Tú eres mi luz celestial. (Spamano yaoi)

¿Se puede arreglar el corazón roto de este pobre muchacho?

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Hey there everyone! Thank you for reading the first part of my short series, "You Are My Heavenly Light," and clicking on pt 2, "Can You Fix This Poor Boy's Broken Heart?"

I hope you enjoy! ~(^-^)~

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"Youth", by Daughter.

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Can You Fix This Poor Boy's Broken Heart?

Spain stood there, frozen in his driveway, silently watching through blurred vision as the love of his life sped off and disappear down the dirt road. "Romano," He whispered brokenly. * "Romano, por favor, vuelve. *

He felt hollow. His body began to shake and he let out a chocked sob sinking down into the dirt. He gripped his hair and hunched his body forward as he cried bitter tears.

Behind him, Spain heard the soft footfalls of France walking slowly up to him. His fully clothed friend stood there behind him for a second before gently putting a comforting hand on kneeling man's slumped shoulder. He bent down beside him and rubbed calming circles all the while murmuring gentle words to him.

"Spain, my friend, it's all right. Come now, don't worry, we'll fix this mess right up! You'll see, I promise!" Spain didn't reply, he just hung his head and leaned into his friend seeking comfort.

France gently shifted until the dark haired man was in a standing position beside him. He cupped the Spaniard's face in his hand and looked at him directly in his emerald eyes. "Tomorrow you and I shall visit that fiery little tomato of yours and explain everything to him, oui ?* How does that sound?"

Spain nodded, eyes clouded with tears. Hiccuping slightly he hung his chocolate colored head.

France smiled sincerely, " I promise, we'll straighten out this mess. Now, come on, I'll go make some tea and Coeur a la crème with some caramelized strawberries. Sound good, no?"

France beamed when Spain looked up at him with a small smile on his tear stained face. He led his friend back into the large house, setting him on the couch before hurrying into the kitchen.

Quickly he pulled out his phone and dialed the third man of their trio; Prussia. The phone rang a total of six times before a cocky voice answered.

"Hello, how may my awesome-self serve your less awesome-self today?"

* "Oh, Dieu merci! Prussia, we've got an emergency!" France heard what sounded like bed sheets rustling as Prussia moved around.

"What do you mean an emergency?" He questioned warily in his thick accent.

"I mean, as in our plan to get our beloved Espania and Romano together has possibly crumbled!" France tried not to screech in despair into the phone.

* " Ach, Scheiße! " * Prussia growled. "What the hell happened? What the fuck did you do?"

"Me? It wasn't my fault!" He hissed angrily."Today was so unbearably hot, so Spain and I decided try and to cool off in the pond for a little awhile. So, we went upstairs to change, but before we could finish, I started to tease him on how excited he was to have the little firey tomato coming over later. Well, he punched me, I shoved him and...."

"And you guys had a friendly little brawl." Prussia interrupted already piecing together what had gone on. "And then Romano must have come in to see you two in a naughty position on the floor, correct?"