"That's a difficult question…" Antonio replied after a thoughtful pause.

Antonio returned back home to Spain dripping wet from his little swim after the armada was destroyed. He saw that Romano had not finished his chores; in fact the Italian was still soundly sleeping. Antonio didn't know why, but it pissed him off.

On a normal day he would have just sighed and cleaned a bit himself, but today… he was not in the mood.

He stormed over to the Italian, "Get up." His voice wasn't a yell or a scream, it was a normal volume, but it was harsh and stern. The little Italian blinked his eyes and slowly rolled into a sitting position.

"What the he-"

"The chores aren't done." Antonio shoved a broom into Lovinos hands. "Fix it."

The Italian mumbled under his breath curses at the Spaniard, Antonio couldn't just let it go today. "What the fuck did you just say?" This shocked the Italian, because, one Antonio always ignored his comments and two… Antonio hardly ever curses. Especially at him.

But being the man he was, Lovino looked him in the eye, a little fearful but tried to look strong. I said "I fucking hate you, I want Alice."

Hearing that witches name snapped Antonio, "Well she isn't coming back not fucking ever nor do I want her to come back. So kindly shut the hell up ad do your fucking chores."

"She isn't coming back because you fucked everything up." The Italian muttered after Antonio left for his study room.

Antonio was taking a small nap dreaming of what would of happened if England still loved him, or never left. He woke to the sound of something crashing. He looked at his surroundings, he was alone. He wiped his face from the tear that slipped.

He walked down to the stairs to find what had happened "Roma..? Lovi..?" Antonio called. He was no longer going to take his anger on Italian; he had a new enemy to take it out on. When he reached the bottom of the stairs, he turned and saw the cabinet had fallen over and broke. He sighed.

He started picking up some of the glass so no one would step on it. Until he saw a bit of blood on a piece. He then noticed the red dots and splatters on the floors. This scared him. "Romano! Lovino!.. Lovi?!" He frantically searched the house calling his name, fear built up in his chest. He didn't want to lose the last remaining good in his life. Yes, he had other territories, but Romano was different. Romano was with him for a very long time, he was one of the only to talk back, he was the only to stay in his house, he was the only raised by Alice… He wasn't going to lose the only remainder of his wife. He couldn't, not in the same day.

He finally found him in the corner shaking, trying to stop his own bleeding, and crying. It broke Antonio's heart to see him so... broken.

He picked up the Italian and kissed his head, hugging him tightly,"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, lo siento, Perdóname por favo." At some point during his rambling of muttering the same thing over and over, he started crying.

"Te perdono." Romano said, breaking Antonio's repetitive speech. Antonio looked at him with saddened eyes that screamed he was sorry. Antonio wouldn't forgive himself. It was the Italians turn to console, "Smile, Spagna." He said with a smile almost as a gesture to show him how to, and telling him everything was okay.

"Okay, okay, I'll smile for you, forever, I will never not smile." Antonio said with a plastered smile, tears still pouring out of his eyes. Lovino wiped some of the tears away and kissed his forehead.

"To sum up a long story, I guess Romano happened to me. He was top priority." Antonio finished, looking like a proud parent.

"I see." Alice said with a small smile.

Alice stood up and looked over at the Spaniard, "It's getting late, I'm going to the hotel." She said before walking away.

The Prussian and Italian smiled at each other, this seemed to work. They would be kissing and making up in no time! Or… so they hoped.

Author note: well... this was short.. Im sorry ^^" But I have a lot to do and I have to start getting my summer work done. anyways! I hope you liked this chapter, sorry it was shit!

on another note, if you like this story there is a few Spuk stories that are really really good. like.. they made me cry. thats how good they are. but my top two favorites are;

Your precious existence by 42lia (Complete)

and

Our Downfall by Azurey Skies (In progress)

Both of these are really really great and I suggest you all read them.

Anyways! reviews will be great, and yeahh.. I might go on a week hiatus so.. yeah.