Found~Spamano

Chapter thirteen

When we arrived to the-a beach after a short ride there, I was-a beginning to feel a bit more happy when we-a exited the car. Just a little bit happy, not-a much!
So when I exited with my towel and picnic basket in hand, I had-a breathed in the fresh salty air and headed out towards the sand, Spain following like a puppy.

The Tomato Bastard stuck the big red umbrella in the sand and set out the towels. I set the basket next to it and laid down on my Italy flag towel and stretched out before closing my eyes.

"Aw Romano! You-a can't sleep! I want to-a build a sandcastle!" I heard Spain pout beside me as my eyes remained closed.

"Start it without me." I grumbled.

"Okay!" He said cheerfully and I heard him beginning to pile up sand.

I smirked a bit before putting on my sunglasses and closing my eyes again, catching up on-a some much needed sleep.
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"Romano Romano!" I heard someone shout.

I sat up suddenly, looking around in surprise. No one else was here, just me and-a Spain I'm sure-

"ROMANO!" Someone screamed.

I jumped to my feet and looked around urgently.

"HELP!" I heard the voice shout, sounding a bit muffled.

I spun around and found footsteps leading from Spain's towel towards the ocean.

"No...no he couldn't have..." I whispered to myself.

"ROMAN-" I heard the voice again and looked at the water, scanning it before my eyes landed on his green ones.

I sprinted down the sand shore and dove into the ice cold water, using every-a fibre and muscle in my body to keep moving. I paddled quickly towards the drowning Spaniard.
I saw him a few feet away, gasping and blubbering as he tried to stay afloat.
I continued on swimming, trying to catch up.

He was sinking, and sinking fast. I finally reached him before I saw the last of his fingertips go under before diving down, grabbing his waist and pulling him back up.
He didn't move.
I began to freak out and kept him up as I swam back to shore, trying my best not to have his head go under again.
Blood had poured from a large cut that he had on his head.

It took my every ounce of will not to cry as we arrived back on shore. I laid him down carefully on the beach and grabbed his towel from our picnic area. I placed the towel carefully on his large cut and laid him straight.
I watched him for a few moments, scared to death about what I was about to do.

I leaned down and carefully plugged his nose, opening his mouth, and connected it with my own. I began to breath directly into his-a mouth before leaning back and pressing on his chest.
I put my head on his chest and listened.
A faint thump of a beat could be heard as I cried out in relief, before repeating the steps once more.

A cough erupted from Spain's throat as he slowly opened his eyes. I quickly took my arms back and sighed in relief.

"L-Lovi...?" He asked before coughing again and sitting up.

I smile a bit, relieved and not filled with so much worry anymore.

"Careful, you-a cut your head." I muttered and gently pushed him back down before grabbing the aid-kit in the basket.

I carefully examined the cut and placed a tomato bandaid on his forehead.
I had noticed Spain watching me as I leaned back and crossed my arms over my chest.

"What." I hissed as he blinked and looked away.

"Nothing." He muttered and sat up again.

I stood up and walked a few meters away from him as I collected the stuff. I speed-walked to the car and sat in the backseat this time, not ready to face him-a quite yet.
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Spain and I drove to the house in uncomfortable silence, as I sometimes heard him wince a bit when he probably moved the hair from his forehead.
I looked out the window the whole way there, not even daring to look up at him.

As soon as he parked the car, I-a ran straight into the house and into my room. I closed the door tightly behind me and positioned my back against it, before sliding down it slowly and cupping my mouth to-a keep me from screaming.
I smacked myself a few times for-a that stupid mistake.

'How could I-a do that?!' I asked myself repeatedly.

'Your friend was dying, what-a choice did you have?' I said back to myself.

'IT DIDN'T FUCKING MEAN I-A HAD TO KISS THE BASTARD!'

'It was-a the only way!' I argued.

I-need to stop talking to myself, or Spain will stick me in-a asylum. Actually, I-a should be in one already after the-a stunt I pulled today. What if-a he's disgusted with me now?! What if he-a doesn't want to ever talk to me again?! I don't-a ever even want to talk to me again.
This-a has to be one of the best/worst days of my entire life.