Spain took me home after that, and I hoped the whole way that he'd just think I'd tripped, or that I was tired, he didn't say a word the whole walk.
As soon as we were in the house though he demanded an explanation. Saying people didn't just collapse from being a little tired, and how could I lie to him face to face?
So I told him, and when I did he looked like I'd kicked him in the balls, he just stood with his fists clenched and his eyes wide, and then he hugged me. he held me tight and stroked my hair and even though he tried to keep it quiet, to not let his shoulders shake, I knew he was crying and I felt awful because it was my fault that the stupidly overly cheerful Spaniard was now breaking down in my arms and for the first time in six years, I cried too.
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Down South
Fanfictioneveryone knows Hetalia from Veneziano's side, but what about Romano? where was he during all of this? this is Romano's diary (that I may or may not have stolen from his bedroom) it is will of photos and stories of him growing up with Spain (warning...
