Tonight was going to be fantastic. Romano was getting ready for his date with Spain (Spain was taking him to someone's wedding to show him off!). He was too engrossed with his tie to hear the doorknob creak open, the door to his room slide open with a ssh on the carpet. Too obsessive to hear feather soft footsteps grinding themselves into the carpet. He didn't hear a thing until a voice spoke up.

"Hey, babe. Why not ditch that tomato bastard and come out with me?"

What? Who was that voice? It sounded so recognizable. Romano was a little scared to turn around and see who the newcomer was, seeing as he hadn't heard anything, so he looked in the mirror. What he saw scared him more than the fear of losing Spain (and secretly Italy too.)

Romano gulped. "W-Who are you? And how did you get in my house?"

The newcomer smiled a scary sweet smile. "I have a key~" He held up the long, copper skeleton key, waving it around. That was the key to his house that SPAIN used. How did he get Spain's key?

Romano's throat felt dry. This man had gotten into his house because he had a key. SPAIN'S key. This was not good. "But who are you?"

"Don't you recognize me?" He tilted his head slightly to the side. "I'm you! Well, kind of you."

"I know who you look like, but there's only one of me!" Romano turned to face himself, patting his chest for emphasis. "Am I going crazy? Who are you?"

"I'm the Romano," He took a few steps forward, still swinging the key. His eyes were calm, but he had the smile of a madman. He leaned over slightly to get closer to Romano without having to move his feet. "Who killed your Spain. Please, call me Roma."

"T-the hell? What do you mean you killed him?" Romano was taking steps back as this new man took them forward.

Romano number two laughed. "You are such a coward! I mean exactly what I said." He put the key in his breast pocket, an obvious move to hold Romano on edge. "He's dead." His face went from laughter to serous in less than a heartbeat. This man was crazy!

"You're lying! Spain is going to come through that door at any moment and KICK YOUR ASS!" Romano was up against the wall now, body trying to go through the wall.

The new Romano was getting closer. "Your Spain isn't anywhere near here," He cut himself off, thinking. "Well, I guess his body is. Would you like me to go get him?"

"N-No! Why would you do that?" Romano snuffled, beginning to cry. (Manly tears, of course.)

"It was easy." The new Romano was almost in the old Romano's face. "He didn't know the difference between you and me until my hands were on his throat, pushing the life breath right out of him. But you know what?" He chuckled to himself at the memory of killing the nation. "He didn't ask for me to spare him. He asked me not to hurt you. Isn't that sweet?"

"Why would you do that?" Romano squeaked.

Roma turned his head, eyes half lidded with a bored expression. "We're taking your places." He stood up strait and turned his back on Romano. Taking a few steps, he said, "But I'm not going to kill you."

"You're not?"

Roma turned his head just over his shoulder. His mouth curled into a pout as he began to speak. "That would be Spain's job."

"S-Shit!" Romano pushed his way past Roma and fled out the door, winding around the maze of his house. When he got to the front steps, he stopped dead.

Spain's body was lying on the ground. Blood seeped out of multiple bullet wounds, still warm. His eyes were glassed over in fear and death.

"Spain!" Romano howled. He resisted the urge to throw up and kept running. That is, until he ran headfirst into someone.

"You called? Oh..." The man he had run into had the same messy hair as Spain, just slightly darker. His eyes were an emerald green rather than the leafy shade Romano was used to. But there was no doubt who this man was. He was Spain.

Romano turned and ran in the opposite direction, only to run headfirst into himself.

"Hey, babe. How ya doin'?"

Romano grabbed the front of Roma's shirt, and began shaking him. "Why do you want to take our places? And why did you kill Spain?"

Roma laughed again, head thrown back. "Spain's right there!" He pointed to the New Spain.

"That's not Spain! That's your evil, messed up Spain!" He threw his arms up in exasperation.

Being part of the mafia made him at least a little prepared at all times. He pulled a gun from his vest and fired close range at Roma, then ran off.

"OOOOH!" Roma said, looking down at his clothes. "Blood! Hey, look! Blood!"

"Cupcake? Would you like a cupcake?" Romano paused to see England. Except England was wearing a cotton candy pink undershirt, a cotton candy blue bow tie, and a brown vest.

"Sorry. Don't have time for a cupcake." He started running again, but was tackled by England.

"There is ALWAYS time for a cupcake!" England shoved a cupcake in Romano's face.

Romano realized that this was not England, but a shitty, messed up version. Like that Spain.

"Wait," he gasped. "You're in this too?"

England shrugged. "Mine's dead, so I thought I'd help out in killing you. Now, cupcake?"

Romano struggled under England's weight. "Why do you want to take our places?"

"Because we're so much better! I'm pretty sure you're one of the last living originals. Isn't that right, Italy?"

Romano, assuming he was 'Italy,' responded. "NO!"

A set of footsteps came up behind him. "He wasn't talking to you, 'brother.' He was talking to me." There was another not nation. His own brother. Italy. "Look what I found!" He pulled out the real Italy's head and shoved it in Romano's face. "Isn't it pretty?"

"NO!" Romano shoved England off of himself and took off. Thank God for his Italian fleeting speed.

He heard a voice yell off in the distance. "I got Germany, did you get Romano?"

"Not yet!" A chorus of voices yelled from behind him.

He stopped running only when he saw a flash of silver in the corner of his eye. Spain's battle axe flew a few inches from his face before lodging itself in a nearby tree.

"DAMMIT! I missed!" Then Spain's rich laugh sounded throughout Romano's head. "Blood is red, the dead are blue, my name is Spain, and I'll KILL you! ~"

"Not if I get you first." Romano mumbled.

"That's a sexy gun, babe," Roma snuck up on Romano and pulled his curl. "Might need to keep you for a sex slave."

"CHIGII!" Romano turned and fired at everyone nearby.

"London Bridge is burning down, burning down, burning down! London Bridge is burning down. I killed England. Would you like a cupcake, a cupcake, a cupcake? Would you like a cupcake? I killed ENGLAND." The crazy England was advancing.

Romano took off, arms flailing, only to run headfirst into a tree. "owww..."

Spain was the closest to him as of now. "I'm going to kill you!" Romano shot Spain, only for the bullets to do nothing.

"You can't kill me. There's no one to take Spain's place. I'm the only one. And little Romano over there isn't dead either. He just really likes blood." Spain smiled sweetly as he slowly approched Romano. "You are so cute."

"Am not!"

"Yes, you are." Spain's face was right next to Romano's, before closing the gap with a short kiss. "Deny it and I'll kill you."

Romano just stared.

Spain's hand found its way to Romano's hair, feeling for the curl. "I don't want to kill you. I can save you, if you want. But you have to follow some rules"

Romano swatted Spain's hand away. "Go fuck a tree! Why would I follow your rules?"

"Your options are to follow the rules or die."

Romano didn't say anything.

"If you don't say anything, I'm going to kill you."

Romano paled. "...Fine..."

Spain laughed. "See, that was cute! I'll go talk to Roma. If you even so much as take a step, I will chop your head off without hesitation." Spain slowly walked to Roma, who was a few feet away.

Romano didn't dare move.

Spain soon returned. "As the new rep. of S. Italy, Roma says you can stay."

"Wait, what do you mean, 'New rep.?'" Romano was taken aback.

"You no longer represent South Italy." Spain explained calmly. "You have been replaced."

A/N: MUAHAHAHAHA! This is/was based off of an RP with Dawnshadow7 on Deviant art. Did you like it? Yes? no? Flamers? I DONT CARE. Review, please!

(I didn't finish editing. Fuck.)

The update schedg is one chapter for every 5 reveiws~~~ And, shameless advertising, I have two other stories you should read. "Pairings and Songs," for those of you who like song fics, and "Minnesotan Madness," for those of you who like stupid family drama! YAY! talk to you next update~