The American's past

17. Umn so y e s

Despite my protests he kept dragging me away. We then ended up in his and Italys room. He looked annoyed but sympathetic? How in the world does that work? He sits me on Italys bed and he sits on his bed. He speaks up,

"So where abused idiota?"

I stay still for a movement before nodding.
He sighs and rolls up his sleeves. You could see some marks on him,scars. I slightly gasp.

"W-what happened?" I ask

"Abuse happened" he deadpanned.

If he was abused...he was raised by Spain...so Spain..Spain abused him and now he wants him....god this is messed up.

"Why are you telling me this?" I want to make sure he is doing ok now...

"Because your not alone,do you think no one can tell when you look down or avoid England. How you stick by your brother or vodka bastard. Why do you stick with him? Isn't he your rival?"

I freeze up. I can't let him know we are together! I say "I-I cat tell you that." Before his could respond Spain barged in

"Ohhh Roma tomato! There you are!"
Spain spoke with a sickly sweet voice I wanted to throw up. Romano looked disgusted to hell and back

"Leave tomato bastard" he spoke

Spain blinked before speaking "oh come on do you want to be with the fat bastard or me?"

I look down in shame. Romano slightly defended me

"I don't now leave!" He had to physically push him out but they where out talking. I couldn't understand what was going on. But when Romano came back he was shaking . I understood this a sign of abuse or threatening.

"Hey are you ok?" I ask just to maybe get something.

He shook his head "I'm fine"

"You're shaking though" I spoke

He just hugged and left me alone. I took in my surroundings. I saw an Italian flag on the wall where the beds lay and a book shelf on Italy's side with what seemed to be Medical books? And on Romano's side there was a bookshelf full of romance books. And some cook books

I looked back at the door. Maybe this was his way of befriending people?

I wouldn't mind a freind...