Hai, this is my first story ive done in years OwO yeahhh i realised i needed to try and at least try doing a proper story than all my one shots i write down *gets br'ked*

okay so! im obessed with hetalia now for quite a long time and i realised how much i ADORE romano (plus england) so i decided to try and have a go at making a proper story. Now i've got plans already for this, for paring wise its not alot unless you guys want me to C: but there will be some cute botherly love along the way im such a sucker for it :'D Please bear with me since its been such a long time since i made a story up on here and grammer mightt be bad . btw first time ever writing for Germany, i dont really know how to do that blasted accent so i might use it might not, we'll see :3

Title: Second Chances

Summary: Everyone knows Romano is always stubborn and mean to everyone but when a certain incident happens he can't remember a thing! Is this possibly a new start for the hot-headed Italian? Spain and Italy are determined to find out. Spamano and many more.

pairings: Spamano, Gertalia and maybe more along the way

rating: K (might go up for Romanos 'wonderful' volcabulary)

disclaimer: I DONT OWN HETLIA NOR THE CHARACTERS, but if i did then all hell would break loose D

enjoy then!

"Please wake up Lovino, I'm begging you!"

Italy exclaimed, shaking at the sight of his unconscious body. Ruby blood poured down his back, soaking his top in the never ending crimson. With a firm grip, Italy shook his shoulders hoping for any signs of moving; but found none.

With choked tears he pressed his older brother's limb body to his own, not caring about the blood seeking to his uniform as he cried stroking his hazel brown hair that reflected in the sunlight. Sounds of footsteps soon proceeded to get louder but Veneziano didn't bother to look, the rain pelted down on his head like bullets as he felt the strong grip on his shoulders.

But he wouldn't move.

With a rougher tug the German nation got Italy to face him, his trembling body soaked to the bone as he hiccupped on his tears as Germany wasn't hesitant to wrap his arms around Italy's, his warmth filling Italy's cold grip as he buried his head under the top.

"V-Ve he won't wake up! Please…..wake him up…." Italy muffled under Germanys top as Germany stood him to his feet, slightly edging away from the crimsons filled floor. Grabbing his phone out he quickly dialled the ambulance, Italy stayed silent looking at his brothers sleeping body. How he wanted to run to him and never let go but the taller nations grip on him was firm.

"Italy. Stop ze crying, Romano may be in pain but he isn't dead. We need to get him to a hospital imminently okay?" Germany muttered tucking the phone back in his pocket, slowly rocking back and forth; the rain glistening down on their bodies. Giving a soft shake to the younger Italian he saw Italy's eyes quickly changed to its once happy gaze again; it was obvious he was faking.

"V-Ve okay!"

With a brief glance, he frowned uneasy. The older of the two brothers laid there, from looks his arm was servilely crushed and his ribs were broken; the blood pouring out as his eyes were softly closed. Who could someone in such a state be able to stay so…peaceful?

"ROMANO"

Both the men turned to see the Spaniard running like no tomorrow as he pushed part Germany slightly before throwing himself to Romano's broken body as he wrapped his arm around his back lifting him up to his chest; Starting to cradle him slightly back and forth. Romano never once blinked, let alone nudge with worried Spain as he gently shook his body. He didn't care that the warm sticky substances tainted his hands under the boys waste. It was surprising how Romano, the toughest of the brothers could be in such a condition. Spain knew he always picked fights and had that stubborn attitude to his self, it was just a shame that he was outmatched.

Ha….Spain smiled slightly, Romano was always the one to get in trouble. Spain usually had to come for him as the little boy would use to run into his arms in tears, where ever it was a cut or worse. Things haven't changed have they?

"How long till the ambulance gets here…" he muttered silently, his gaze never leaving the boys.

"They zaid another minute."

With a slow nod Spain slowly moved Romano's hair out of his eyes, a slight reassuring smile painted his lips. "You look really cute when you sleep..." He muttered before kissing his head. The sounds of sirens emitted from around the corner as he lifted Lovinos meek body up to get to the truck.

Nothing else was said after…..

"…So then Romano fought those scary men to protect me and manage to scare them off, b-but he collapsed after bleeding badly! So I stayed with him till you came dotsu..." Italy said in the mists of explaining what had happened. While Germany was listening to Italy's explanation, Spain wasn't hesitant in pacing back and forth the hospital wing biting his lower lip. It was a good solid hour since anything was heard from the nurses and he started to feel the wait creep up on him: Indulging him in the tormenting guilt trip.

Why didn't I stay with them when they left…..? Spain thought worriedly, no one knew how much longer they had to wait but every second tore Antonio's heart apart from waiting. Would Romano ever wake up? Would he shrug it off as nothing and everything would be normal? These thoughts buzzed around his head as he moaned slightly rubbing his forehead. Why was it so frustrating?

"Mr Vargus?"

Italy shot his head up to see the nurse who walked slowly over to his seat with a clipboard clutched to her arms. Italy gave a slow nod to agree it was him as she wrote something down on the notepad before turning to the door.

"Will you all follow me? He's ready to be seen now."

It didn't take too long for the nations to assemble in front of the door as Italy gave a slight gulp before putting on his big smile opening the door. There, sat in the middle of the room was Romano. Bandages wrapped around his right arm and chest as he gazed out the window in thought.

"Fratello!"

It took a second for Romano to register the others had even walked into his room. Rubbing his eyes slightly from daze he started at them blankly.

With a quick dash Italy had already pulled his brother in a soft hug, minding the broken arm and chest as he buried his head against his brothers. "Ve…..I was so worried….don't do that again okay?" Italy muttered before smiling happily as Romano just stared at him for a brief second shocked but it faded to a slight frown as Italy kept his arms around his. The warmth was comforting as Italy noticed his brother's breath slightly on his before shifty averting his gaze from Italy's.

Spain gave a slight smile entering the room lastly, trying not to look into the brunets hazel eyes. To be honest last time Spain had seen Romano they weren't on 'good' terms. Heck Romano basically shouted at him never to see him again and Spain being….well Spain he found it extremely difficult to stay away. He called everyday but it was always Italy answering; he knew he could hear the violent Italian screaming at Italy to make up some excuse. He even would pop around for a chat but Romano refused to talk to the Spaniard, his legs crosses as he scowled looking the other way. Of course this was just Romano being his overly stubborn self but, this actually went on for a WEEK. Was what Spain said really that unforgivable? Rubbing his forehead he gave a small glance to Romano with his well-known smile.

"I haven't seen you in a while ha, how's it been lovi?"

Lovi was basically short for Lovino his human name; each nation had one for many reasons, mainly because it wasn't wise to really say your name was 'Italy' to someone was it? People would obviously be suspicious to it gave a slightly easier time for everyone. But lovi was Antonio's nickname for the Italian which caused the other nation a frustrated blush usually scolding him for calling that let alone in public. But for once, he did nothing.

Lovino just stared confused at Spain for a slight second but shrugged it off.

"I'm fine."

Apart from the anaesthetics he was given earlier on by the doctors, Romano was basically in a better shape than before…..apart from the bandages that tightly wrapped around his arm and waist. If Spain didn't know better, Romano was certainly….cute to put it. His skin was a darker tone than Italy's as it have more of a rich tan. The light broke through the curtains as his dark brown hair shone in the reflection giving off a vibrant chocolate like brown outline as his hazel eyes shone brightly but faded due to the lack of sleep.

Oh how Spain wanted to wrap his arms around his body and cuddle him to death but now wouldn't be a wise time he thought as he glanced at Italy who had taken his grip of his brother to leave against the bed frame, leaning back and forth glancing at the door hoping for the doctor to come in and say what would be the situation onwards. Honestly, he just wanted to take Romano home and have a steam bowl of pasta.

Germany however, stood at the back gazing at the rest. He was surprised Romano didn't have an outburst on him even being here OR the fact Italy had given him a massive hug when everyone knows, he hates it. Giving a glance, he checked the time as he sighed leaning back waiting for something to happen.

The room of course fell silent after a few minutes as Italy jumped up and gave his brother a sweet smile. "Ve~ I can't wait to go home, I'll make pasta!" Romano just gave a slow nod of understanding as the German nation moaned under his breath; wasn't that he didn't like pasta oh no, it was just having it almost every day was getting boring. Romano slightly fidgeted under the sheets looking down to observe his wounds, he didn't realise that he hadn't felt that much pain for an hour. Probably the medicine he thought as Italy just went on and on about his little stories.

"I have a question…" he started as his younger brother stopped talking to Spain to pay attention to him, Spain was at his side and frowned; his voice was so…calm? Surely he's messing with us, heck the southern Italian was always such a hot head. He however, wasn't acting like that.

With a smile Italy skipped over to his left side of the bed leaning on the covers as he watched his brother try to smile but felt the fear creep in.

"Ask away!" he exclaimed with a big smile. Germany however, started to feel nervous as Romano took a deep breath as he glanced to everyone in the room before staring deeply into the eyes of his brothers.

"Sorry but…who are you?"

Alright, chapter ones done woo! (took me forever to finnish) i hope things arnt TOO confusing, it will be explained later on.

Chapter 2 is on its way since i already got some ideas for poor Romano, hope no one isnt OOC if they are back to the drawing board OwO

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