A/N: So... anyone notice the incredibly vague Cars reference? No? Didn't think so.

"This is unusual." Spain said. He sat alone on his couch and was staring idly out the window. Spain was the country where the sun never set; but today, for whatever reason, the sky was gray and rain was pouring to the ground without any signs of stopping. "Hmm… and here I wanted to go harvest the tomatoes." Spain complained to no one. His house was completely deserted. Not that this was unusual; his house had been empty for years. "Oh well. I guess I'll do that later. It's not like anyone will care."

He sank deeper into the couch. I need to stop talking to myself, he thought. People are going to start thinking that I'm crazy. He looked around the lifeless living room and sighed. Then again, it's not like there's anyone here to call me crazy. He decided that since he had nothing better to do, he might as well sleep. He laid down on the couch and rested his head against a cushion before lazily drifting to sleep.

"Stupid tomato bastard!" Romano cried. "Wake up, dammit!"

"Mmm… Roma, be quiet… boss is sleepy." Spain said sleepily. The young Romano glared at him and started shaking Spain.

"Wake up dammit! I'm hungry! Make me breakfast!" Romano demanded. He started jumping on Spain's stomach with annoying persistence.

"Alright, alright!" Spain jolted up, sending Romano flying to the floor with a scream. "Huh? Romano, where did you go…?"

"I'm down here, bastard!" Romano began to sob.

"Roma! Are you okay?" Spain bolted out of bed and found Romano curled up on the floor sobbing. He was clutching his left arm, which was bleeding. "Oh Roma, baby, I'm so sorry!" Spain hurriedly picked up the smaller nation as gently as he could and cradled him in his arms. "Fusososo… boss Spain will make it better, alright? I'm so sorry."

"You suck, Spain!" Spain ignored the statement and carried the crying nation out of the room and downstairs to the kitchen. Spain placed Romano on the counter gently and got some bandages and disinfectant from the cabinet.

"This is going to hurt a bit, okay?" Spain said gently. Romano didn't reply, so Spain began to disinfect and wrap the cut.

"Oww! Dammit, that hurt!"

"I know, I know. It'll feel better in a second, okay?"

"Spain, you're crazy!"

Spain awoke with a smile on his face. It had been a long time since he had dreamed of the old days with Romano in his house. He sighed and rubbed his eyes. Even if Roma was a pain… I do miss him. It's too quiet here without him. I miss his complaining and whining…

Suddenly, the doorbell rang and tore Spain out of his thoughts. Who could that be, he wondered. The only people that ever visited him these days were France and Prussia, and they would usually call ahead of time to decide who would bring the booze. Spain groggily got up from the couch and headed to the door. The rain was nailing down now and was making annoying rattling sounds as the droplets hit the walls of the house. He finally reached the door, and his eyes grew wide at what he saw behind it.

"Roma?" Spain asked. Romano stood alone in the downpour, his entire body soaked. His dark hair looked nearly black in the rain and his clothes clung to his skin tightly. His usual glare was gone and replaced by a solemn look, his eyes as downcast as the weather.

"H-hey, bastard." Romano said, his body shaking.

"Romano! You must be freezing! Here, come inside!" Spain grabbed Romano's hand and pulled him inside without any questions. "I'll get you some blankets from upstairs. Give me a second." Romano silently made his way to the couch as Spain headed upstairs.

What's Romano doing here? Spain silently asked himself as he pulled out some blankets from the cabinet. I've never seen Romano look that sad before… I wonder if he's alright? As these thoughts raced through his mind, Spain couldn't help but laugh. It had been ages since he had worried over someone like this.

"Roma! I brought some blankets!" Spain said as cheerfully as he could. Romano didn't reply, but grabbed the blanket and wrapped it around himself. Spain sat down beside him. "Sorry about the weather. The one day it rains you come to visit! What luck, right?"

"Yeah…" Romano replied softly.

"So, what brings you here today, Roma? You miss your boss?" Spain asked with a smile. "I haven't seen you in forever, Roma! The last time I saw you was at a world meeting years ago. Why don't you go anymore?"

"Because I don't have to." Romano said with a pout. "Fratello does everything for me."

"Awww, no need to leave this all on Italy! Don't you think he needs some help?"

"Nah. He always has that damn potato-sucker around to help him out."

"You mean Germany? Huh. Didn't realize they were such good friends…"

"They're more than that." Romano said with disgust. "They're dating now."

"Oh." Spain sounded a little sad at this. "And I thought he loved his big brother Spain! Ah well, tell him congratulations for me." "Congratulations my ass! That German bastard comes over all the time! I'm sick of it! I hate him and he hates me!"

"Roma… hey, calm down…" Spain reached over to grab his shoulder, but Romano slapped his hand away.

"I hate it there. I hate living in a house where everyone can't stand me!"

"Well, I don't know about Germany… but I know that Italy loves you very much. You're his older brother."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever." Romano rolled his eyes. "But the main reason I came here was because I'm sick of staying in that house and being a third wheel! And…" Romano blushed ever so slightly. "Since you're the only person in the world who seems to give two shits about me, I decided to come here."

"So you want to stay with boss Spain?" Spain beamed. "You don't even have to ask, Roma! You're always welcome here."

"Thanks, bastard." Romano said, with the slightest bit of a grin.

"You can stay in your old room! Ah, it'll be just like old times! Hey Roma, will you wear a maid uniform again?"

"No!" Romano glared. "Jeez, you've been hanging around that French perv too much."

"I was kidding. No need to take it out on France." Spain held out his hand. "Do you want me to take you upstairs? You look tired."

"I'm not a little kid anymore, dammit." Romano muttered as he got up and walked past him. "I know how to get to my own room."

"Roma, remember what I said about swearing?" Antonio said as sternly as he could, following him up the stairs.

"Yeah, yeah. You couldn't do anything about it then, and you sure as hell can't do anything about it now." Spain didn't bother to argue with this. After all; he was right. The finally arrived to Romano's room. Romnao was shocked to see it was completely unchanged. The desk had old books scattered about it, Romano's old clothes were still hung in the closet and in the drawers and the sheets were just as messy as they were when he had left.

"I left it just the way it was when you left." Spain explained. "Excepted I dusted. You wouldn't want decades of dust on everything, right?"

"…Right." Romano staggered forward and collapsed on the bed.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. Just really god damn tired." Romano replied, burying his head in the pillow.

"Alright, I'll let you go to bed. Buenos Noches, Roma." Spain turned of the lights and was about to leave when he turned and smiled. "I almost wish your unification didn't happen. I've missed you."

"Yeah." Romano paused. "I wish the unification had never happened too." Spain smiled and closed the door. He wasn't sure what Romano meant by that but, being the optimist that he was, he assumed that is meant Romano had missed him for all these years; and nothing could have made boss Spain happier.

A/N: Long time no see! It's been... five days since I last posted? Mein gott, I need a life. Well, here's my Spamano. I hope you all will like it. And if you think it's angsty now... WAIT TIL LATER! I have soooooooooooooooo much angst in store for this story, so be ready! Muhuahahahahahaha! ...Nothing else to say. I need to go to bed now. 2 a.m. Ciao.