Spain had had enough of his madness. He had been calm and happy for him for centuries! And that ungrateful brat did nothing but hurt him, physically and verbally. He didn't want to be a boss of such an annoying nation.

'Uh... If only I had Ita-chan as a henchmen...' Spain thought furiously.

He marched angrily through the streets with a dark aura surrounding him.

FLASHBACK

Today in Rome, Italy was another World Meeting. The sun was shining brightly and the people were busy and happy. The host, the Italian twins, were actually quite good. If you think that Italy would space out every 5 minutes and Romano would curse in every sentence good, then yes, it went great. The usually lazy and pathetic Italians had great ideas to share, which impressed a lot of nations. After a few hours, Romano stopped the meeting to announce that it was lunch time. All the nations fixed their stuff and headed towards the Lunch table where delicious Italian cuisine were served.

Italy quickly left his brothers' side to join Japan and Germany for lunch. Romano was left alone until England joined him. Romano and England weren't friends, nor were they close to it, but they had a good relationship. England started to talk with Romano and Romano answered all his questions.

Meanwhile, Spain was with his friends, France and Prussia, staring at Romano and England. He never liked the Island nation. Truth be told, he hated... scratch that...Loathe him. Why was Roma talking to a bastard like England? France and Prussia must'ave noticed Spain's mood since his usual smile was transformed into an ugly frown.

"Mon cher... Please calm down. Why are you in a bad mood?"

"Yeah 'Toni. It's unawesome for you to be like that"

Spain looked at his friends then back to Romano and England. France and Prussia followed his vision and began to understand.

"No need to be jealous, Antoine. Romano is quite fond of you" France cooed.

"I'm not jealous..." Spain mumbled still glaring at England.

"You're so totally are!" Prussia yelled. "Kesesese~ Don't worry! You got Roma wrapped around you finger"

Spain began to be irritated. "I'm not jealous and I don't like Romano like that. I just don't know why he would talk to Inglaterra. He knows I hate that bastard, why waste his time on the little shit"

France and Prussia's eyes widened. Spain never acted like since their conquistador days. What made him so pissed?

Then, Turkey came into their view. They knew Turkey wanted Romano and that Romano was still quite frightened of the older nation. Romano, instinctively, hid behind England. Spain saw red, and only red. He got up and marched towards the scene with France and Prussia not far behind.

"-you should leave him alone... he seems frighte-Spain?" England was surprised when Spain punched Turkey. He thought that was all Spain was there for, so he didn't expect the punch in the gut he received. By now, all the nations were staring at them.

"Bloody Hell!" England groaned.

Romano seemed embarrassed by what his boss did. "Bastard! Why did you do that?!". He knelt down to England and checked if the island nation was alright.

Spain seemed more and more irritated by the second. The only thing in his mind was why, why did Romano care for Eyebrows?

"Why?" Spain asked, his voice cold and deadly calm.

Nations were surprised by his tone, others were already terrified, remembering Spain's glory days. Romano was also surprised but immediately regained his senses and glared at Spain. "What do you fucking mean?"

"Why did you care for him?" Spain snarled.

"You fucking punched him in the gut! For no reason, I might add!" Romano stood up and glared at Spain in a different way. This was the first time anyone had seen Romano glare that murderously. Nations would usually laugh at Romano and Italy for being weak, but never did they feel intimidated by them. Now, Romano looked like he could kill and without a second thought.

Spain felt betrayed. Romano NEVER did that to him. Romano NEVER cared for him when he had injuries. Why was England that Special?! Spain hated that feeling. Was he NOT enough? He glared back at Romano. "You're such a whore Romano..."

Romano flinched. Did Spain just call him a whore? "What...?"

Spain's expression didn't change. "You heard me... or do you prefer Slut? Maybe Bitch? Do you like fucking that much? Such a Dirty little henchmen you are~"

"What are you talking about?"

Spain laughed darkly. "I knew you were useless..." he saw Romano flinch again but ignored it. "Ever since you were young you were good for nothing. Why did I spent so much trying to protect you? I lost my economy because of you, My empire dissolved because I had a stupid henchmen like you" he roughly took Romano's chin and looked at him. "All you had was a pretty face and a good body... I should'ave sent you to a whore house and maybe gain a few pesetas. That's all you Italians are good for, right?" Spain removed his hand from Romano's face. "I wanted to get Ita-chan, not you. No one wants you...NO ONE!"

Romano had tears in his eyes. Was this the man he looked up to? Was this his hero? The one who taught him of the joys of this world? Was this the man he loved so much? The man he wanted to be with for eternity? Yes... He WAS that man, not anymore.

Romano looked up to face Spain, who was still glaring at him. Romano smiled. A lot were surprised by this. "I guess, I was wrong about you. I thought you were different, and it seems like I was wrong again... You're no different from the others who prefer my brother over me... On second thought, you're different from them. I hate you more than anything and everyone. I feel dirty being raised by a pig like you... Thank you for sharing what you thought about me... I will not commit the same mistake anymore"

The room was deadly silent. This was a first. Romano said something without cursing and it seemed so sincere it was heart-breaking. Spain almost felt bad. Emphasis on ALMOST. He was still angry with Romano and nothing could change that. "Fusosososo~ This meeting is full of shit... I'm leaving"

Spain left the room.

Silence...

Romano dropped to the floor and finally cried.

Italy and Belgium instantly stood and comforted the half-nation.

The other nations present gave him looks of pity and sympathy.

Romano cried and cried.

What was worse was that he still loved that man...

END OF FLASHBACK

Spain walked through the streets of Italy. It was already night. He looked up to the stars. He stared into the beautiful starry sky. Then he saw a shooting star.

"I wish I never got Romano..."

Then Spain returned to the hotel where he stayed, he packed his things and went to the airport. All he wanted now was a relaxing nap in his house.

I hope you enjoy the first chapter...

this is my first Hetalia Story...

The title is in Filipino since I'm proud of my country :)

You can use google translate if you want but I doubt it would be the correct translation though...

I do not own Hetalia...

If I did, Romano would be bestfriends with Iceland and Belarus :)