Operation Hetalia

Chapter Seven

I looked at him as he breathed in deeply. My mind was going in circles. On the phone Spain told him to tell me but Romano just said Spain told him not to tell me. Romano sighed and began to speak.

"Years ago, when my country had become stronger Spain was helping me grow stronger with him. I didn't know how to explain my feelings. I was with Belgium around then because Spain told me men usually date and marry a woman they really love. I didn't understand at the time what he was trying to say so I started dating her. She got really crazy about me. I tried to tell her how I felt but she took it the wrong way and we broke up." he said.

"And? There is more right?" I asked.

"Yeah there is more." he said.

"What happened?" I asked again.

"Spain tried to comfort me. He thought I really liked her. I didn't know if I did or not. I got over her fast. Spain started to get really clingy and play with my curl. At night I heard him say really weird things. I didn't think anything of it. But then France came over and it stopped for a while. But a month later Spain got really bad. He kept having us take days away from working and just go swimming or sleep around the house..." he paused again.

"Romano?" I muttered.

He started to shake a little. "He came over to me one day in the summer about four years ago and said we needed to talk. So we went into his room to talk. I had never thought that my boss, Spain, would feel this way. He told me that he wanted me to leave the house because he'd fallen in love with me. He couldn't get anything done for a while. He had waited until I was strong enough to tell me he could see me without loosing focus."

"Roma-" I said quietly.

My brother made a small whimper like noise and took another deep breath.  "I had grown attached to Spain and didn't want to loose him. I knew I sounded weak but I really was. I told him I'd be his if he'd stay with me forever. He agreed to it but wanted it to be hidden. So he never wanted anyone to know two countries were... And it had went from small kisses to what happened today before you called me. We'd been doing that for almost four years in secret."

I looked at him. I understood most of it now. I couldn't help but be mad at him for not telling me he was gay and having this happy fun time with Spain. I couldn't really yell at him when he is as drunk as he is.

"Why did tell you to tell me earlier?" I asked.

"He thought that you should know that people can be open with their lovers and to others about who they love. And honestly I love Spain. I couldn't wish for a better past four years." he said.

"I love you, Romano. Your my only family and I'm glad I have you." I said.

"Italy. Good night." he said and went to bed.

I went to bed again and woke up smiling. I wasn't sure what I was going to do. I dreamt that I was alone in a pure white room and then my friends bodies dropped to the floor one by one and Germany's landed on me. It was smeared in blood and smelled.

I woke up. Romano was whining from a hangover. I smiled and hugged him. He grunted and pushed me off.

"What was that for?" he asked.

"You know." I said slowly.

"What? Really?" he said.

"You told me...about...you and...Spain." I said.

He made a nervous face. "That we have..." he started.

I nodded and he hit himself. We sat in silence. "Okay, out. I gotta get dressed." I said.