Yay! I made a chapter 2! I'm kinda more focused on this story that's my other, BUT I will still being writing it(: ROMANO WHERE HAVE YOU GONE? I'm right here, you bastard!

I do not own hetalia! And there might be a few grammar, and spelling mistakes. By the way, this chapter is shorter that's the other.

Chapter 2: Where have you gone?

Feliciano's eyes were wide in horror, "What do you mean your leaving?!" He yelled. This was one of the only times I've ever seen him angry, and it kinda shocked me.

"Spain doesn't want me, I might as well leave." I said, choking back my tears. I took off the watch Spain got me for Christmas and handed to my brother.

You have know idea how much I tried not to cry. I treasured that watch! I never took it off. I sighed loudly and a waterfall of tears fell down from my eyes,"T-t-tell S-Spain that I-I said t-thanks for n-nothing" I sobbed.

I hugged my brother, turned, and ran into a nearby forest. I didn't know or care where I went. I just ran. As I ran, I could feel my tears spilling down my cheeks. While running all I thought to myself over and over,

'That stupid bastard. He never wanted me! He'd much rather have my stupid, oh so precious little brother, but I can't believe he'd ask Austria to trade us! This was the last straw! I'm leaving, and I am never ever coming back. I hate you, I hate you Spain! I'm running away!'

Maybe about thirty minutes later, Spain came outside like the event that unfolded in the house never happened. "Ok Romano, time to go!" He called out.

After no answer he tried again. "Romano? I said time to leave! Where are you?" He yelled a bit louder.

Again, no answer.

"Romano?" Spain called, distraught.

The third time the Spaniard called he got very worried. He went out to look for his little Italian, but found Romano's little brother, crying under a tree.

"Feliciano? What's wrong? Where is Romano?" He asked, frantically.

"He left." Italy tried saying without crying harder.

Austria and Hungary came outside to see what all the fuss was about.

"Italy! Stop crying!" Austria said sternly as he saw Italy crying.

"W-What happened?" Hungary stammered.

Italy calmed down a bit and stood up, kinda able to speak and cried, "Romano ran away!"

There was a long pause.

What did Italy mean 'he ran away'

Spain whispered "What do you mean?" To break the silence.

The small Italian then took the watch out if his pocket and handed to Spain. "He said he couldn't take it anymore... And that you didn't want him."

Austria and Hungary were dumbfounded.

"...and said to tell you, Thanks for nothing." He cried.

Spain stood there in disbelief, not believing what the Italian had told him.

Feli blurted out "He went that way!" Pointing towards a dark forest.

On the verge of tears the Spaniard choked out "He could be hurt! It's dangerous alone! I must go find him!"

Italy began crying and Hungary tried to calm him down.

As he felt tears forming in his eyes, Spain ran the direction Romano did yelling "ROMANO!" over and over.

Little did Spain know he wouldn't see Romano for many years.