Spamano:: Sacrifices You'd Make out of Love

Chapter 6:: Memories

  "Roma!" At first the chibi thought it was apart of his imagination, so then he just continued sweeping off the small wooden porch of the spaniard's house. "Roma!" This time, the voice was much stronger and clearer, so the little italian raised his head. Amber eyes widened when he spot a red blur running towards him before then crashing down onto the little boy and wrapping his arms around the tiny figure, known as South Italy. "Oh Roma, I missed you! Te amo, te amo!" The older man cried happily, rubbing their cheeks together.

  Once Romano returned to his sences, he tried shoving off the pirate. "Stupid tomato-bastard! Get off-a me!"

  Antonio pulled off, but pouted, his emerald eyes upset. "But Lovi..." He whinned, his eyes filling with tears. "I was gone for four whole months and this is how you welcome me? I was earning money, fighting bad-guys, nearly getting killed, missing you, and-"

  Before the spanish man could finish, Lovino's hand came crashing down on his cheek, leaving a tiny, red hand-print before tossing his arms around the man. "I-a missed you-a too, okay!?" He snapped, his face bright red as he buried himself in Spain's warmth.

  Forgetting the slight pinch of pain in his cheek, he gently hugged Romano back with a small smile of contentment. "Te amo, Lovi..."

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  "How many times am I going to remember that?" Lovino muttered, leaning back against the frame of the guest bed in his care-taker's house. He heard soft voice from outside, and decided to ignore it, thinking it was Spain with Belgium since she had come by for a visit.

  Sighing, the italian slipped out of the rather comfortable bed. Quietly, he escaped the dark room, and made his decent down the staircase. "What the..?" Romano muttered, noticing all the lights were out. Lovino walked past Antonio's room, and peeked inside. The Spaniard lay huddled under the covers, sound asleep.

  Then who's...? Spinning around, the italian made his way to the door. Once he opened the door, he saw three figures running away, their backs to the house so Romano couldn't see who they were. "What the hell?" He muttered, closing the door. The man headed into the kitchen, running a hand through his dark hair with a soft sigh. Quietly, he started assembling utensils to make breakfast since he could see the tip of the sun over the horzon, meaning Spain could wake soon. Once he turned on the burner, the awful smell of smoke filled his nose and the faint crackling of fire mmade him turn. He didn't see anything, but he squinted and saw the faint outline of gray smoke crawling down the stairs. "Oh, crapola."

  Not even thinking of he woke Spain, Romano knocked over a vase on he dash towards and up the staircase. The noises got louder and louder the closer he got to his room, and yelped when his fingers grazed the scalding door-knob. The flickering light in the cracks of the door caused him to take a step back with his amber eyes wide. "Spain! SPAIN!?" Lovino screamed, stumbling back as flames started licking under the door, seemingly reaching out for his feet.

  Footsteps instantly stumbled across the first story of the house then up the stairs. "Lovi!" Antonio cried in his hurry, praying that the poor boy wouldn't be in the room. To his relief, Romano was just outside of his room, but horror replaced  the comfort when he saw, smelt, and heard the flames. "Romano?" He muttered, gently grabbing the younger man's shoulder. Spain's eyes then widened in shock as the Italian quickly spun and tossed his arms around his guardian.

  Romano squeezed the spaniard, and refused to release him. So Antonio thanked god that he fell asleep with his phone in his pocket as he started to dial 9-1-1.   

  During the call, emerald eyes expanded as his felt his thin shirt start to soak where the smaller man's face was. After Spain hung up, he pried Lovino off. "Roma." Spain gently cupped Romano's red face and spoke gently. "I'm going to keep the fire from spreading. You go downstairs, and wait for me. I'll come back down when the fire department arrives." He instructed, and the amber eyed man nodded before complying.

  Lovino curled up on the couch, shaking in fear. Why was he so scared of fire? Or was it something else? Was someone after him? Was it those people that ran off? If so, why?

 Not very long later, fire-man burst through the door and dashed upstairs. After four or so were already up, Antonio came down. Once the Spaniard was in view, Romano launched himself and threw his arms back around the older man.

  "Whoa, Roma!" Spain yelped in surpised, but hugged the man back none-the-less. "Roma, are you okay, amigo?"

  Some how, the spanish word made Lovino's chest hurt, but he shoved it aside, crying into the older man's chest. "Stupid bastard!" He snapped pulling back and yanking on Spain's arm. "You fucking got burned!"

  Antonio couldn't help but smile as Romano dragged him into the kitchen, then watched as he shakily fumbled through the medicine cabnit. The feeble man shoved the older man into a seat then slammed the appliences he gathered onto the table. His knuckles were white as he grasped the ointment as gently spread the fluid on Spain's wounds just as he did years ago.

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  "Spain, you're-a such a bastard!" Romano screamed, pounding his tiny fists against Spain's legs.

  The older man just laughed, and scooped Romano up into his arms. "Aww~, Lovi!~ You're so cute!~" Spain cooed, rubbing their cheeks together.

  Lovino shoved the head away but made no attempt to escape the shelter of his guardian's warm arms. "You stupido! You were-a gone for five-a months! You promised you'd-a be back in one!"

  Antonio pouted. "I'm sorry, Lovi. I meant to be home so much sooner, but work caught up all too fast and things kept piling up on my shoulders. But I'll stay here for a whole seven months! This promise I won't break!"

  That's when the chibi noticed the wounds and blood. "You damn idiota!" He yelled, shocking Spain a bit. "You got hurt! Inside now! I'll take care og it!" He demanded, and the older man complied. Antonio watched as chubby hands dressed his wounds.

  Spain chuckled, and kissed the fuming nation's head. "Te amo, Lovi.~" He whispered, and Lovino visably relaxed.

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  "Te amo, mi pequeño Roma." Antonio murmured, placing his lips on Romano's head as he wrapped the burned man's arms. As his soft lips staid placed on Lovino's head, the italian relaxed, but wondered if the spaniard shared the memory he just remembered. The shaken man could stop the corners of his lips from raising just slightly.

  "Ti amo." He whispered back, not loud enough for Spain to hear, even though the man now was resting his chin on the younger man's head. "Ti amo... somehow."