We Will Get Through This •Spamano•

Chapter 2

   •Caution•  Strong language and disturbing scenes, also, try putting yourself in Romano's situation

   •Before chapter 1•

   Romano harshly wiped his tears off his red and steaming face.

   "Fucking assholes! They don't fucking understand!" Romano was furious but had tears stream down his hot face.

   Romano just got done with one of those stupid meetings he wouldn't have gone to if Spain didn't make him. Like always, they completely ignored Romano like he wasn't there.

   "All they fucking care about is my asshat brother! He's all happy and stupid looking enough for people to like him but not me. For fucks sake, they call him Italy instead of North Italy like I'm not a fucking here." Romano murmured under his crackling voice. "I would actually like to be known as a fucking thing." Romano felt a big lump in his throat and his vision start to blur.

"You know, it really hurts.." Romano gave up and started crying despite trying to hold it back. "What's the point of me going if no one shitting cares?!" He yelled out in his hoarse and dry voice.

   He cried and cried whilst standing on the sidewalk. Thank god no one's here to see a grown man crying his ass off. It got to the point his throat became sore and his face was stained with salty tears, but Romano finally stopped sobbing after a couple attempts remembering someone. The only fucking person that gives a shit about me. Romano thought of Spain's bright green eyes and his cheerful smile that kept Romano going.

   He wiped his tear stained face fast as he could while he started picking up the pace again. He knew Spain would make him maybe a little happy, but he needed to keep going. Coming home late always made Spain anxious, and Romano didn't want to scare him since the sun is already leaving the pink and purple hued sky.

   He noticed a few pieces of silvery looking stuff through his blurry eyes. He stepped on one out of curiosity, and it made a crunch. Metal? Romano was confused the fact there would be metal here, but then he realized a strong smell of liquor. Romano then stared at the air with a stupid face as if he were in The Office. Is there some fuckass bar here?

   He squinted to the buildings ahead and sure enough, a crappyass bar was ahead. He glared the shit out of it knowing Spain probably goes there. That fucking bastard doesn't tell me shit.

   Romano suddenly stopped walking and didn't move, not even an inch. The shit?

   He then felt himself become immersed in fear  and suspicion. He felt eyes darting right at him.  Romano really couldn't move. He tried moving a leg, but it was frozen. Fucking move!

   Romano knew someone was watching him, and it was terrifying. He felt his entire body was vulnerable and there was nothing he could do about it. The sun was also nearly gone, which just made it harder to see. His heartbeat also felt like it was beating right out of his chest.

   "Where the shit are you?!" Romano yelled in fear.

   At this point, Romano just wanted to be home with Spain. He wanted to hug him, where he knows it's safe. He wanted Spain's soft and comforting hand to wrap around him and caress his frightened body. He wanted to cry on Spain's comforting and warm shoulder. Romano would never admit those things, but my god does he want it.