Found~Spamano

Chapter twenty

'That tomato bastard! That idiota! HOW DARE HE! Why? This isn't-a fair! Not-a fair at all! Why? Why me? I know I'm mean, sometimes selfish, but I try hard to be there for my brother. I tried hard for-a my Grandpa! I-a even put up and tried hard for Spain! And this is what happens to me? My brother is gone, my country is fading, and I finally love someone and they didn't even want me in the first place!'

'Wait....what?! What did I say?' I thought to myself frantically as I sat there while Hungary cooked some pasta in a pan on the oven.

I breathed in and out.

'What was that about loving someone?' I asked myself again.

I was-a so confused, angry, and so sad at-a that point that I couldn't stop the tears from coming. I placed my hands over my face and let the flood gates open. I couldn't hold them back anymore anyways.
My lips trembled and I placed my head on my arms, that I set carefully on the table. I shook and cried as Hungary hummed to herself, turned away from me for a moment.

I whimpered and felt so stupid for letting myself even hope for a moment like that. I-a soon felt arms wrapped around my head and a hand rubbing my back.

"Oh sveetie, Ich know it's hard to handle right now. I feel bad for Romano too! But everyzhing vill be alright." She cooed as she kissed the top of my head.

I wiped a few tears from my eyes and looked away embarrassed. I heard her giggle and patted my head before going back to the stove. As I say there, wallowing in heartbreak, I heard the front door open.
I froze and looked up, furiously wiping away the tears.

The musical bastard came in and kissed his wife before turning away and grabbing the paper on the counter.

"Guess who's here!" Hungary said happily as she supplied the pasta on a plate.

I sniffled and looked around quickly for an escape.

"Who?" Austria asked as he flipped through the newspaper.

"Italia! He's just in zhe dining room." She said as she looked over towards me, as I-a sat in the chair, wide eyed.

"Vhat...?! Zhat's veird! I vas just vizh him at his house..." Austria muttered and I heard his feet shuffle to where I was.

I dove under the table and mentally face palmed myself for not thinking things through.

"Zhere' no one here..." Austria said, confused.

"Vhat? He was just in zhere....he would've past us if he was going to zhe bazhroom. Oh! Maybe he's just shy." She said as she approached the table and looked under it.

"Italy, come out and see Austria!" She cooed and lend out a hand to me.

I nervously took it and I was pulled out from underneath it. I stood up straight and dusted my pants off. I looked up at the-a musical bastard and his eyes went wide.

"Z-ZHAT'S NOT ITALIA!" He cried.

"Isn't zhat's Romano??" He said, pointing at me.

All of a sudden, a huge BOING let out and my curl went straight up again. I patted the right side of my head and pushed the fake one back down.

So much for the disguise.
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After explaining myself for an entire hour, with Hungary threatening me with a frying pan, I-a finally finished my story.

The two were quiet for a minute or so, before Hungary got up and went to the kitchen.
Austria sighed and looked back at-a me.

"Romano....ve just vant vhat's best for your country..." He muttered.

"So getting rid of-a me makes things better huh!" I said, almost raising my voice.

"Now Romano, calm down. Vould you vant to see Ita- Feliciano, in pain?! Your side is still fading, und it hurts Feliciano emotionally and physically. You don't feel it do to zhe fact since it is you zhat it's happening to, but Feliciano can." Austria finished.

I sat back in defeat, and crossed my arms over my chest.

"It's...hurting him?" I asked.

"Ja, haven't you noticed vhy he's been to tired und sad lately?"

"Well...yeah..." I admitted, beginning to feel sad for my brother.

"Do you really vant him to feel zhat vay forever?" He asked.

I shook my head and sighed.

"It's for zhe best Romano, und besides, you're not going to fade avay for a long time. Trust me, Prussia hasn't for over two-hundred years." He muttered and I smiled a bit.

"So...I'm not going to fade away?" I asked.

"Not yet, no, you're going to live a long und happy life. Trust me." He said as he patted my knee.

Hungary came back in with the pasta she cooked for me, which was still good and hot. I ate it smiling, feeling a bit better that I can still be with my brother anyways.
Yet, anger still tugged at my heart.
What the hell was I going to do about Spain?