Author Notes- Hello here's more 2p's meeting their 1p's, by the way did anyone else like 2p Cuba? I think he's really cute.
-Chapter 4-
Romano and Spain looked at the person who had just kind of appeared in Romano's house while they were eating. Neither of them had heard him come but there he was, he had backed himself against the wall into a corner in the living room and wouldn't stop shaking and looking at Spain. He was wearing a white suit and a purple scarf and had black gloves on. His hair looked the same as Romano's except blond, his face identical to Romano's except slightly lighter. Spain got down on one knee so that they made eye contact, Romano was just staring at this fearful copy of him. Romano jumped when he heard a voice that sounded absolutely terrified speak "Sp-Spain?" Spain was just as surprised as Romano by the man's voice.
Spain at this point was genuinely concerned for this stranger who knew him, he reached his hand out to the copy trying to help him stand only to have him try to back up desperately away from his hand and shocked them both when he stuttered "P-please don't hurt me." Romano narrowed his eyes on Spain wondering why this guy would be so scared of him. He grabbed Spain's arm tightly and pulled him up, Spain started to protest when Romano looked at his duplicate and spoke in a serious tone "You stay in this room, Spain and I are going back into the dining room to have a chat."
The man who mirrored him didn't look away from Spain but silently nodded. Romano dragged Spain into the dining room as Spain tried to explain himself only to have Romano's grip tighten as his way to say shut up.
Romano slammed the door that separated the dining room from the living room. He immediately started yelling Spain "Who the hell was that?! And what the fuck did you do to him?!" Spain waved his hands in front himself in protest "I didn't do anything to him! I don't even know him!" Romano glared at Spain and continued to shout "Oh really because he certainly knew you! What did you do to him?!" Spain started to look frustrated as he spoke "I swear that I've never laid a hand on him! Why don't you go talk to him, I promise you that there's a perfectly normal reason behind this."
Romano looked at Spain's hopeful eyes and groaned "I'll go talk to him. You stay here." Romano left Spain alone in the dining room and walked back into his living room, stopping mid-step at the sight of the stranger who was now standing looking into a handheld mirror making sure his hair wasn't messed up. He looked up when Romano started talking to him "So I guess your problem was only with Spain?" the stranger that looked like smiled and nodded "Yes your friend looks a lot like Spain, which is very odd because you look like me." Romano raised an eyebrow "He looks like Spain because he is Spain." The stranger froze for a moment then letting his breath continue flowing when continued the conversation "What's your name?" he said delicately as though he was talking to a doctor about someone's condition. Romano sighed "I'm Romano, you're in my house right now." The stranger put his gloved hand on face grumbled "I should have guessed" Romano looked at stranger with curiosity about the whole Spain thing still eating at him "So did Spain do something to you?"
The stranger lowered his hand and looked at Romano "Your friend didn't do anything to me, it was a different Spain." Romano glared at the stranger "There's no way there could be another Spain, I don't know what going but start spilling the truth." Romano glared at the stranger "There's no way there could be another Spain, I don't know what going but start spilling the truth." Romano said in the most threatening voice he could make. His threatening voice returned by the stranger pinching his cheeks "Aww you sound just like my fratello! You kind of look like him too." Romano was in complete shock of how was the same man that was shaking in his living room at the sight of Spain. Romano spoke despite his cheeks still being squeezed "You've been avoiding the question of what your name is and how you got here, but your flamboyant ass couldn't be a burglar. You look exactly like me and you know someone who looks like that bastard Spain that's also named Spain." the stranger had let go of Romano's cheeks "Now I don't care how ridiculous you explanation is, I wouldn't care if it had purple aliens. Not knowing what's going on will annoy me more than my fratello does."
The stranger sighed "It appears I'm you from another universe." the blonde Romano paused allowing this to sink into his other. "The Spain I have is abusive... But yours must be nice... Anyways I was sent here by my world's Poland, he used England's spell book to send me along with others to your world." Romano put both his face and groaned as his opposite continued "Now then, you can call me Francisco." Romano looked at Francisco questioningly. Francisco seemed a little offended by Romano's reaction "It's the only name that is as fabulous as me that I could think of off the top of my head." Romano sighed "You'll be staying at my house, Francisco. I can't let you be running around looking like me, it would be embarrassing as hell if someone thought you were me." Francisco smiled gratefully knowing that this was Romano's way of trying to be nice.
Romano walked into the dining room to see a very happy Spain who spoke triumphantly "Do you see I'm innocent now?" Romano looked at Spain annoyed "Yes, I now know that you didn't do anything wrong." Spain ignored Romano's annoyed voice because he was used to it. Spain hugged Romano despite his protests saying "See! I told you my little tomato!" Romano automatically replying the way that comes natural to him "Get off of me you tomato eating bastard!" Though Spain did let go he kept laughing, Romano sighed blushing a little "Would you mind leaving now?" Spain stopped laughing. And spoke with a little shock in his voice "Look I know you don't like hugs bu-" Romano shook his head and pointed to his living room "It's not because of anything did, it's just that you look like someone that scares the shit out of him. And to keep that bastard from giving me anymore of a headache I think you coming over another time would be best." Spain looked at the door to the living room seeming a little concerned "Are you sure you want to be alone with that guy?" Romano didn't show it but it made him happy that Spain actually cared. "Yes Spain, I can take care of him. He's just like my fratello."
Spain hesitantly left, going through the living room and accidentally scaring Francisco again. When the door closed Romano sighed "For once I'm glad that Feliciano is staying with Potato Bast-" Romano stopped talking at the realization that there was a gun being held up to head by Francisco "It's a shame really, that I'm going to have swear the way you swear." Romano's eyes were wide and his heart beat was fast "W-what do you mean you're going to have to swear the way I swear?" Francisco smiled "Your Spain is so nice, I'd bet Italy is also nice... Now that I see this life there's no way I'm going to let it slip through by fingers. Understand?" Romano's eyes looked at the window quickly and then darted back to Francisco "I-if you shoot me Spain will hear it. He'll come here an-" Francisco interrupted him extinguishing any hope with his words "I'm afraid not, this gun has a silencer." Romano spoke desperately "I-I'll scream-" Romano sentence was cut short when Francisco when pulled the trigger. Romano fell to ground and saw Francisco get down on one knee so that he could him as his sight started to go dark. The last words he heard was "No, you won't."
More Author Notes- I'm so sorry Romano! Oh god his fans are going to kill me! (And by the way for anyone who was wondering, yes I referenced Hetaoni)
