A/N: So, Romano's Language was originally made to me just a short story, but people reviewed it wanting more, so here it goes! I also took your ideas to make this chapter, so thanks!

I also forgot this in the last chapter, but I do not own Hetalia. If I did, I would have made all of my fanfictions, canon. ;)

TAKES PLACE RIGHT WHERE WE LEFT OFF

"Please let me in Lovi! We could celebrate your birthday with just the two of us! Wouldn't you like that?" Spain pleaded as he kept knocking on Romano's door.

"I have already said it twice you bastard. I don't need your fucking pity. Just leave me the fuck alone," Romano yelled. Spain was about to knock once more, but a ruckus coming his bedroom stopped him.

"Hello?" Spain called out to his bedroom, still standing at Romano's bedroom door. "I'm still here, douchebag. Stop being such an ass and enjoy yourself at Feliciano's damn birthday party," Romano yelled through the door, thinking that Spain was talking to him.

Spain turned his attention back to Romano, and said, "Lovi it is your birthday too, and I want to spend it with you." Then sounds started to come from his bedroom again. It sounded like someone was coming into his bedroom through the window.

Spain knocked on the door once, and said, "Hey Lovi, I'll be back in a second. I just need to check out something." "Ya whatever, bastard," Spain heard the faint sound of Romano's voice say as he started to slowly walk into his bedroom to see what was making the noise.

He opened the door quickly to catch whatever it was in its act. When his eyes adjusted to his dark room, he saw Prussia falling into his bedroom after being in the window. "What are you doing here?" Spain asked Prussia as he offered him a hand.

Prussia refused, and stood up on his own. He said, "Doing what I want. When I want. Because I am awesome," with a cheesy grin on his face. "Ok," Spain said, "But why in my bedroom?" Prussia brushed some leaves out of his silver hair, and straightened his posture. He then said, "I needed to tell you something in private. I left out a very important part about Romano's reasons for bad language and I thought you should know."

"Well what is it?" Spain asked, getting interested in what could possibly be missing from his intelligence on the subject of Romano's language. "Well," Prussia said, with a smile creeping onto his face, "I guess this calls for another story…"

*Ripple pool affect to the memory of Prussia in his house*

This story takes place just a few days after I made acquaintances with Romano. Just yesterday I found out that, that little bastard ran off with my book when he left. Ha, joke was on him though. He will never be as good at saying bad words as me. I was the master. I mean, no surprise since I am so awesome.

Going back to the story though… it was a Tuesday, no, a Wednesday. I remember because I always had pancakes on Wednesday, and I was just finishing up my pancakes when I heard a knock at the door.

I recognize the knock from when Romano first visited, so I ran to the door thinking that the little brat was returning my book. When I opened the door to him, I was immediately brought to the floor. When my head reached the ground I realized that he had practically jumped on me.

I pushed him off of me just because it was reflexes and I thought he was attacking me. When I threw him away from me to get a better look at him, his eyes were bloodshot and he had tears still falling down his face.

Being the awesome person I am, I asked him, "Why are you crying?" He sniffled and wiped away his tear. I ran towards me again, trying to hug me, and this time I didn't resist. I hugged him back, and stroked his back. I hated it when kids cry. I still do. It always made me feel like I was a bad guy even if I wasn't the one that caused it.

In the midst of our hug, Romano said, "I am at Spain's house and he is nice." He said it through his tears, hiccupping almost on every single word. I almost started to laugh out loud at this kid's statement. Why the hell was he crying about that? I swear, kids cry about the weirdest things. Or so I though. He actually had a pretty good reason after I heard him out.

I asked him, trying to contain my laughter, "And why is that a bad thing?" I could feel Romano pulling on my shirt, as he used it to wipe his tears. He looked up at me, and said, "Grandpa Rome told me that if Spain was mean, I could go back, but Spain is nicer than any of my family has ever treated me. God, why does he have to be such a nice selfish bastard?"

This time, I let out a chuckle. I'm sorry but I could help it! I was only fifteen at the time… Stop judging. I can see you judging and it is so un-awesome… Stop distracting me, I need to tell the story!

"Why don't you just stay with him, if he is better than your family was to you anyway?" I suggested, but then his face got red from anger, like we were both looking evil in the face, but he was the only one that could see it. "Because, my family will forget about me entirely! If I am forgotten about, then I won't be a country any more. Can't you see that? I am going to stop existing completely, and it will be all that bastard Spain's fault!" Romano cried to me.

He ran to the couch and plopped face down in it. I got up, closed the door, and walked over to the couch to have a seat right next to him. He actually had his facts wrong. I mean, that would be a good reason to cry… if it were true, but it wasn't. "I don't know who told you everything about your family forgetting you and you disappearing," I said, propping him up in my lap, "but that is a load of crap."

He looked up at me, with tears still threatening to leave his eyes, but he was wide eyed and ready to listen to anything I was about to say. I continued, "In fact, I would like to pay that person a visit, and say a few bad words to him. Can I do that?" A tear fell from Romano's eye, but he nodded up and down. I knew I would make him feel better by adding a hint of our inside joke (bad words).

When I was sure I had his attention, I said, "To have you disappear like that, it doesn't take your family to forget you. Every country has to forget you entirely, and then you disappear. You got that?" Another tear slipped down his cheek. I brushed it off with my thumb, and cupped his cheeks with my hands.

He then said, now only sniffling, "What if it does get that bad? What if every country forgets me? What will I do?" "Don't even think like that," I lightly scolded him, "I will never forget you and that's what matters, ok?" He smiled, and said, "Thank you… bastard." "Oh so now you are using bad words for love?" I said jokingly as he snuggled into my chest to sleep from his tiring crying session.

"Yes!" he said, proudly. We both fell asleep on the couch after that. He insisted on staying a week with me before having to go back to you. The whole entire week went smoothly. He wanted me to accompany him on his way to your house. I did so, but I hid in the bushes when you answered the door to him, because you were a scary dude back then, remember? Haha, the pirate version of you was hilarious. Anyway, after that, I got lonely, and wanted a brother of my own. So I went searching to find one. I did, but that is for another story…

*No ripple effect coming back to the present. Spain interrupts the memory on his own*

"Wait so that week that Romano went missing, was because he was with you?" Spain said, getting irritated, missing the point of Prussia's story. "Umm ya, sorry, but you are missing the point-," "I was worried sick about Romano! You could have at least called!" Spain interrupted.

"Romano didn't want me to. It is brother code not to call ones legal guardian without ones consent, I'm sorry." Prussia said, like it was some serious business. Spain was about to start yelling for the past, but then realized that Prussia was hopeless. He said, "Oh well, so what you are trying to say is Romano might also be feeling love to?"

"Exactly," Prussia responded, "In fact, I am 100% sure that Romano is feeling that right now. Or he is scared that everyone really is going to forget him and he will disappear. I realize things throughout my own stories…" "What?" Spain said freaking out, "I cannot have my Lovi worrying about such things! I shall go confront him immediately!"

Spain then turned around and marched out of the room. He turned back around though, and said, "Oh and Prussia?"

"Ya?"

"Thank you."

"No problem, man. It is the least the awesome me could do."

"Great."

"Well, I have a feeling that there might be a need for one other story, so I will wait here."

"Really?" Spain said, starting to walk backwards again.

"Oh ya, and awesome me is never wrong."

"Well ok… see you soon then…"

Spain left and ran to Romano's room again. Prussia could hear him knocking on the door again. He could also hear the sound of Romano yelling out cuss words like a sailor. He then turned to his imaginary audience and said, "Next story is a good one, so stay tuned folks!"

A/N: Hey, sorry this was so short and weird. I guess if you like this, than review for the next story. It will be the last so, ya. Reviewing is how you get new stuff through me, so just take three seconds to review, and have a nice day!