Someone To Lean On

Fragrance

"Romano!"

The said male stopped just before he could cross the street and turned to look at the source of the voice. He found the source just as he called for his name yet again.

"Romano!" the yelling man now started to wave at the Italian as he ran to what he assumed is him, however, he just stared blankly at him. The man, finally reaching Romano, stopped just before him to regain his breathing. When he did, he smiled at Romano.

"Roma! There you are! I've been looking for you! Where have you been? You just suddenly disappeared and-!"

"Who are you?"

The man looked confused as Romano asked this, and after a while, he laughed.

"Oh, silly Roma! It's me, your Boss! Don't you remember me?"

"Who are you?" Romano asked again that made Spain stop.

"Y-You can't be serious, right? This is just a joke, a silly prank, right?" Spain told the other male and made a move to touch him, but the latter flinched away and glared at him instead.

"I said who are you, you creepy bastard! How the hell did you know my name?"

"R-Roma.." Spain called out to the already running Romano.

It's the middle of the night, and loud sobbing was still enveloping the entire house.

"I-I can't believe this Franny! Something must've happened when he went missing in my sight!" the Spaniard weeped, getting yet another tissue to blow his nose. His friend, France, just patted him in the back and sighed.

"I know, mon ami. But how could it even be possible? He just went missing and then all of a sudden he doesn't know you?" the Frenchman tapped his chin in thought. "Unless.."

"Unless that damned Eyebrows did something!" an albino man gulped his whole glass of beer down and wiping his mouth before he looked at his Spaniard friend, grinning. "He must have did his so-unawesome-thing-called 'magic' again, that's why this happened! Haa, I'm so awesome to think of that possibility!"

Spain sat straight up as the self-proclaimed Prussian gave a possibility.

"Sí! Eyebrows might've did something that this has to happened! If he really did something then," his eyes darkened. "I'm going to kill him.."

France and Prussia sweatdropped at their friend's unusual behaviour, but didn't stop him either way.

"Ah, but I have to go to confront that bastard and ask for him to get Romano's memories back! Then mi Romanito and I could cuddle again!" Spain had already put both of his hands on both of his cheeks as he dreamed of that.

"That sounds like a great idea.." Prussia said, France nodding.

"Then, I could kill Eyebrows after he returned Roma's memories back!" there was an unsettling giggle, that sent shivers down to the two nations.

Knock, knock.

Spain stepped back from the door. He really doesn't want to be here, but he needed to for the sake of Romano. He sighed in annoyance, because the owner of the household still hasn't got the door.

Knock, knock. He tried again, waiting impatiently.

"Oh, it seems that I have a visitor."

He jumped and turned to the voice, his expression going from annoyance to shock and back to annoyance again as he glared at the person just a few feet away from him, having the same facial expression.

"What do you need, Spain?" Britain hissed, shifting his weight on his other foot as he held some weird boxes in his hand.

"Shouldn't you invite your guest inside first, Britain?" Spain hissed back, making the other roll his eyes.

"So!" the British nation dropped the boxes on a table and stretched, going back to sit at the couch on the living room, his guest on the other side.

"What matters do you want to discuss with me, Spain?" he let out a small smirk make its way on his face. "Normally, you don't visit me at all.. So what's this?"

"Shut up, Eyebrows. I know you did something on mi Romanito, so just spit it out." Spain growled, but the other made a fake, confused face which annoyed him.

"Oh? What did I do to him?" Britain tapped his chin in 'thought'. "Nothing! I did nothing to him. What exactly happened to him anyway?"

"Well, he just lost his memories of me all of the sudden when he was out of my sight. Would you mind explaining that, Britain?" Spain hissed again.

"I do remember doing one magic spell one time.. But I didn't know it'll be him! The poor guy.." Britain faked a concern, annoying Spain even more.

"Drop it, Britain. I know there is a way to return mi Romanito's memories back, so tell me now."

Britain's smirk only grew wider.

"If only I could do that.."

"Romano!"

There he is again, Romano thought as he sighed. He then glared at Spain.

"What do you want, you stalker?"

"Ouch! Roma, that hurt!" Spain put a hand on top of his heart dramatically. "I'm not a stalker, I'm your Boss!"

"Chigi! Don't call me that! And you're not my Boss!"

"B-But Roma-"

And there he is again, running away from the desperate man, who somehow, make the butterflies in his stomach flutter and makes his heart beat fast.

Weird. Do I know him before that encounter?

This is hopeless.

He can't think of other ways on how to make Romano remember him!

But he won't give up! He knows there's more, but he just can't think of more!

He sighed and looked to his side, where he saw a frame.

A picture frame with him and Romano.

He found himself staring at it and caressing Romano's picture.

I will find a way for you to remember me, mi amor.

Romano opened his eyes, and found out that he is in a void. Not a dark void, yet not a light void also. It's just in between, and it's warm. Not too hot, not cold, it's just warm.

Where am I?

He thought, blinking and staring at nothing. At the endless void.

What's happening..?

He saw bubbles. He wondered if he's inside a body of water or something?

I don't know. I don't know anything..

Then, the image of the tanned man crossed his mind, and he let out a light gasp.

Who is he.. I wonder?

A fragrance.. Where did it come from? It smells familiar.. It's like he smelled it somewhere before..

Oh.

It's my favourite scent-

He reached out to someone, who isn't even there.

His eyes opened slowly. Weird, why is the fragrance still there? He looked to his side and saw a familiar face.

Spain..

A/N: I know, I know. Weird, right? Romano remembering Spain just by his fragrance, which happened to be Romano's favourite scent. Yeah, I screwed up big time. Lmao. Word count? 1112 words, without this Author's Note, hahaha.