Zubicu- a Hetalia fanfic.

Chapter 32

OK, so I'm trying to make this one quite long. I'm putting it on hold for a while after this since I really need to work on DWW. Sorry, Midnight!!! But I need to write a proper book if I've any hopes of becoming an author. Hopefully it won't be paused for too long. Anyway, enjoy this (hopefully) super-long chapter!!

Oh yeah, sorry for any crappy corrections, I used Google Translate. I'll probably go a bit overboard on the other language words, but I like Spanish and Italian, don't judge!! Ah, if my language teachers saw I used that they'd kill me....xD Translations at the end. Enjoy!

~Sasha (Wolfie)

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We all laugh as they help me up, and we walk back home together.

America and Canada stay over Spain's place for a few days, becaue they say they want to help me move back home after that time. Well, they kept to their promise, and finally the day came when they'd take me home. I swing my satchel up and into the boot of America's car, before closing it. I walk round to the back passenger door. Canada and America are inside talking to Spain, but Romano comes out to see me again. Before I get in he calls out to me.

"Zubicu, wait!" he calls. I freeze with my hand on the door handle, and turn to face him. He stops in front of me and before I know it, he's hugging me. "I'll miss you..." he says.

I stand there, frozen, a blush raging across my face. After a few moments I hug him back and rest my head on his shoulder. "I know," I whisper, "but I need to go. I'll miss you too. You can visit me whenever, though, remember?" I say. He nods and pulls away. I smile slightly. Spain and America come bounding down the steps with huge grins on their faces. Canada follows, just walking.

"Ooh, Romano, do you like Zubicu~?" Spain teases.

"Hey Zubicu! Dude, get in there!" America yells in his loud obnoxious voice. Blushing furiously at the two false comments, we hastily step away from each other, then go marching up to the countries who said the comments to us.

I punch his shoulder. "Don't embarass me like that, stupid!" I say. Romano is just yelling at Spain whilst shaking him back and forth by his shoulders. America and I both watch them for a bit, then sigh. I turn back to him. "Anyway, should we go?"

He nods. "Yeah, it's about time, dude." he says, hopping in the driver's seat. Canada gets in the back passenger seat so America doesn't suddenly notice him halfway through the car journey, think he's a ghost -again- and drive off the road or get us crashed. I walk over to Spain and hug him.

"Thanks for everything, España.' I say, smiling as I use the Spainish form of his name, like I did when I was young.

He smiles and hugs me back. "Take care, mi hija. You're always welcome here." he says.

I laugh. "Spain, how many times do I have to tell you I'm not your daughter?" We both laugh. I let go of him and move over to Romano.

"Yeah, so....I know we already said goodbye, but I'd feel guilty after that if I didn't." I smile. "Thanks for helping me out, amico." I say. He simply nods.

"It's no matter, ragazza. It's what any friend would do." he mutters. I nod, then grin evilly. He raises an eyebrow, looking back at me, then steps back in shock, eyes wide with fear. "W-Whoah, ragazza, wh-what's going on?!"

I simply smirk and hug him. "This~!"

Spain laughs while Romano bursts out into a fit of stuttering. "Wh-what the hell do you think you're doing, idiota?! G-Get off!!!" he cries, shoving me away from him. Me and Spain both laugh while Romano stands there, red as a tomato. "Why did you do that?! Idiota!"