Shotguns in Their Roses (Hetalia)

Alarms Sound in Madrid

Spain loved his little tomato, he really did.

He could put up with his cursing, his abuse, his laziness, and his clumsiness. But, even Spain had a limit.

And that limit had definitely been reached by Romano's new obsession.

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One day, Spain had decided to visit his old charges house, just to see how he was doing.

Clad in a sun hat, a, shall we say, loud Hawaiian shirt, and kaki shorts, he walked up the winding pathway to the front door, taking extra caution to say on the path after hearing about what had happened to Japan a few months before.

His eyebrows still weren't completely back grown yet.

Spain raised his fist to knock on the door, but a sudden, strong gust of wind blew from behind him and the door simply blew open on its own. "Huh." He muttered, a bit confused on why the door apparently wasn't just unlocked, but not even closed properly. Suddenly, his eyes went wide.

What if the door was partially open like this because Russia had broken into the Italies house to force them to become one? What if England's pirate personality suddenly made a totally random and unexpected return and for some reason decided to target Lovi? What if, he shuttered, America's alien "friend" Tony finally reviled his true purpose for coming to Earth and wanted Lovi as a test subject?!

Those thoughts gave the man strength and with a loud cry of "Don't worry Lovi! I'll save you from the Russian pirate alien!", charged into the house.

It seemed to be empty, but one could never tell. Spain immediately started running into every room in site, until he made it into a certain Southern Italians bedroom.

Only to be met with a very, very shiny gun. A gun that was held by a hand. A hand that was part of an arm. And arm that was attached to very angry Romano.

Spain froze. Why was his little tomato pointing a loaded gun at him? He immediately checked his memory for anything that he could have recently done to piss him off.

Suddenly, Lovi's tense body relaxed and he lowered his arm as he recognized the intruder.

"Oi, tomato bastard, why're you in my damn house?!" The smaller nation demanded. "You almost made me get your stupid blood all over Angelo, chiggii." Spain assumed that " Angelo" was his gun, as that was the only murder weapon around.

That he could see, that is.

"Oh, I just wanted to drop in a quick visit Lovi~. The door was already open! You know that isn't safe to do that, what if a creepy stalker got in? Hey, is that your old Beretta Model 1935? I haven't seen one in years! Can I see that for a second?!" He cut off his rambling to make a grab for the gun. Romano hissed a bit and backtracked quickly, holding the gun in a way that reminded Spain of Golemn holding the Precious from that Lord of the Things.... yep, he's fairly sure that's what it's called.

"Don't touch my bambini." The other brunette growled out. Spain put his hands up in surrender. "Si, si. Hey, do you want to go out for some lunch or something?" He asked, trying to change the subject before his former lackey shot him, or worse.

Romano reluctantly agreed, but the entire time they were out he almost obsessively was cleaning his already quite shiny gun.

Spain found that strange for quite a few reasons. Of course one was the obvious 'who in their right mind cleans deadly weapons in public thing', but another was that the nation couldn't remember the last time the younger had taken an interest in weapons so religiously. He knew there was a last time, just not when.

Of course, he brushed it off and they had an....... interesting lunch together, but as he walked away from the house, there was a sign he hadn't noticed coming in right next to the road with two different languages on it.

It said 日本は、地雷があることを覚えている in what he could recognize in Japanese, though all he could translate was "Japan" at the beginning. Under that was avvertimento idiota fratello: miniera terrestri avanti in what he assumed to be Italian.

The country shrugged and continued on, when his sun hat blew off and landed on the lawn. Spain sighed and went to retrieve it when, just like Japan had, was blown 50-ish ft in the air.

He later found his hat in perfect condition, sitting in that exact same spot the lawn.

Authors note: I have no clue why the cover's so blurry, it might just be on my screen, but I'm trying to fix it. FYI, I'm just telling you I hate reading authors notes, so why subject you guys to the torture?! But, as I'm writing it now, let me just say I love all of you guys reading my story. All I ever expected was maybe on or two readers, but apparently (last time I checked, which was a few minutes ago) I have 14! So I genuinely thank each and every one of you 14 people. Just saying this now, I love Dark!Italy stories, and stories about countries finding out Italy's past, so expect those to come. Maybe. Possibly. Doubtful, but maybe. Thanks you guys so much, again, for reading SitR.

)Wow, that sounded better in my head. If you read it aloud it sounds like sitter.) Anyways, if you reached this checkpoint, thanks for reading this insane authors note!

And I'll just get this out of the way, I own no characters in this book, and I found the pictures on google. All that's mine is the plot. That's it.

~ Sparrow