It's mainly Spamano, but some Gerita, (mabbe Fruk), appear.
Some deaths, but, well, no horror!
Human names used :3
Pardon me if I make some grammar mistakes...English isn't really my first language!
I just got an idea for this fanfic from Moyoki's fanfic… I hope they aren't too similar! :/
"Romano...?"
Bang, bang, tap, clash.
Where was he? Why was he in this room? Did it really matter right now? And why was he seeing...
This was a dream, right? This wouldn't happen in reality... This was just a bad nightmare.
Yes, there was no way that Romano would be lying on the floor, covered with blood, right?
"Romano..." he smiled. Wow, it wasn't every day that Romano played a prank on him. Especially not a bad taste prank like this.
He sat down next to his dear partner. No, no, no, no
Slowly and carefully, he lifted Romano and rested his head on his lap. If you didn't see all the blood, you would think it was one man taking siesta on other guy's lap. That was how peaceful Romano looked.
-!
He knew this could happen, but still...
No, no, no, no. This was just a nightmare. Nothing else.
"Romano?" He gently shook him up as if he was waking up from siesta.
Ah, now he thought about it, he never woke Romano up before. This person was the always the one who woke him up ever since they knew each other. Wait—Romano always waited for him to go to sleep, too.
...And he thought Romano used to be a selfish little kid.
"Romano, Romano, Romano," He shook his partner and shook him and shook. Faster and faster and faster.
According to the emergency treatment rules, this wasn't safe for the patient. But those rules right now were stuffed in the corner of his brain.
Only thing that mattered to him was to wake Romano up.
wakeupwakeupwakeup...thisiswhyIdidn't wantyoutogotowar! RomanoRomanoRomano—pleasepleaseplease—...
"Big brother Spain..."
...! This voiceRoma—
He turned around as fast as possible; so fast he almost dropped Romano's head. Only to see...
"...Ita-chan," he whispered, not even trying to hide his disappointment.
The twin brother just let out a faint smile. He also was covered with blood, but he was walking here, so he would survive. Unlike—
-Unlike who? No one died here. What was he thinking about?
"Big brother Spain...I..."
...Why...why...despite all my best to force myself to believe that this is not real...Ah, water started to drip down from his eyes. What was that liquid called again ?
...why does your eyes always bring me back to reality, Italy?
"He's dead, Big Brother Spain. Let him go now...please."
...No.
This wasn't real. There was no way. Italy was just lying. Today must be April Fool's day.
"Listen , Big Brother Spain, there is still hope."
-Hope? What hope? Dead can't come back alive. That was a fact, and even an infant knew that.
Italy grabbed Spain's hands away from Romano and forced Spain to look at him. Whatever he was going to say was important. Spain knew that but he couldn't still focus.
"My...big brother represented Italy..." he sounded like as if he was going to cry in a second. "He might have not been a full country, but he still was a country."
...Was. Not is.
Romano was dear to him. Romano was precious to him. Romano loved tomatoes. Romano...was alive.
"...ain, so Romano will reincarnated." It was Italy's voice and what he said that brought him to reality.
-What?
...did he just say...reincarnated?
"Countries reincarnated when they...die," Italy confessed with shaky voice. "I know this...well..." Italy's voice trailed off.
...?
"What year is...? Oh, 1945, right." Italy said with frown on his face. Anyone could tell that he was thinking a lot right now.
"Do you believe in magic, Spain?" Italy asked unexpectedly.
...Magic? In this time like this, did he believe in magic?
"Remember this, Big brother Spain—magic isn't really magic. Magic is when you wish something hard enough. Because it'll come true if you wish hard enough."
Tear dropped down on Romano's face. He wished that Romano would just open his eyes. He wouldn't care less if he called him 'bastard' as usual. He just wanted Romano to wake up.
Italy's eyes which were quivering until now, suddenly become...rock-solid. As if he just made a big decision.
"Big Brother Spain," he said as he hugged Spain, "do me a favour, will you?"
...?
"...What favour?" Spain's voice just cracked. No wonder—he was trying to hold his tears back until it flooded a minute ago.
It wasn't Spain's fault that Romano died. It wasn't Spain's fault that this terrible war started.
...Also it wasn't Spain's fault that he didn't notice that Italy was slowly taking his dagger from him.
Shove!
-?
"Italy...?" he whispered as he got pushed backward. He pushed him hard—so hard he felt backward and banged his head against the wall. So hard that he almost dropped Romano but he tightened his grib around him instinctly.
Italy backed up and smiled, but his tears were running down on his cheeks.
..And what was he going to do with his dagger?
"...can you please tell Germany that I'm so sorry to leave him first... and so sorry that I wasn't able to stop him...again?"
...Italy smiled at the end.
That was the only thing Spain could bare to remember for that day.
-Hmm, since he had nothing else to do... may be he should go watch a movie? ...Watching a movie on New Year's by himself will be just sad. Celebrating 2011 by himself was just so loner-ish.
"Hey, Spa—I mean, Antonio!" Oh, Franc...is. Did he even bother to knock.
...Wait, how did he get in when he locked the door?
"Oi, Francis, there is something called knocking?" he grunted as he put his shirt back on.
"Never heard of that word in my life. And that's not important. I have a problem."
Just because he had a problem didn't mean Antonio had to take care of it! ...But then, they were best friends and France held a grudge for a long time. Once he asked him to take care of his cat for a day about 30 years ago, and Antonio refused, well, because he had other stuff to do! But Francis didn't talk to him for a year because of that.
"Gee, what is it now?" he sighed. Francis, Gilbert...when were they going to learn how to take care of themselves?
...Well, it wasn't like he was good at taking care of himself either...but...
"MY CAR BROKE DOWN!"
-Whaaaaaat? ...He probably was making And-pardon me-but-what-does-that-got-to-do-with-me?
"You see, Eng—I mean, Arthur and Alfred are coming over today and I don't have any grocery! And they're not making fun of me. I won't allow it." Francis's eyes were full with worries and pride.
Geez, Francis really hated losing to Arthur.
"Haha, so what do you want me to do?" Uh, he had an idea of what Francis was going to ask him but even if it was Francis, he wouldn't come to Spain from France just to ask him to—
"—do grocery shopping for me, s'il te plait?"
...wow, Francis. Really?
...it might have been faster if you walked to supermarket in France or something.
"Okay...sigh. You can stay here...I'll be back soon," where was his jacket...?
Francis beamed. It was funny how little little things could make his friends happy.
...again, he wasn't the one to talk. He was so similar to his friends.
—Okay, so far...noodles...mustard seeds...eggs...other stuff...hmmm...
...Francis wasn't going to notice if he bought his own grocery with Francis' money, would he?
He turned around and head to where the tomatoes were.
-? There was only one tomato left?
So naturally, he ran for it.
One second, he was running to get the last tomato...and one second, he was on the floor, rubbing his head.
"Owww," Wow, that hurts. Whoever bumped into him must have been running hard, too.
...Well, anyway, he managed to get the tomato, so whatever.
"Fuck! Will you watch out, you bastard? And that's my tomato you're holding there!"
...
...!
Slowly, very slowly. He lifted his eyes. ...very slowly.
Roma—
There he was—growling at him; alive. His flesh was pink and his heart was beating. He was breathing and his eyes were opened.
...yes, he was alive.
Veniciano, you were right. Magic isn't really magic. Magic is when you wish something hard enough. Because it'll come true if you wish hard enough.