Finding Answers

Chapter 3

"Buona giornata!"

Spain remained silent.

"Not one for conversation, are you?"

He refused to answer. The man walked closer, shoes clacking on the ground with every step he took. "Hey, can't we at least be friendly for the first couple minutes?" Spain looked straight ahead, even as he saw the curl bounce to the side of his vision. "I'm in a good mood for once. You don't want to make me angry, do you?" Spain looked at him and took a few steps backwards to regain his personal space.

"Idiota. You come all the way here just to kill me, and now you expect me to talk to you? Why don't you just go back to doting over your little brother and fawning over you stupid suits, si? Leave the big things to the big people."

2p Romano's eyes flared in anger. "You did not just say that." Spain stared him straight in the eyes.

"I did."

In an instant, there was a sharp pain in Spain's leg. He ignored it and held up his gun, firing twice. 2p Romano dodged the shots easily and held up a small pistol that looked like a straw. "Sorry, my friend, but your life will be over in about seven minutes." Spain's eyes widened as he realized the sharp pain in his leg was a bullet with poison in it. The South Italian smirked.

"Well, I'm angry. You really pissed me off----" Spain fired his gun three times to make three neat holes in the middle of 2p Romano's chest. The door opened and Spain stumbled out, only now noticing the blood gushing from his left leg. Romano was at his side in an instant, gathering him in his arms, tears threatening to spill at the corners of his eyes.

"SPAIN! YOU BASTARD! YOU --- YOU SAID YOU WOULDN'T DIE!!!" He smiled weakly. "I killed him, Romano. I never said I wouldn't die, I said I would come back. I did that, didn't I?" Romano buried his face in Spain's chest. "No, Antonio. Please... Don't..." Spain looked to Switzerland, who understood and quickly pulled Romano off of him.

"NOOOO! NOOOOO DON'T-- Non lo portare via da me! Si può vivere! Voi bastardi!" He started going completely ballistic as Switzerland (with Liechtenstein still on his back, might I add) carried him around the corner. Only Norway was left to comfort Spain in his final moments. Spain sighed and began to talk. "You know, it's nice to see that he actually does care. I just... wish he didn't have to show it in this circumstance." He suddenly gasped, as if realizing something. His hand reached up to his ear to turn his comm on.

"Andrea? You there?"

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4:30

Andrea had finally reached the control center with Alfred and his family. They had set up a room with all the camera feeds and comm communication earlier. It was meant so that she could have a place to run the entire operation and deal with anything that came up. It was how she was able to quickly locate Taiwan and Hungary as well as give them directions to Jisoo's location to help tend to Germany's wound. So when she heard her grandpa calling her name on the comm, she switched to his camera feed and gasped at the sight.

Blood...

So much blood...

"¡Abuelo! ¿Estás bien? ¿Que pasó? ¿Me tiene que enviar a algui--?" (Grandpa! Are you okay? What happened? Do you need me to send anyo--?)

"ANDREA!"

She instantly sat down and shut up. "Si, Abuelo?"

He exhaled slowly, relieved he had been able to get her under control before she sent the entire group after him. "Andrea, I was shot in the leg with a poison bullet. I only have a couple minutes left, okay? I just wanted to talk to you. No matter what happens from here on out, just know that I am proud of you for everything you have done and organized. Tell you mother I love her, si?"