Spain woke up slowly, first opening his eyes, then slowly flexing his fingers and moving his individual limbs. Then eventually convincing himself to move his entire body at once. He stood up and stretched his body.
He walked into ____'s room to make sure she was still asleep. He walked up to her bed and leaned over to catch a glimpse of her face. Right when he had finally caught a peek of your face, you disapeared.
Antonio looked around wildly, where had ____ gone?! He couldn't seem to breathe, only exhaling smoothly."____?!" he said.
"Toni!? What are you doing here!?" he heard you say.
"____! Where are you!?" the Spaniard looked around wildly, the dark room now turning black in his vision.
"I have to go Toni," you whispered seeming to be everywhere at once.
"No te vayas, _____!" he shouted in his native language, now panicking.
"Goodbye Antonio," you whispered and it was deathly silence that followed. The room was now gone, only darkness everywhere.
"Te amo,____, no te vayas," Antonio dropped to his knees, why did he feel such emptiness? Like he had no reason to live any longer. He had never felt this way, ____ was gone. Why did she have to leave?! He started crying softly, his brown locks catching his tears as he looked at the empty, black ground.
Spain woke with a start. He didn't have to stretch anything this time. "_-____?" he stood up quickly, not even noticing the change of clothes on the table in front of him. He raced to your room, it was dark again. He almost hesitated but quickly thought better of it and walked to the side of your bed. You weren't in bed but it was messy. What if... the worst things he could imagine went through his head. He checked the other rooms in a semi-panic. No, no, no. Then, he returned to your room. Then he remembered, the bathroom!
You had just finished your shower and was drying off. After the events of yesterday, it felt good to finally be clean. You wrapped the towel around your damp body. You debated on whether to blow dry your (h/l) (h/c) hair or to let it dry on it's own. It usually looked better if it dried it on it's own but if you blow dried it it would have more body.
Just then, the door opened and you recognized Spain, looking very panicked. A very high pitched squeak escaped from your mouth and you yelled." Antonio! What the-!? Get out!" you started shouting various obsentities at the poor boy.
He seemed so surprised he almost fell. "Oh, Dios mío, lo siento mucho! Puedo explicarlo. Yo sólo. Yo era-," he started shouting in Spanish, clearly surprised. Spain fell back onto the carpet behind him, his hair falling into his face, and looked up at you as you closed the door. You continued to hear saying muffled apologies in Spanish and English behind the closed wooden door.
Your (e/c) eyes widened as you put your head in your hands and sighed. What just happened? After that, you thought of what to say to him when you got out of the bathroom and about a minute later the apologies started to die down. When you opened the door you discovered he had hauled himself up onto your still messy bed. He still hadn't put on the clothes you had left for him.
"Okay... Toni, what the heck was that?" you said much more calmly.
"Senorita, I am so sorry," Antonio still seemed kind of wide-eyed.
"I swear, Toni, if you don't tell me why you barged into my bathroom in the next ten seconds..." you trailed off not being able to think of reasonable threats.
"Well, I," he began,"I couldn't find you and I was worried that you had... you know," he said a level quieter.
"You, were... worried about me?" you said, butterflies rising in your stomach. You knew that feeling. Your heart beat faster, your stomach felt slightly queasy, and a slight dizziness in your head. It had happened before, but that was what had led you to almost kill yourself. "Well, that doesn't give you a reason to barge into my bathroom like freakin' Jack the Ripper or something!" you shouted, but your words sounded hollow, as if they didn't have meaning.
Spain looked down at his lap, his emerald eyes clouding. Immediately you felt a pang of guilt. He was just making sure you were okay. That was no reason to yell at him.
"Maybe, I could make it up to the Senorita with a date tonight?" his eyes gleamed with hope. You felt his nervous hope like sun when it warmed your face. But then you remembered the last date your had gone on with your ex-boyfriend.
"I-I'm sorry Toni, it's just... it's just too soon for me for that," you studdered.
Immediately his eyes dropped to the floor, "Oh, that's fine."
"Y-You know I have some clothes for you to change into," you said averting you gaze from his eyes.
"Oh, thanks," Antonio got up and walked out of the room. You began making your bed while he was gone. The silence was deafening, so deafening that you began to drift off into thought while still making your bed. Right when you finished making your bed Spain walked into the room. He looked amazing, the shirt fit perfectly.
The light blue colored fabric brought out his skin tone really well and contrasted against his brown hair that looked slightly less messy. The dark denim jeans ended just past his ankles. He wore the same shoes as yesterday, white Vans. He shifted from foot to foot while he waited for you to say something.
"So," you said sitting on your freshly made bed.
"I guess, it's time to leave," Antonio said.
"Where are you going?" you asked casually.
"The house that I'm staying in with a couple of other guys while I'm staying in America," he said sitting down at the end of the bed and looking at you, "What are you going to do?"
"Well..." you said. You didn't have a job that you had to go to, and school was out for Spring Break. "I don't really have anything to do... maybe I could come with you?"
He perked up immediately, "Sure! This will be so cool! You'll meet.." you didn't listen to the rest as you packed your purse. "Cool, let's go," you said when he had stopped talking.
(At America's house in the outskirts of Orange Bay) Spain rang the doorbell to the large two story blue house. You heard various shouts from inside the house, all male voices. Eventually you saw a dark shape come walking towards the door through the red, white, and blue stained glass (Oh America, you're so patriotic xD). It was America himself, he opened the door without hesitation.
"Hey Spain! And... you," he said to you with a glint of worry in his eyes, or was that just his glasses?
"Alfred, this is ____, she wanted to come over and meet everybody!" Antonio smiled at the American.
"Oh, great dude," he said sounding less than happy you were here," Come on in."
You and Antonio stepped inside the massive house together, right inside it opened up to a massive room that was filled with countless books. The public library had nothing on this, books of all sizes and colors lined shelves from top to bottom. You gaped at the crystal chandelier hanging above the five red fabric chairs arranged in a circle in the middle of the room. It was so big compared to your apartment!
"Go ahead to the kitchen, ____, everybody's in there," America smiled at you.
As you walked towards the sounds of people talking, you heard Alfred's voice behind you in a whisper," Dude, you should've called me earlier! If she tries to kill herself again, I don't want to be held responsible!" Antonio whispered something back that you didn't catch. Anger flared inside of you as you walked into the kitchen.
"Who was it Alf-" a British man with very bushy eyebrows said but cut himself off when he saw you. Seven pairs of eyes every color looked your way, with colors ranging from green to red to purple. A few looked surprised, a few showed little change.
"Um, hi?" you said sheepishly looking at all the different guys.
"My my, mon amour, how did you get to come to a beautiful house this fine day? May I say you have beautiful eyes ma chérie? Ohonhonhonhon," a man with long, blonde, wavy hair strode up to you. He smirked and put his arm around your shoulders.
You blushed and was stunned for a moment, then he was pulled away from you. "Leave her alone Dummkopf," a man with slicked back blonde hair frowned. Before anyone could say anything else Spain and America walked into the kitchen quietly.
"Toni, finally!" a tall guy with light grey hair and red eyes stepped forward and clapped Antonio on the back. "Vhere have you been bro?" the albino smiled.
"Well... it's a long story," Spain smiled at his friend.
"We've got time, aru," said a chinese man with a long black pony tail. He was standing in front of the stove and cooking what smelled like fried rice with different vegatables and meats.
"Okay, but first the girl has a right to know our names, this is ____."
"Italy!" said a guy with a light brown hair with a curl coming from the left side of his hair.
"Romano," said a man that looked like Italy but with darker hair and his curl on the right side of his head. He looked pretty grumpy compared to Italy. Then you remembered Spain mentioning him yesterday, didn't Antonio raise him or something?
"France, but you, ma cherie, may call me Francis," said the blonde who put his arm around you earlier.
"Germany," said the blonde that pulled France away from you.
"China," said the Chinese man with the pony tail.
"Britain," said the man who had mistaken you for Alfred.
"Russia," said a tall man with silver hair and violet eyes.
"Prussia," said the albino.
"Japan," said a man who looked like China but with shorter hair and dull eyes.
"Your turn Toni," America nudged the Spaniard. So Spain told them the story of when he and Alfred saved you from falling off of the bridge to now, excluding the event of that morning much to your relief. By the time he had finished, it was beginning to get dark outside.
"It's done, aru!" smiled China as he lifted the sizzling pan off of the stove.
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As you ate dinner with the other guys around the long rectangular table easy chat was exchanged. Tension hung in the air, everyone (well excluding Italy) knew what question had to be asked, sooner or later. No one seemed to have the courage to ask you though (once again excluding Italy).
"So ____, vhy did you vant to kill yourself?" everyone whipped their head around towards the voice. It was Russia. He said it so nonchalantly, as if it was normal dinner talk.
"W-Well, um," you stammered. Everyone looked down at their food.
"You didn't have to ask that Russia," Britain muttered. Russia glared at him until he took it back.
"Well," you cleared your throat," I found out my boyfriend was cheating on me, then I lost my job. Plus, my... my dad died. Then I found out my brother was dealing with drugs. Then my mom died of heartbreak for my dad. Me and my brother just cant afford the funerals so I didn't know what to do. Then... I well... took a walk from my apartment and it turned out to be a few miles of walk down to the bay bridge. Then, I you know, looked over the side and yeah..."
Everyone looked at you, their mouths practically hanging open (Well excluding Italy and Russia).
"Oh, Dios mío..."
"This would've been better with pasta..."(Way to ruin the moment Feli)
A blush filled your face, you felt the heat of it. You stood up, about to excuse yourself from dinner. Immediately, you felt a strong grip around yourself.
You looked up, it was Spain. You felt the familiar tightness in your throat. Tears formed in your eyes and began rolling down your cheeks. Soon, another pair of arms latched itself around your body, this time, it was France but he didn't have the same boyish sparkle in his eyes as before. Another, then another, until finally the whole table, even Romano who got pulled into it by Italy, was in a group wrapping their arms around you. Even Germany, who seemed very composed joined.
For the first time in days you felt like you belonged somewhere. Now openly sobbing the strange yet familiar faces looked at you comfortingly.
"Sh, sh todo está bien ____," Spain soothed as you buried your face in his chest. All the different scents of the world were surrounding you, their voices reassuring you in different languages.
"Mach dir keine Sorgen."
"Nǐ shì ānquán de."
"It's okay dude."
"Yes, you are going to be okay."
"Da, idti vpered i plakat."
"Ima wa subete daijōbudesu."
"Puoi avere la mia pasta."
"It's okay ____, we won't leave you...." Antonio said, his warm breath tickling your ear.
"Th-thanks," was all you could manage between sniffs.
"No deje"- Don't leave
"Te quiero____, no te vayas."- I love you____, do not leave. (Yes, I know I should've put "Te Amo", sorry >.<)
"Oh, Dios mío, lo siento mucho! Puedo explicarlo. Yo sólo. Yo era-."- Oh, my God, I'm so sorry! I can explain it. I just. I was-
"Mon amour."- My love
"Ma chérie"- Darling
"Sh, sh todo está bien ____."- Sh, sh ____ all is well
"Mach dir keine Sorgen." - Do not worry (German)
"Nǐ shì ānquán de"- You are safe (Chinese, simplified, non characters)
"Allez-y belle." - Go beautiful (French, it makes more sense with Russia's response backing it up)
"Da, idti vpered i plakat" -Yes, go ahead and cry (Russian, non characters, see told you it makes more sense)
"Ima wa subete daijōbudesu"- Everything is alright now (Japanese, non characters)
"Puoi avere la mia pasta" - You can have my pasta (Oh Italy, you so cute)