Um, hi? It's been roughly a year since I last updated this hasn't it? I am so so insanely sorry! If people are still keeping up with this story here you go?

I know I have no valid excuse but for the record I did try to write this chapter more times than I can count... I just had a ridiculously hard time with all the wordings and junior year is even harder and more time consuming than people warn...

I am so sorry!

This may not be the best chapter as it's rusty and weakly written, but here goes!

So this was a request by erin-flight, over a year ago, I hope it turned out okay for you! (if you read this) The request was: "Spain sad, and an older Romano cheering him up", if this isn't what you wanted please feel free to tell me and I'll try to rewrite it (quickly this time).

Enjoy!

I chew on the inside of my cheek as I card my fingers through the pile of papers on my over stacked desk. Desperate proposals and plans to fix the economy, fruitless requests from individuals who don't understand the complexity of the situation, and stressed memos from my boss, all cluttering rich mahogany and my mind. I watch each page fall back into place and feel the weight on my shoulders get heavier and heavier until I can barely stand it.

I'm not sure if my legs give out or I actively sit but suddenly I am curled up on the ground next to my desk, chin tucked into my knees, staring at the decorative rug below me.

I'm so exhausted.

Its rare that I get like this. Hell, it's rare that I am anything but dopily happy, I know that. But it's hard, with the economy falling to bits and the stress of trying to calm the king and the people and- and-

"Spagna? Where the hell are you? Fucking big house- Spain?" Lovino has swung open the door and swayed into the room, one hand in his jeans pocket and the other holding a half eaten tomato to his lips. He freezes when seeing me, eyes narrowing in confusion and head tipping to one side before he decodes my dead expression and his eyes fly wide. White wings twitch inward for a moment before fluttering wider with his eyes and stretching slightly forward.

"Hello Lovino," the flat sound of my voice surprises even me. And Lovi moves forward carefully sitting down next to me, close enough for his wings to curl carefully around my hunched figure, but far enough away that our shoulders didn't quite touch.

"So... the hell's going on? Do I need to kill a bitch? Please say it's the albino potato bastard? Or fuck face? Either way," I feel a tiny smile flicker across my lips before it falls again, but it's enough to give him the confidence to lean closer, skin brushing skin in a silent sign of support.

"Just country things, stress, just silly stuff," I try to force a smile, which Lovino snorts at, grumbling about stupid tomato bastards. He turns to look at me, still cursing under his breath quietly before I see him freeze out of my peripheral vision.

There is a shifting beside me and it takes a moment before I realize Lovino is slowly shifting his arms to join his wings around my shoulders.

"I'm sorry Spagna, I- I didn't mean to insult you, don't cry Spagna," his voice is quiet now, barely a whisper. Long thin fingers reaching over carefully, brushing tiny drips of water I had not noticed before from my cheeks with gentle fingers. "Please don't cry."

Feeling the digits and arms against my cheek and shoulder and the light, fluttering feathers around my body hit me hard, and next thing I'm shaking and sobbing against Lovi, who has no idea what to do. He pats me lightly on the top of my head for a second before giving up on that approach.

"It's okay Spagna, I understand. Shh, it's okay," the mumbles would be pathetic from anyone else, but from Lovi... the fact he was trying...

"Please don't cry Spagna, it's okay, come one, I'll cook dinner tonight, just- just don't cry."

Long white wings wrap tighter around me until I can see nothing except them and Lovi.

"Spagna, please. Hey, look at me," He grabs my chin and turns it to face him.

"Don't cry Antonio, it'll all be okay. I promise," he smiles shakily and kisses me lightly on the head like I used to when he was small, allowing his lips to linger on my skin as he continues, "I've got you, Antonio."

I smile and kiss his cheek in return, "Thanks Lovi."

He moves as if to pull away but I hold him there longer, "Don't leave yet Lovi, just a few minutes then we can go cook dinner together, si?"

He's silent for a moment, wing tips curling in and away and then in again as he contemplates, before making up his mind, "Si, fine. But we're making pizza. Proper Italian pizza, got it?"

I chuckle, agreeing happily, and tuck my chin into his neck, cuddling up to him instead of the other way around for once. And surprisingly, he does not fight, choosing instead to hold me with arms and wings both.

By now, I've stopped crying but Lovino continues to rock me slightly, still waiting until I'm ready to move. It's a nice feeling, being held by Lovino, and I continue enjoying the feeling as long as he will allow me.

Spagna - Spain (Italian, I believe?)

Thank you so much for reading and putting up with the time. Updates should be better now that school is out and junior year is over with.

Thanks so much again!