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The Trip That Was A Mistake: Spamano

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"Why are you staring at me like that?"

    Spain had a very odd sort of stare on Romano, it was the type you may be afraid of if you're not used to it, though still, even if you were used to it, you may have chills sent through your spine by said stare. It was though he were thinking mischievous things, things nobody would want to ponder through, and it was really beginning to agitate Romano now, since the Spaniard was sitting right beside him at the dining room table.

"Well Lovi, I've been thinking, why don't we go on a trip?"

"We don't go on one, because its cold out..."

"Aww.. come on, that's no excuse..."

"No! I'm not letting you drag me into this again! Leave it alone!"

   With this, Romano left the table, taking his newspapers with him. It left Antonio some time to think things through, and then, he came up with an idea.

The next morning, Romano awoke to an unusual alarm, and looking around the room, he found Spain's phone next to him on the mattress.

"What th-..."

A sticky note was attached to the phone, and after he'd silenced the alarm, he read;

"Dear Lovi~
If you don't follow these instructions, You'll leave me standing alone in the cold, and that'll make me very sad,

Follow the sticky note arrows until you come to someone awesome~"

Romano rolled his eyes, crumpling up the note in the frustration that he'd read it in the Spaniard's voice, yet, right when he'd stepped out of his covers, he felt another piece of paper, right underneath his foot.

They were lining the floor, going to his closet, and out.

   Rolling his eyes yet again, he brushed his hair from his face, stretched, and followed his little 'clues' deciding to play along for a short amount of time, or so he told himself. In the closet, there was a sticky note on one of Romano's favorite shirts, a pink one, and some tan pants, both notes decorated with hearts near the words; "This Please". Apparently, the Spaniard had forgotten about shoes, for after Romano had put the clothing on, still playing along in a skeptical way, he searched his shoes, no letters found. He decided upon some casual sneakers and after slipping them on, he began to follow the sticky notes, oddly scoffing as he watched them change color.

   They lead him to the bathroom, where one was on his toothbrush with another heart and a 'this please', there was also one on the toilet saying; 'if you have to' almost causing the quit of Romano's attention, but not quite. He brushed his teeth, made himself a bit more presentable, and went on his way, grabbing a coat with yet another sticky note, exiting the house through the sliding back door that lead out into a huge courtyard, covered with heavy snow, surrounding his decadently beautiful home.

   It became hard to walk, and Romano had just about had enough before, he saw someone familiar, a Prussian in his past.

"Hey there, ya made this far huh?"

"G-go... t-to hell.. "

"Jeeze, you sure are chattering a lot kid, here take these, Spain assumed you'd wear some stupid shoes.."

Prussia offered Romano some snow boots, and hesitating at first, Romano finally took them, slipping his own shoes off one by one and slipping on the boots, finding them a lot cozier.

"Alright kid, you're half way there, here's your next clue~"

Prussia handed over a pink slip that read;

"Hey Lovi, I'm glad to see you're doing well, I hope you approve of the boots..

You're that much closer to having fun! Now, you know where the trains are right? Well.. catch the first one, be SURE to catch the first one~"

Romano rolled his eyes yet again, and continued on through the snow, knowing exactly where he was going from there, he looked back only once to see if Prussia was following, which he wasn't, he was trekking off in the opposite direction, in his usual, I'm too proud for my own good, way.

  He finally made his way to the train tracks, making it up the hill to where he was met by a Frenchman in a ponytail.

"Ah, Lovino, hello, here's your train ticket, be sure to get on this one..."

"What the hell is he thinking dragging me out here like this!?"

"Ah.. well.. no one can be sure..."

The two of them stood there now, waiting for the train to arrive, which, it finally did.  The doors opened and waited. Romano was nervous, but after being slightly pushed in the right direction by France, literally, Romano boarded, and the train was off. As he looked around, he realized, nobody was on this particular cart, and he wondered-

  Suddenly... there was a large screech, and Romano was thrown forward, hitting the other side of the train, about to get up when.. everything turned dark.

"Oh.. ohmygod! Oh my god!"

  France ran as swift as one could in the snow, rushing toward....

~~~~~~~~~~~~

   Spain spent the whole day standing at the top of the Ski lift, in front of the resort in which he'd hoped to have had a wonderful vacation with Lovino Vargas.. who.. was a no show. Then, suddenly, he jumped as his phone rang, a phone he had bought before the trip since he'd used his old one to awaken Romano.

"Hello!?"

He didn't waste a minuet, knowing it would be either France or Prussia, telling him the current situation.

"Spain.. you have to.. the hospital.. please.. please come quickly.. Roma.."

France's voice was cut off, and Spain's heart turned cold.
What Happened?

  It seemed hours before he arrived at the hospital, for he'd been so far away, but once he'd gotten there, he was lead by Prussia to the waiting room in which France currently stood, a hand over his eyes, leaning against a wall.


"France.. Prussia.. what is this about? What happened to Lovi!?"

"Spain he.."

  A doctor entered in, and, the rest was so greatly a blur, the words he'd said that had caused Spain to fall to his knees as Prussia and France tried to catch him. The simple, terrifying words, that told them, their friend was... no more.

Meanwhile, far from this, in Germany..

"Well, that's all for today Italy.."

"Okay Germa..."

"Italy?"

  Germany turned, only to find tears forming in his young friend's eyes, falling simultaneously down his colorless cheeks.

"Italy! What.. what is it!? What happened?"

  Germany caught Italy before he fell forward, kneeling them both down as Italy leaned against him, hiding his face away in the German's chest.

"My heart.. it hurts..."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


   The funeral was a beautiful one to say the least, so many countries and other known people were there to aid in the sorrows and the ceremonies, though there was one person in particular, that, wasn't comforted by anyone's appearance. A Spaniard that stood alone, in the very background of the event, his eyes hidden away by brown locks he'd let overgrow, his lips, his entire body, quivering, finding it extremely difficult to stand there. Idiotically, there was one man, a man who really shouldn't have interfered, that tried to speak to Antonio.

"S-sir... I'm truly sorry abo.."

"What the hell are you doing here!?"

   In the next instant, Francis and Gilbirt were pulling Spain off of the conductor of the train that had taken the life of the one so many found they loved.

"For god sakes you two! This is a funeral!"

"He's the one that was all over me!"

"Why do you think that is!? What the hell were you thinking going out in the snow without a fucking plow in the front of the train!? That Ice slick could have been avoided!"

"It wasn't snowing on that day, the tracks had been cleared for the past few weeks!  I didn't think I.."

"You didn't think!? Well look where it got you!"

  At this, things grew dead silent, and Spain pushed France and Prussia off, straightening his suit and storming away to the tombstone where Lovino Vargas now rested, Italy was already there, laying a bushel of flowers on the resting place.

"Its a beautiful sentiment..."

   Spain stood there above Italy, looking over his shoulder and reading the tombstone yet again;

"A Beautiful Country, A Strong Person, A Love To Many Who Never Knew"

   The words disgusted him some, but, he eased himself, he couldn't stay angry, not at his love's funeral, it wasn't right, he had to pull himself together, and that he did.


~~~~~~~~~~


"Romano! Romano! Romano!"
   The light was switched on as both France and Belgium rushed into Spain's room, he was sitting there on his bed, covered with sweat, yelling out Romano repeatedly in a terrified tone.

"Spain! Spain wake up! Its okay! We're here.. its okay.."

   Her voice calmed as Spain's yells subsided and he leaned against her, only sobbing now. Many of Spain's closer friends had been staying over at his house to aid him, to watch him carefully, for many nights like this had happened after the funeral. They'd only seemed to get worse and worse, and many were afraid of his well being.

"That's it.. I want to be alone.. I don't.. want you.. here.. anymore.."

"Spain, don't say that, we want to be here for y-"

"No! I don't want you here! Just leave! Leave me alone!"

   No one visited Spain after that, and he was glad, he found the only way to get out of the nightmares, the only way for it all to stop, was for him to deal with it on his own over a duration of time. Though, he never realized, that over this amount of time, his general disposition of cheer, his general being, had faded to dull nothingness, and so had he. Now when others said hello, instead of him giving them a cheerful hello in return, he only slightly smiled and walked off.

   He was able to take care of himself now, he didn't need anyone, he didn't need that love he'd felt once.. he didn't need.. the memory of that love either. The memories he'd had of a small boy that he'd cared for and taught, were gone now, somewhere deep in his subconscious where he could no longer reach, and even if he'd tried, it would have only ended in pain and tears.

    It came to the point, where nobody really spoke with him, if they needed decisions made, they instead spoke with his boss. He was finally alone, and he felt as though he'd deserved that, he'd pushed Romano to try and go on that trip long ago, he didn't deserve to have anyone if he was going to push them to do something they didn't want to, only to end it in...

As many thoughts like this ran through his mind, walking to the car from the grocery store, he accidentally ran into someone, the force knocking both of them to the ground, groceries flying everywhere.

"What the hell is your problem you fucking idiot!?"

   There was a girl standing above him, a delicate hand covered by a leather glove outreached to him, the other of the pair, on this girl's hips. As he got to his feet, all he could do was stare at her, her disposition, her look, she was... she was him?
I wrote this cause it was something I was thinking about the other night T--T

I wrote a story about Romano coping without Spain, which he didn't, so I wanted to write one in vice versa...

I hate myself OTL

I am so sorry Romano T--T

BUT

I still wrote this so.. its here now, read it, cry, I'm sorry if you do, I'll set tissues out~

SPOILER ALERT:
The reason the conductor didn't die is cause the BACK cars hit a reaction after the train was stopped because of an ice slick on the tracks...

So the back cars flipped over, but stopped on each other, not damaging the front car... whatever you.. want...

EDIT:
THERE I put the cuts in there.. ugly? Yeah.. I know =-----=

A picture dedicated to this story~:
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Its beautiful T--T
Thank you SO very much!!
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