Spain sat in the kitchen, alone. It's been a month since Romano left. He hasn't been able to think straight, and he barely ate anything. He missed him. He kept replaying the scene in his head, even though it hurt him each time...
---Flashback---
"Spain, we need to talk," Romano said as he leaned against the doorframe to Spain's office.
"Okay, Roma. Come sit down," Spain said as he put his paperwork down and stared at the Italian. Romano walked over and sat in one of the chairs. He stared at his knees for a long time, before he cleared his throat and looked at Spain.
"Spain, I'm leaving. I'm going to live with Veneziano."
It took a moment for this to sink in. Leaving? Why? How come Roma was leaving him?
"W-Why? Have I upset you? Please, Roma-"
"No, stop! I don't want to hear your damn excuses!"
Spain got up and walked around the desk. "Roma-"
Romano got up and backed away. "Shut up! I'm leaving and you can't stop me!"
"Please, tell me what's wrong!"
"It's none of your damn business!" Romano yelled as he ran out of Spain's office.
A few days later, Romano was gone.
---Flashback End---
Spain wish he knew what had happened. He didn't know if he upset Romano or if he just wanted to live with his brother. Spain didn't want to go there and cause trouble, but he really wanted to know. He was hoping maybe Romano would come tell him, but he hasn't come back once since he left. Spain didn't like it. He wanted to know, had to know.
He laid his head on the kitchen table, trying to stop the tears from coming out.
Romano... Please come home. Tell me what I did wrong... I'll fix it. I promise.