I guess I better get started on this! Haha, so, I got something in a review I just wanted to clarify.

Spain will NOT be a pedobear.

Yes, Romano will be a child, but he won't be doing anything like that until Romano's of age. Because illegal things are not cool. But anyway, I wanted to clarify that :)

So, here's that sequel I promised! It'll be randomly updated but probably quickly.

Also, you have to read 'Arrivederci' to understand this completely, it's rather important!

Disclaimer: Hetalia isn't mine, I just kidnap the characters once a week for my own entertainment.

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About six years after his little 'visit', Spain was doing exceptionally better. He was going out with Gil and France again, he started attending the meetings again, and he smiled again. Some people, of course, were confused. The change was so quick. But nonetheless they didn't question it. Instead, they were actually glad to have the bright and bubbly Spaniard back.

On this particular day, Spain was currently...oversleeping. He'd been out with Gil and France the previous night, but he didn't drink. Someone needed to be a designated driver! Also, he pulled the smallest straw, so he lost.

His alarm started to blare, and Spain yelled as his eyes flew open and his fist flew out, smashing the alarm clock to pieces. He looked at the crushed, undescribable hull of what used to be a working system and sighed.

"Fifth one this month! Maybe I should just buy some unbreakable alarm clock. IF they have one...if they don't, one with a less annoying alarm sound would work..." He muttered to himself, trudging out of bed and picking up the pieces. He tossed them in the trash, and coughed, walking over to his calendar. He looked at what day it was and his brows furrowed.

"Why do I feel like there was something I had to do today? Hm..." He said quietly, jumping a bit as his phone started to vibrate on the bedside table. He picked it up and flipped it open.

"Hola?" He said, sitting on the bed.

"Ve, Spain, can you come to my place today? Please!" Italy said on the other end, sounding excited. Spain didn't even think about it. Him and Italy had gotten extremely close since the incident, practically best of friends.

"Of course, Ita-chan. I'll be over sometime later today!" Spain said, smiling. Italy said a few more excited things before Spain said 'bye' and hung up.

"Well, I can't remember what else I was supposed to do, I might as well go to Ita-chan's house." He murmured, walking to the bathroom and looking at himself in the mirror.

"I need a haircut." He said to himself, then he walked out and trudged around his home, doing odd tasks for about three hours.

Spain later arrived at Italy's house, parking and walking up to the door. He knocked and waited for a few seconds before the door flew open to reveal Italy, grinning brightly.

"Ve, ciao! Come in!" He said, letting Spain in. Spain smiled and sat on the couch, leaning back and relaxing. Italy sat next to him, yawning.

"So, I figured maybe we could go to Rome and walk around, how about it?" Italy suggested, receiving a nod and smile from the cheery-eyed Spaniard.

An hour later, the two were travelling in Rome by foot. They went into a few stores but only bought a few shirts, and they were exhausted. Spain panted, plopping down onto a bench and breathing heavily. He heard a thump and a groan, coming from under the bench. He furrowed his brows and looked down, his eyes widening to proportions previously thought impossible.

There was a small, six year old boy under the bench, holding his head and trying to wriggle out from under the wooden structure of doom. He was covered in dirt and bruises, and his bright hazel eyes were filled with pain as he moved. His hair was tatty and tangled, and one stray curl stuck out. In short, he seemed to look almost just like...Romano, years ago, back when he was a small child.

"C-ciao, bastardo. I'm...sorry! I'm leaving!" The tiny child said, finally freeing himself and standing up. He was also very skinny an he was wearing baggy, filthy clothes. Spain's smile softenened.

"No...it's fine. What's your name?" He asked, swallowing heavily.

"L-lovino..." He said, wringing his hands in front of him. "I-I have to go...papa'll hurt me if I show up late..." He said, shaking slightly. Spain suddenly felt protective, trying to not growl.

"I...are you okay?" He asked worriedly, then gasped silently as the small Italian collapsed. Spain lunged out and grabbed him, holding him bridal style and looking down on him.

'I hope he's alright...' He thought, then he looked up and whispered quietly.

"Thanks...I won't mess up this time.." He said, then he stood up as Italy ran up to him holding a turqoise shopping bag.

"Ve, Antonio, all I could fine wa-" He froze in the middle of his sentence, staring at the child in Spain's arms. "Spain, who is that? Is that...what you told me about?" He said quietly, eyes wide. Spain nodded a bit, shifting Lovi in his arms.

"Yes...I think he's hurt...but since we don't know where he lives, we should take him back to your house..." He said, slightly shushed, and Italy nodded.

"Si. Come on, we'll go home now..." Italy said, pulling Spain back to his house with him.

When they arrived, Spain walked to a guest room and set the small child down on the bed, brushing the hair out of his face as he slept soundly. He covered him with the blankets and smiled softly, walking out and shutting the door as quietly as possible.

Whenever the Italian woke up, first things first, he needed a bath. And new clothes.

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Thanks for reading this far! Like I said, it's going to be multiple chapters. And I'll be trying to add a lot of humor to it, to lighten the atmosphere.

Review! :) I'd love to hear whatcha have to say!

Also, this was edited for a mistake someone pointed out! Thanks!