A/N: Okay, heads up, I don't have anyting against shota. I only wrote this because I couldn't find many on here for Spamano.

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia- Axis Powers.

Hide 'n' Seek

I could hear him moving, searching for me. His loud steps reverberating throughout my hiding spot. His sickly sweet voice resounding through the house as he called for me.

"Romano~ Come out, come out, wherever you are."

He sang, trying to convince me to come out of my spot, promising bundles of tomatoes and churro's, but I know his game. I know what he's planning.

I know this isn't just some game of hide 'n' seek.

I make myself as small as possible, moving furthur back into the wardrobe, pressing my back to the wall.

Please, someone...anyone...help me.

I stifled my sobs as he stopped moving. He's right there. Right in front of the wardrobe. One wrong move and this so called' game' is over...

That's all this is to him...A game...he's not thinking of the consequences, or how it'll affect me. He doesn't care. Not when he's in this state of mind.

I catch my breath, covering my nose and mouth with one hand, clinging to the rosary in the other. I was praying. Praying that he doesn't find me.

I clutched the cross, my knuckles white from my grip. I know there's an imprint of the cross on my hand, but I can't bring myself to care.

My heart's pounding, and I can't help but thing that it's going to burts...but right now...in this situation...I don't care. I want it to. Nything to get me out of this...

I sighed quietly to myself, relief washing over me as he moved on.

I'm safe. He's not fo-

A scream erupted from me as the doors were thrown open, his hands grabbing at me roughly.

I thrashed in his grip, kicking and screaming, pleading for him to let me go. Asking him not to do this. Tears were threatening to spill over as he carried me to the bed, haphazardly tossing me on there.

I try and crawl away, still begging for him to stop, but he's not listening.

A sob escapes me as he catches my legs, dragging me back down toward him, tugging of my clothes as he did so.

Stop this. Please, stop this.

I'm praying again, even though the rosary was laying on the bottom of the wardrobe. I prayed, hoping that for once I won't be forsaken. That my brother won't be the first on his list to look after, but it's not so.

My vision is blurry, I can't see, but I know when he's removed his own clothing. My sobs got louder, my praying becoming obvious.

Please Spain, this isn't you. This isn't how you are. Don't do this.

I can't get the words out, and even if I had, he wouldn't have listened.

An agonized scream escapes me as pain coursed through my body.

He didn't prepare me. He didn't use anything to sooth the pain. He's not stopping, is he?

It feels like my body's on fire, like it's been ripped in half. With every move the Spaniard makes, it's like he's decided to cover my wounds with salt. Pain. That's the only thing I can feel.

Make it stop, oh God, please make it stop.

I beg, crying as I still my body, hoping that the pain will go away, but I know it won't.

He continues moving inside me, but my body's going numb by now. I accept it, glad that relief had come, but I continue to cry.

This isn't my Spain. This isn't the man who promised to protect me and care for me. THIS ISN'T HIM.

My sobs begin quieting down, my body is shutting out the pain now. It's shutting down. My vision is fading in and out and I'm dizzy. I can't keep my eyes open. It's to much. My body is to small to handle this...this pain.

I can't handle it.

Before my vision goes black, before I sink into the darkness I so want to go in, I look at Spain one last time. Hoping to see some part of him that I recognize.

But...I don't.

Spain. My Spain is gone.