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Warnings: Prepare your feels

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9:05 PM

Roma's eyes blazed with anger, his fist crumpling the note.

"Roma, sunshine, please calm down!" Spain says, worry clouding his normally happy features. "You're drunk and angry, let's think about this rationally!"

"I am! We need to kill that bastard!" He shouts, rushing forward towards the door, only taking three steps before Spain catches him, wrapping his arm around Romano's waist.

"Well, then..." Spain tries to rationalize with his drunk mind, planning anything he can to convince his lover to calm down. "We have to plan. We need to or else we'll get caught. And we can pick the best way to kill him. It'll be better if we plan first." He says uncertainly, hoping Romano will take the bait. Fortunately, he does.

"Yeah if we killed him right now we would have to get around Prussia too. But if we get him to go someplace else we can kill him there and maybe we could eat him, too." Romano agrees, starting to calm down to a more reasonable level. Spain let out a massive sigh of relief in his mind, thinking of a way that he might be able to calm him down enough that he would fall asleep and calm down. His arms loosened from Romano's waist, and let go. After making sure that he wasn't going to try and run away again, Spain stepped in front of Romano and put his hands on his shoulders.

"Si, you're right. But, we have to remember that they both work out, and Germany loves to train. We'd have to think of a way that we could get the upper hand, so that we wouldn't be the ones to be killed." Spain looked deep into his eyes, seeing the Italian start to relax and tell he was thinking of what he had said. "Why don't we plan in the morning, sunshine?" Going back to being cheerful, Spain tiled his head to the side and laughed a little bit. 'When he has a hangover in the morning, maybe he'll forget about his, or I can just convince him we should wait til later...Yea, I like that idea!' Thankfully, Romano looked to the side and huffed, and knowing him, Spain knew that was a 'yes' or him just going along with things. His face lightened up, and Spain embraced his boyfriend, Romano yelling in surprise and pushing Spain away.

"Get off me, asspad!" Romano smacked Spain on the head, but not hard enough to knock him out, only enough to really hurt. So, Spain submitted and let go, keeping a wide smile. Then, grabbing his hand, he started to pull the drunk to the bedroom, so that they could sleep in waiting for the next day.

Romano rolled to the side, grunting when he felt the bright sun shine down on his face. He tried to pull a pillow over his face, half trying to cover the sun and fall back asleep, and half due to the fact that he was very irritated at the rude wakening. Minutes passed before his attempt of falling back asleep were failing, he realized he might as well get out of bed. Roma had forgotten of the night before expect the drinking, which left him with a nasty headache and hangover. He yanked the pillow down from his face, and cracked one eye open to look down at the bed. Next to him, the blankets had been pushed around, and the empty pillow beside him looked like it had been slept in. This made Romano scared that h may have slept with someone last night on accident, but quickly pushed that idea out of the way after not realizing he didn't feel like he had had sex the previous night, and he still clothes on. Thoughts started to go through his head of what had been going on last night, still laying there in the bed with all his clothes still on.

Romano froze. He heard a noise from downstairs, sounding like it may have come from the kitchen. Scenes suddenly fully alert, he quickly pushed himself up and carefully placed his feet on the wooden floor, not wanting to make any sounds. He slowly started to make his way to the door, opening it and poking his head out. When he didn't see anything, he continued out the door, and peered over the balcony, seeing if he could get a better view. More sounds kept erupting from the kitchen, sounding like somebody was baking or cooking meals. As he looked over, he could see the silhouette of a tall man, working his way around his kitchen with pots and pans. Romano squinted his eyes and stood up, mixed emotions of relief, anger, and confusion stirring inside him.

"...Spain?"

The man downstairs turned around, looking up at the staircase, seeing where the voice came from. His eyes met Spain's, making Romano fluster and stand up.

"The hell are you doing here?" He stayed at the top of the staircase, and just looked to the side.

"Making you breakfast, do you remember anything from last night?" This brought Romano's attention back over to the Spaniard, eyes wide. He searched through his thoughts, but couldn't find anything. Only when his gaze fell to the table, where the letter still sat, did he remember everything that had gone on. Once again, anger started to fill him to the brim.

"Yes." He answered, speaking through gritted teeth and his hands squeezing the railing.

"Come down here." Spain noticed the attitude and gently invited him down to eat. He turned back around to continue cooking, and Romano dragged his feet down the steps. He reached the bottom and walked over to Spain, seeing that he had already made a meal for the both of them and had it set on the table.

"The hell is all this for?" He walked over and picked up what he saw sitting next to the plates of food, a letter. He started to read it and saw it was the love letter Germany had wrote for his little brother. He immediately became angry once more, and crunched it up in his fist. Spain looked behind him and saw that Romano had re-read the letter.

"Hey, before you start wanting to do rash things, I wanted to talk." Spain looked down and untied his apron and set it down on the counter before walking over to the table and sitting down. He gestured for Roma to take a seat as well, and he did. "I know you are still mad, but I wanted to keep him alive longer. I wanted to start off the real killing with an easier target." This grabbed Romano's attention has he looked up and began to eat the food set out for him. "I was told that Lithuania is not going to be at Russia's house for a few days, he would be fairly easy. Poland doesn't stick up for him far too much these days, so I doubt he would be with him while he's gone. I think he would be best." Romano swallowed his food and gave a questioning glance.

"Really? Lithuania?" Romano looked unimpressed, but then thought for a bit, realizing again that is really would be pretty easy. He put another fork full of food into his mouth and moved his head in a small gesture, showing Spain he agreed. Spain smiled back, gladly knowing that he no longer had to deal with having to murder Germany until the time was right. He really would be the hardest one; him, Russia, The Nordics, and Prussia. They just had to wait for the right times, and stay low of any suspicion. In the time being, Spain grabbed the folder lying on the edge of the table and started to write every one of their new plans down. He could not forget something as exciting as this, they would start today!

Germany put the phone down from the long and troubling phone call. He knew this was right, no matter how much he hated doing it, it had to be done. He felt a sharp pain of sorrow in the pit of his stomach, but he ignored it and stood up. Walking out of the room, Germany just continued on with his day, like what he just did had never happened.

Romano and Spain sat right outside of Russia's house, waiting for their new person of choice to appear out. They sat in the brush a block away, still able to see who entered and left the house. They sat in silence and watched for an hour, Romano was getting very irritable.

"Why are we still waiting for the little shit?"

"Hush!" Spain threw up a hand in front of his face and pointed with the other to show him that Lithuania was opening the door. They both directed all their attention to the man, watching him leave. Lithuania shut the door behind him and began walking down the sidewalk, their eyes intently following his every move. It was still unclear to the both of them on why Lithuania was leaving Russia's house for a while, but that didn't matter anymore, as long as he would be killed in a clean fashion. They had already completed one heinous act, what's more to lose?

Romano swallowed hard, this would be their first real intentional murder, his stomach twisted in tension. His hand twitched in anticipation around the sharp and delegate knife in his palm. Spain looked down and saw the motivation in Romano's eyes, knowing that this was their chance.

"Ready?"

"Yes, please." They began to rise from their spots in the shrubs, gazes locked on the smaller nation. But they froze when they heard a stomach wrenching sound. The distant call of a police car rang in the couples ears. Every second brought it closer to them, Romano's head slowly inched to his left, and to his horror, he saw they silhouette of the cop car. Another. Two more. Four more. 'Shit...' There was the entire police force speeding in their direction. Lithuania jerked his head around and saw the heard of police storming in his direction, and he stopped. The cars raced to the front of Russia's house and slammed the brakes. Romano and Spain where standing up enough out of the brush, to be seen by anyone who looked over at them. Police poured out of the cars and looked over, scanning the landscape around them

"S-Spain...Shit, I'm sorry..." Romano reached over and tugged on his shirt, getting his attention to the cops looking and pointing at the two. They had found them. Both men knew why they were being tracked down, but didn't understand how they had been figured out. It didn't matter anymore. Spain's pupils shrunk and he had the worst feeling in the pit of his stomach.

"Roma, I love you." Spain had tears starting to form in his eyes and drip down, Romano quickly looked at him, scared and tightening his grip on the knife as the police started to charge at them. Rough hands grasped their shoulders, hauling them onto the concrete, scraping their knees and bruising them everywhere. Clubs rained down on them as they fought with their animalistic need to stay standing and stay alive. He could hear the faint shouts from the police as Spain's entire body became numb, an officer getting him right in the stomach so he has no choice but to collapse. He could see Romano being beaten and the knife being jerked from his hand and thrown to the side. Their heads where shoved into the grass and arms yanked behind them. Cold steel hand cuffs hugged their wrists tightly. Spain saw Romano looking back at him and screaming as they were dragged away, his face drenched in sweat, blood, and tears. He kept yelling at Spain, 'I'm sorry's and 'I love you's but the cop quickly slammed down on his head. His body went limp, having been knocked unconscious from the blow. With cruel roughness, the police officer continued to drag him away. By the time he could force his eyes open, he was shoved into a police courser, being torn away from his lover as his car raced away and Spain's eyes followed, a look of pure misery and not the slightest hint of hope in them. He couldn't think, he couldn't move, 'What's wrong with me? Why can't I do anything...?' The love of his life disappeared from his vision and tears replaced everything, all he wanted was to go back home. To have Spain hold him while he cried. He wanted to wake up. But that wasn't going to happen.

A loud noise hit Spain's ear drums, making him snap back into full awareness. He had been awake the entire time, but his state of mind said otherwise, not allowing himself to hear or process any information given around him. He blinked his eyes a few times and looked around, seeing he was in a massive court room filled with people, he was in an orange jump suit with his hands in chains. He turned to the other side and saw Romano looking at the judge with streams of tears flowing down his face. 'Why is Roma crying? What's going on?!' He started to panic, the judge began to speak again,

"So it's settled. Thanks to Mr. Ludwig, we were able to go to the Vargas household and discover the suspected crimes to be true. A manila folder contained the rest of the plans to attack and cannibalize Mr. Toris, had been left on the table, letting us stop them before more harm was done. Now, to get this over with the fastest, Mr. Lovino Vargas will be transported to the next hall to be given the electric chair as punishment for his crimes." His heart stopped. Did he hear her correctly? Romano...is going to be executed?!

The judge continued. "And as for Mr. Antonio F. Carredio, he will be transported to the prison, where he will stay to serve his three life sentences as punishment for his crimes. Both will be moved immediately, Mr. Carredio will not be permitted to stay for the execution of Mr. Vargas. Do you have anything to say before you're sent off, Mr. Vargas?" Spain frantically looked at his lover, 'This can't be happening!', Romano had his head hanging down, tears continuing to fall off his chin. His head raised and he jumped forward, surprising the police guard and making him jerk back on the chains that were attached to Romano's arms.

"That little shit deserved what he got, I don't regret a thing!" Romano screamed at the judge and the jury. Spain stood there in horror, everything was happening too fast, he couldn't keep up. The guard jerked Romano back down and started to push him out of the room. Spain looked back at the judge, her expression terrified from the words spoken to her.

"Very well." Her tone was cold and harsh, she signaled the guard that stood behind Spain to leave. The guard tugged in the opposite direction from Romano, Spain felt himself draw farther away from his partner. No! He couldn't give up so soon after getting Romano to love him, not after so long he'd loved Romano. He wouldn't, couldn't give up. He screamed out in retaliation, he was not going to fail this easy. Every moment that Spain and Romano had shared together flashed through his mind, tears brushed his face as he bolted to Romano. The chains that held him back tore at his wrists, the bite of losing Romano tore at his heart. Romano had already left his sight through the door, heading to the execution hall. But Spain sprinted after. More guards started to race at Spain, trying to hold him back as he struggled to get away from their grasps. Once again, clubs rained down as they started to beat him, news cameras catching every moment of the fight, but Spain kept struggling. His head throbbed with pain from the beatings, he had at least four men on him now, all holding him back. But his motivation was stronger than theirs, and he managed to wiggle free long enough to get the chains from their hands and ran. He bolted out into the hallway, feeling his heart pump blood to his brain, his senses faded except for his hearing, nosing into every small sound he heard from the hall. The sound of guards calling from behind him grew fainter as he ran with all the strength he had left. He loved Romano too much to let him die while he, himself, was allowed to live. So he kept running, the sound of a door close caught his attention, and he ran farther down the hall, turning swiftly and with power. He saw a single light illuminate one room ahead of him, he burst through.

And there he was. Romano was strapped into the electric chair all alone, no audience sat in the room, letting Spain run up to the glass shield between them, and press his hands against it. He started to scream Romano's name, seeing him hang his head in defeat, then the switch flipped. Romano started to jerk in his seat, limbs in a complete spasm as electricity surged through him. Spain watched in agony as Romano was dying, the guards rushed in and trampled Spain, forcing him into the hard concrete floor. He didn't fight anymore, they beat him harder and jerked his arms back. Spain watched as Romano spasm-ed more and more in the chair. Spain choked out the last words to his love in a melodic tone, his heart and his head aching as he was forced farther and farther from his love.

"You a-are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy when skies are grey. You'll never know dear, how much I love you, so please don't take my sunshine away..."

Then Romano went completely limp and the light left his white, unseeing eyes.

The other night dear,

When I lay sleeping,

I dreamt I held you in my arms,

When I awoke dear,

I was mistaken,

So I hung my head and cried.

Trigger warning: suicide if you can't handle that, skip to the AN at the end

The twilight air breezed into the concrete box, sending chills up his spine. Tears continued down his face as the pencil in his hand produced the words on the thin paper. He had been working for weeks now, finishing this story for him to remember always of the love that they once shared. It was all gone now, but when he read what he had wrote, it seemed real once again. He had witnessed the death of his one true love, and yet he was still left to live. It was a curse in his mind, true torture that he would end today.

The last few words of the story itched onto the paper and his calloused hands pulled it together. All complete, he looked at the notebook that he held in his hand, the front written neatly in cursive lettering. He felt like his love was there with him every time he read the story, but when he looked up from the book, the anguish took over. The midnight guards had left early, giving him time to make his paradise hole. The bars of the window had been removed, making for a clear exit out of the jail cell. He held the book close to his chest as he walked over to the open gap in the wall and looked down. He had been placed in a very unusually tall prison, assuring for a successful suicide if he jumped.

So, with his last few breaths, he put his legs through the window and sat on the edge. Closing his eyes, he spoke one last time.

"I'm coming Roma, I'll finally be with you; my one and only sunshine." And with that, he pushed himself off the edge, still holding the book close to his heart. The fast motion through the air let his hair flow behind him, falling through the moist air. He smiled as he fell, felling safe and comforted that he will be with his love again.

Then the white light took over and filled his sight, not even feeling pain, but warmth. He blinked his eyes open and saw a familiar figure in front of him with a wide smile. He gasped and ran into the open arms, the two embracing each other tightly. They both exploded with emotion that they could be together forever now, and nobody could ever tear them apart again.

He was finally with his one and only sunshine.

I'M SORRY

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I really loved writing this with Sammy, it was so fun! I hate finishing stories, it's like another part of my soul dies ;-; - Sam