing for his younger twin.

"Oi, he'll find his way home, he's done this before." Romano twisted his chair side to side, trying to act like his normal bitch self.

"If he doesn't come back tomorrow, let us know and we will help look for him!" Other countries started to nod their heads, showing sympathy and worry about his twin. Everyone started to ask more and more questions about Italy's disappearance as it started to highly worry the couple.

"Ok, but he's fine." Romano tried to show a little hint of worry, trying to show them that he was starting to get worried himself and that they were stressing him out.

"Dude, don't worry! You're right, your little bro is gunna be fine!" America was the first one to buy Romano's act and try to comfort him. Romano looked over to the idiot American and just gave a thankful look, showing his appreciation for the comfort.

"Thanks bastards, go ahead and continue tea bastard." Romano turned his attention back to England, who still stood at the front of the room, waiting to continue.

He saw Germany give a small glimmer of worry but turn back to England to signal him to continue with his speech. As England started to talk again and everyone's attention shifted back to the front of the room, Spain looked over to share a relived look with his lover, surprised at how good at lying he is. Spain could tell how happy Roma secretly was that they bought his plan. For now at least...

7:45 PM

Germany sighed and rested his hands on his head after getting another migraine from listening to France, England and America fight again.

"This meeting is over! Go home!" Everyone looked up at him and suddenly looked happy again as they started to pour out into the hall. Spain stood up to ruffle the sleeping Romano's hair, waking him up and sending him into another cranky mood. With a grunt, he stood up and the two started to make their way to their door, not holding hands; not wanting the other nations to know of their intimate relationship yet. As they reached the door, they were stopped by Germany as he rushed over to them while trying to pull something out of his coat pocket. He starts to blush very hard and refusing to make eye contact with the couple as he hands Romano an envelope. Romano snatches the letter from Germany's hand and glares at him before looking down to see what it says.

Germany fiddles with his hands as he choked out a few words, "Uh...When you see your brother, please give that to him."

"Italy" Is what was written in cursive on the front of the letter. As Romano looked up to criticize the potato bastard, he saw that Germany was already rushing through the door. Spain rests a hand on his shoulder to grab his attention, Romano turned his head to look at Spain as he tightened his grip on the envelope.

"Let's head home, shall we sunshine? Seems everything worked out so far, so let's head home." Romano snorted and stuffed the letter into his coat pocket to open his hand to grasp Spain's hand. The Spaniard just let out a small joyful laugh as they started to walk out once everyone was gone; still not wanting anyone else to know of their love. As they made their way down the hall way, Spain reached over to Romano's pocket and took the envelope out to look at it. "What do you think it says? Looks fancy to me." Spain flipped it over seeing it had already been sealed.

"I dunno, but that potato bastard better not have something for my brother." He grabs the envelope from Spain and puts it back in his pocket, only looking slightly irritated. They turned to open the door to the stair well, once inside Spain paused to hear if anyone was in it with them. When he didn't hear footsteps or talking, he whirled in front of Romano and grabbed his wrists, pulling him closer as he kissed him. His lover is taken off guard as he grunts in surprise, but dismisses it and follows his lead. Spain pulls away, his smile widens when he looks at Roma as he just looks into his glistening eyes.

"I'm so happy we did it."

Romano just lets out a sigh of relief and rolls his eyes, "Just because they fell or it this time does not mean it will play out correctly the entire time. We still have to be careful of our actions Toni."

Spain just giggles and nods, "Si, you're always right." He turns back to Romano's side and they grasp each other's hands once more when they take a step down the stair well. The whole time Romano was glad that nobody was in the stair well with them, 'but if there was...' he thought, but quickly pushed it aside and ignored his gut feeling that there was something wrong.

9:00 PM

Spain opens the door for the drunken Romano who had one too many beverages on the plane ride home. Okay, five too many. He stumbles in and snatches the letter out of his coat and slumps over to the table, only making grunts as he walks. "Bringme theletteropener..." Spain could barely understand the slurred speech but knew what he meant, so he walked over and pulled out a drawer that contained a small letter opener. Handing it to Romano, he sits walks around the table to take the seat right across from him and watches him open the envelope. Unfolding the paper that had laid inside, Romano started to read the German's letter and his eyes grew wide and an infuriated expression took over his face. Before Spain could process what was happening, Romano had slammed his hands on the table and shot up from his seat, eyes still fixed on the letter.

"Quel bastardo stupido patata scrive lettere d'amore per il mio fratellino ! "Mr Super tosti " , che il diavolo si crede di essere ?! Ho intenzione di battere quel figlio di puttana in terra !" Romano started to burst, yelling in his native tongue, which Spain still hadn't entirely learned yet, but he understood a little of what Roma meant. Spain immediately got worried and stood up and placed his hands on the shoulders on the ragging Italian.

"Romano calm down! It's not worth getting angry over!" Romano was quivering and looked up at Spain with his teeth bared, looking like a real serial killer. Chills went up Spain's spine as his mind flashed back to when they killed Italy and the same sinister look was in his lover's eyes then, too.

Through his gritted teeth, Romano started to spit out his words angrily, "It is most definitely a reason to be angry! That goddamn potato bastard is writing love letters to my little fratello!" His eyes were wide and dark, it looked like he was about to grab a knife and hunt down the German at any second. Spain's eyes widened as well as he took a minute to think of what his drunk boyfriend was about to do in his moments of pure rage.

'Oh, Dios mío, por favor, ten misericordia de aquel pobre hombre...'

Review, my lovelies! (Oh and don't go to google translate and type in what drunk Romano screamed out and switch it back and forth from Italian to English 5 times unless u want to spit your drink out and pee yourself... it messes with the translation and says something that made me laugh for 10 minutes... -Sam)

Translations

Spanish

Querido señor- Dear lord

Oh, Dios mío , por favor, ten misericordia de aquel pobre hombre.- oh my god, please have mercy on that poor man

Italian

Oh mio Dio- Oh my god

Quel bastardo stupido patata scrive lettere d'amore per il mio fratellino ! "Mr Super tosti " , che il diavolo si crede di essere ?! Ho intenzione di battere quel figlio di puttana in terra !- That stupid potato bastard is writing love letters to my little brother! " Mr super studly ", who the hell does he think he is?! I'm going to beat that motherfucker into the ground!

French

Oui- yes