Found~Spamano

Chapter eighteen

I slipped both of my hands into my jacket pockets as I walked along the grey sidewalk, enjoying the little droplets of rain falling from the trees onto it from earlier, when the storm came. I growled and took refuge under a tree near some house, when I noticed a couple sitting on the porch of it.

I didn't meant to pry, so I kind of stood there awkwardly and was about to apologize when I-a heard my name.

"....Romano shouldn't even be aloud to see Italy anymore!" A German voice announced.

"Vell, zhat is true, but Italy vould be heartbroken..." Another German said, sounding female.

"Ja, I know, but zhis is zhe future of Italy ve are talking about Elizabeta." I heard him-a mutter.

'Wait...Elizabeta?! Hungary? That voice...IS THAT THE MUSICAL BASTARD?!' I thought urgently and snuck up to the side of the house, peaking over the porch floor.

"Zhere can be a future vizh Romano too!" She argued.

"Ja, but South Italy is already disintegrating, haven't you looked at zhe paper in Italy? Zhe South Italy side doesn't exist anymore, it's only for zhe North Italy side." He said calmly.

I heard her voice crack as she answered next.

"But....zhis isn't fair. If eizher of zhem found out..."

"Relax, Romano is miles avay vizh Spain, lord only knows vhat zhat veirdo vas zhinking vhen he took him in. He was-a after somezhing else! Und you know vhat!" Austria muttered.

"Stop zhat, you know it vould hurt Romano if he knew zhe truzh." Hungary said, after I heard a smack on something.

"OW! Elizabeta!" He cried.

For the record, at this-a point, I was ready to flipping break something, hopefully the musical bastards neck, when they continued on talking.

"Anyvays, it is Italia's choice, it is for him to decide vhether or not to cast his brozher out. Und I zhink ve bozh know zhe answer." She said truthfully.

I shook off more rain drops that fell from the siding of the house when I smiled a bit, my spirits being lifted.

Feliciano loves-a me! He would never do such a thing... I think, at least.

I mean, sure, I-a can be a bit mean to him at times, but that doesn't mean he would just-a kick me out of my own country!

Yes...yes of course he wouldn't.

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After trying to hear more of their conversation, I heard footsteps thumping down the porch and disappearing after a door opened. I sighed in relief.

"Everything will-a turn out fine Romano!" I told myself over and over as I headed back to Feli's house.

Yet, part of me didn't-a think so very much. I couldn't shake the feeling of anger as I went back to Feli's house.

Anger at the musical bastard, anger at Feli for-a not telling me any of this, and finally, anger at myself for showing weakness and fading.

Whoa! I wasn't-a fading! I couldn't be.

I mean, sure I was a little frightened for my side, but I'm-a sure everything will be fine right! Those-a bastards can't bring me down!

As the new burst of confidence buzzed me, I hurried towards the house and opened the door quickly, before shutting it behind me and running into the living room.

I panted for a minute when I saw Feli looking at me weird.

"Fratello? You-a looked like you just ran a marathon!" He said with a little smile.

I shook my head and took off my jacket, before collapsing on the couch.

"N-No, I-a just needed a little walk..." I muttered.

He stood up and approached me. I grumbled and sat up.

"Everything's-a fine Fratello." I muttered again and stood up, before picking up my jacket and hanging it up on a coat hanger in the closet near the door.

"It-a doesn't seem so! You-a looked like you've seen a ghost!" He said worriedly and stepped closer.

I stepped back and looked away.

"Don't-a be silly. Now, go make pasta or something, I need to go to my room." I grumbled and jammed my hands into the pockets of my pants and headed down Feli's hallway towards the guest room.

"O-Oh! Yes! Okay!" I heard him say happily and skipped to the kitchen.

I opened my door and shut it, before hurrying to my bed and falling down upon it.

"W-Why? Why me! I-a didn't do anything wrong! Please, you-a gotta let me live..." I murmured, before the flood gates opened and I became all-a teary eyed and hiccups.

I closed my eyes and tried to strangle my emotions like-a always would.

'I need to-a stay strong! It isn't-a over yet!' I remember thinking as I rubbed my eyes furiously and sat up.

Yet, another thing poked at the back of my mind. What had Austria said about Spain knowing something?

How the musical bastard knew that Spain couldn't keep me because he-a wanted something else?

What? Didn't he-a want me at all?