The water parted for Romano's form. Silvery drops splashed the concrete.

Opening his eyes underwater, Romano quickly spotted the Spaniards form at the bottom of the pool. His chocolate hair swayed and floated softly as if the waters fingers were gently playing with his hair. Spain's lips were gaped open slightly and his eyes were closed.

Romano's heartbeat quickened in fear, hoping he wasn't too late. Romano swam down to the bottom to where Antonio was and wrapped his arm around the Spaniards thin waist. The pressure of the water weighted down, hurting his head. He kicked up on the bottom of the pool. Antonio was a dead weight in his arms but Romano wasn't willing to let him go. He would save him or die trying.

He kicked his legs and wiggled desperately. Looking up, he could see the surface getting closer. Anticipation and adrenaline coursed through his veins giving him the extra boost to break to the surface and pull the Spaniard to the side of the pool. He pushed the Spaniard onto the side of the pool and then climbed out.

Kneeling over the unconscious Antonio, Romano gently turned his face towards him. Antonio's face was pale and his lips were tinted in blue. Romano didn't even notice he was crying until a sob escaped his lips.

Romano bent over Antonio shaking him roughly. "Wake up!" Romano begged him. Antonio hung limply from Romano's grasp like a rag doll. More tears ran down Romano's face. Oh please God, don't take Antonio!

He gently laid Antonio down. He tilted his jaw back trying to remember the CPR course he took. He put his hands over Antonio's chest and pressed down and up, down and up. He leaned over, gently cupping Antonio's pale wet face as he pressed his lips to Antonio's. He breathed in. Another sob escaped him as he pulled back. Antonio stayed still, irresponsive to Romano's desperate attempts to get the water out.

Romano pressed on Toni's chest again. He pressed his lips to Spain's again. Spain's body suddenly heaved up against Romano's chest, coughing harshly. Romano held Antonio tightly and helped him turn to the side.

Antonio's body wracked in coughs, spitting up large amounts of water. Romano gently rubbed Antonio's back, trying to soothe him. He would take away all of Antonio's pain if he could. Once his coughs subsided, Romano turned him to his back and cradled his body to him. Antonio's eyes fluttered gently, his mouth slightly gapped open. Romano gently brushed Antonio's bangs, smiling in relief. Antonio glanced up at Romano, his eyes full of exhaustion.

"What happened ?" Romano asked gently.

"F...Feli." Antonio said barley over a whisper. His eyes closed and he leaned his head against Romano. Romano checked to make sure he was breathing fine before smiling gently.

Romano stood up carefully, holding Antonio to him, nuzzling Antonio's head in between his neck and shoulder. He carried Antonio to his car and gently laid him out in the backseat. He took off his jacket and laid it over Antonio's shivering body. He got in his car and drove to the hospital. Once there he checked Antonio in and a couple nurses came and quickly took him to an empty room.

After the nurses left the room saying that they wanted to keep an eye on him since Antonio hit his head on something. Romano went inside Antonio's room. Antonio lay on the hospital bed with his eyes closed.

Romano sat down on a chair and grasped Antonio's hand, looking at the peaceful expression on the Spaniards face. He couldn't believe how close he had been to almost loosing him. Despite how Romano always yelled at Antonio, he truly did care about him. He didn't know what he'd do if he ever did lose him.

Romano gently brushed Antonio's face with the back of his hand. Antonio seemed so small and fragile underneath the hospital sheets. A big purple bruise stuck out on Spain's pale forehead. His skin was still pale and paper thin, such a strong contrast to his usually tanned, calloused skin.

The more Romano looked at Antonio the angrier he got. There was no way Antonio had tripped and fell. The side of the pool had been completely dry and Antonio always walked away from the edge of the pool. Someone must have pushed the Spaniard into the pool. That would explain the bruise on Antonio's face.

Romano couldn't stop thinking of what Antonio had said. Romano knew Antonio was worried about Feliciano but he wouldn't have whispered his name if he saw Romano after he almost drowned. He knew the Spaniard had wanted to trade him for Feliciano but that had been many, many years ago. Antonio loved Romano just as much as Romano loved him; the Spaniard was just better at showing emotion.

The only thing he could think of is maybe Antonio saw Feliciano before he fell in. There was no way Feliciano had pushed the Spaniard in and Romano doubted that Feli's captor still had the younger of the Italy brothers.

Both of those possibilities seemed practically impossible, which further confused Romano. Maybe since Antonio had almost drowned he thought Romano was Feliciano since he had been so worried about him.

Glancing up at the clock Romano noticed that visiting hours would be over in a few minutes.

Romano carefully bent over Antonio's form and lightly kissed his forehead.

"I'll be back tomorrow." he said gently. He gently brushed Antonio's cheek. "Get well soon."

Romano rose from his chair and walked to the door. Ignoring his erge to run back to Toni's room he walked to his car. He fingered through his hair with an exasperated sigh.

He covered his face with his hands. He breathed heavily to keep from crying. He didn't know what to do. First Ludwig went missing, then Kiku, then Feliciano and now the attack on Spain. All the people around him were disappearing. He had no clue what to do. Romano was terrified. There were so many people relying on him and his decisions. He really wanted to find the bastardo who hurt Antonio. He also really wanted to go home and take a nap but he was afraid to go home. If someone had hurt Feli and Toni who were such sweet and cheerful people then they wouldn't hesitate to hurt a person like himself.

Romano never knew how much he needed the Spaniard. He knew he loved him, not that he would ever admit it, but Antonio was always the person Romano ran to when he was scared. Antonio was always more than happy to comfort Lovino.

Romano let out a long shaky breath. He flipped his cell phone out and checked his calendar. Oh thank God...the meeting would be around midday tomorrow! He smiled. That would work perfectly. Romano turned on his car and drove towards his house. He could go home and go to bed and go to the meeting in the morning.

Romano crawled into his bed and curled under the covers. Despite the warmth of his blanket he still felt cold. He couldn't feel warm knowing that Feli could be dead or dying, that Antonio was unconscious in a hospital and that whoever hurt them could come for him next. He closed his eyes tightly and willed for sleep to come. For a few agonizing minutes he couldn't sleep and it left his mind to wander. Eventually he was able to fall into a light sleep.

Standing in a town in Italy, Romano looked around confused. The usually busy and crowded streets were empty.

Romano took a few steps forward, his shoes echoing eerily off of the cobblestone road.

"H-hello?" he asked in a frightened voice. Hearing his voice echo made Romano angry. He couldn't be afraid when he had so many people depending on him for once. He needed to be brave!

He continued to walk determined. There had to be a reason he was having this dream. Finally, the silence was broken by a child like laugh coming from behind him. Romano looked behind him and saw a small child run around a corner.

"Wait!" he called. He gave chase.

He went around the corner. He followed the child around a couple more turns until Romano came to an ally.

Standing at the end of the ally was Antonio. His eyes were closed and he had a warm smile on his face.

"Antonio ?" Romano asked confused. He saw the child - himself when he was younger- peeking from behind the Spaniards toned legs.

Antonio tilted his head slightly. He opened his mouth and let out a horrible shriek, although still smiling. The sound startled Romano from his sleep abruptly.

Romano woke up early the next morning to the high pitched cry of his alarm clock. His ears were still ringing from Spain's screaming in his dreams. He panted to catch his breath for a moment.

He immediately got up and quickly got dressed. He didn't bother to eat breakfast. He wanted to visit Antonio before going to the meeting.

He quickly headed to Antonio's room. He had about thirty minutes before he had to leave for the meeting which was going to start in 45 minutes. He walked into Antonio's room quietly.

Antonio was still lying on the bed sleeping. He had improved a lot; his face only had a touch of paleness and the bruise couldn't be seen as easily. He sat down in the chair beside the bed and clasped his hand around Antonio's hand again. Antonio moaned softly and turned his head towards Romano slightly. The Spaniards eyes cracked open and stared at Romano. A warm smile curved at his lips. Romano gently squeezed Antonio's hand.

"Hey!" Romano said. "You dumb bastardo? How dare you scare me like that ?" he snapped. He sighed. That wasn't at all what he wanted to say. "You feeling better?"

Antonio nodded, "Si. Are you ok ?" he asked, his voice sounding almost normal.

Romano smiled gently and nodded. Antonio would be the only one to ask if someone else was ok when he himself had almost died.

"Yeah. Do you remember what happened ?" Romano asked wanting to get as much information as he could before he could before he went to the meeting.

Antonio looked away, suddenly looking nervous, "Um well no. I'm sorry; I don't remember anything. Not you, not me, not what happened..." Antonio said apologetically.

Romano struggled to grasp what Antonio just told him. He couldn't remember anything? How could this happen ? Romano was only partly aware that his breathing hitched and that his grasp tightened around Antonio. He only noticed when Antonio squeezed back tightly.

"I...I'm sorry. I know you must be close to me and I am truly sorry for forgetting you. Please, believe me when I say it's nothing personal." Antonio said. Romano forced a smile.

"N...no. It's fine." he said. He took a slow breath before continuing, "My name is Lovino Romano Vargas. Your name is Antonio Fernandez Carriedo. We both represent countries. I am South Italy and you are Spain." Romano said. Spain nodded slowly, his eyebrows knitting together. After a while, he grinned.

"Can I call you Lovi? It's so much easier to say!" Antonio asked cheerfully. Romano couldn't help but smile.

"Yes. Of course you can call me Lovi." Romano smiled. Please call me anything you like if it means your memory will come back!

Antonio's smile brightened. "Lovi, tell me about yourself!"

Romano walked down the hallway to the office room. He felt as if someone had ripped his heart out and shoved it down his throat. He felt absolutely sick. After telling Antonio about himself, leaving out the parts about the disappearances, a nurse came in. Romano talked with the nurse out in the hallway.

She told him that they didn't know weather the memory loss would be permanent or not. Romano couldn't stand the thought of loosing Antonio, though at least he seemed normal. Antonio smiled and laughed and called him Lovi just like his old self.

Romano heard the voices drifting down the hall as he turned the corner. He felt even sicker to hear them. Part of him just wanted to run the other direction but he knew he needed the others help to get justice for Feliciano and Antonio.

Romano reached the outside of the meeting room. He paused, taking a deep breath before proceeding.

He was surprised to see the others arguing over what to do about the missing countries.

"You bloody git! Ludwig probably made it to Italy if Kiku had been kidnapped after the first meeting!" Arthur yelled angrily.

"He might not have! Ludwig could have been in Germany before hand! It's been a few weeks since anyone's seen him last." Alfred yelled back.

"Yes but remember Ludwig promised Feliciano to go out to lunch with him at a restaurant Feliciano had been telling him about?" Arthur yelled.

"Yeah, so ? That doesn't mean anything?" Alfred retorted.

"You guys are so childish! Obviously Romano did it!" Francis said before Arthur could reply.

"What? No way, dude! Feliciano is his brother!" Alfred exclaimed, nonchalantly waving a hand at Francis.

"Yeah but Feliciano stopped living with him to go with Ludwig. Think about it; Ludwig and Kiku took Feliciano away in a way. Feliciano was always the better liked twin and as a kid, everyone he stayed with left him or didn't want him after seeing him compared to his brother. Of course he would be close to Feliciano after what everyone did to him. Feliciano was the only one who never left him or wanted to trade him until now." Francis said.

"Hey bastardo! Want to say that to my face?" Romano demanded angrily. Everyone jumped and looked up at him, noticing him by the door for the first time. Francis' face drained of color.

"H...hello Romano. I...I didn't know you were there." Francis stammered.

"Of course you didn't! You wouldn't have the guts to say that in front of me, you bastardo!" Romano yelled. His hands trembled in anger and his face heated up.

Francis put his hands up defensively. "Romano, calm down!" he said.

"Don't tell me to calm down, you jerk! You have no clue what I'm going through! Antonio nearly died last night. What's my reason to kill him, huh ? Because he wanted to trade me for Feliciano all those years ago ?" Romano yelled, his voice rising more and more. His chest heaved with his heavy, angry breathing. He glared at Francis with an irate expression.

"Romano, I'm so sorry. I...I had no idea!" Francis said.

"Of course you didn't! You never know what's going on so you should just shut your mouth!" Romano yelled.

"Calm down, lad. Don't hurt yourself." Arthur said gently.

"Don't tell me to calm down! Feliciano's gone, someone hurt Antonio and he can't remember anything!" Romano yelled. Everything was just too much for him. He let out a sob and roughly wiped his eyes.

"Oh Lovi!" Belgium said walking over. She wrapped her arms around him in a hug. "I'm so sorry!"

Romano let her hug him but didn't hug back. He was no good. How could he expect to save anyone when he couldn't even control his emotions? Bella drew away, gently rubbing his shoulder.

"Ok." he said to collect himself. He sniffed and glared at the other countries, daring one of them to comment on his tears or vulnerability. "Last night Antonio was attacked and almost drowned in a pool when we went to go to Feliciano's house. I think someone must have been in Feliciano's house, though Antonio thought he saw Feliciano" Romano said.

"What would you like to do ?" Arthur asked gently. Romano's eyes twitched. He didn't want any sympathy from him or anyone, for that matter.

"I'd like for a couple people to come with me and help me look for clues." Romano said.

"I'll join you." Arthur said.

"Me too!" Alfred exclaimed putting an arm around Arthur, making Arthur blush and elbow the American. It didn't have much force behind it though and Alfred knew, for he smiled and planted a kiss on England's cheek making the Brit blush a deep red.

"I guess I'll go check Antonio's house to look for more clues." Francis said looking at Arthur and Alfred with an unreadable face.

"I'll go with Papa." Mattie said timidly.

"Elizaveta and I will go to Antonio's house." Roderick said.

"The awesome me will go to Antonio's house!" Gilbert exclaimed with a grin.

"I'll go to Feliciano's house, aru!" Yao exclaimed.

"I always wanted Italy to become one with me!" Ivan said sweetly.

"I'll come too!" Taiwan said.

Romano smiled. "Thank you." he said quietly. Alfred jumped to his feet grabbing Arthur's wrist and pulling him up along with him.

"Let's go!" Alfred exclaimed. Arthur yelped slightly, tripping over his feet. Alfred laughed lightly and pulled him against him. Romano looked away seeing the look of affection in the Americans eyes. Seeing the two of them made Romano want to be with Antonio. He waited until Yao and Ivan left before he followed behind. Behind him, he heard the American and the Briton following after him.

Arriving at Feliciano's house, Romano got out of the car. He pushed the horrifying images of Antonio's limp form at the bottom of the pool out of his head.

"Do not worry, Romano. Antonio will get better and recover his memory, aru!" Yao said coming up beside him. Romano just nodded and walked ahead. He unlocked the front door and opened the door for everyone. Alfred and Arthur came in first, followed by Ivan and Yao.

"Search for anything unusual or strange." Romano said. "I just want to check his computer." Romano said. Everyone nodded and branched out. Alfred and Arthur hurried upstairs and Ivan and Yao looked around downstairs. Romano made his way to Feliciano's computer. He looked through several files and Feliciano's computer history. He heard steps coming down the stairs. Arthur and Alfred hurried towards him, Arthur handing him an old leather backed book.

"It's a journal. I think you should read it; I don't feel comfortable reading the lads personal thoughts." Arthur said respectfully.

Romano took the book and flipped open to the first page. His eyes widened to see "Revenge" written all over the page. He flipped to the next page and saw the same thing. He flipped to the next and the next and then quickly flipped through all the pages seeing it written all over each page.

He looked up at Arthur. "Does this look like Feliciano's handwriting?" Romano asked, not wanting to believe that his brother wrote that.

Arthur's eyebrows rose to see the comment in the journal. He glanced at the handwriting and recognized the Italians handwriting. He nodded quietly. Romano sighed, turning back to the computer with a new vigor. He found a particular folder called 'tourniquet' and opened it. Inside, he found the ingredients for a bomb and instructions on how to use it.

Romano suddenly got up and raced to the bathroom. Throwing himself over the edge, he got sick into the sink. He felt sick to think of Feliciano causing everything. He could see Yao, Ivan, Alfred and Arthur looking at the computer screen from the mirror. Another wave hit him making him get sick again. He moaned at the taste and wiped his mouth. He cupped his hands and ran the sink, sucking at the water in his palms and used it to wash the bitter taste away. He jumped feeling a hand on his shoulder. He turned around to see Alfred rubbing his back. He blinked in confusion still in a daze.

"I'm sorry Romano. I can't imagine what you're feeling but I know it must be hard for you." Alfred said gently. Romano hadn't seen the American this serious in a while.

"Just know that we're here for you. We'll get through this together." Arthur said, close behind Alfred. Romano nodded, trembling now.

"Come on. Ivan and Yao got the address to some building and we'll check it out sometime. I think we should meet up with everyone who went to Antonio's house so we can see if they found anything." Alfred said gently. Romano nodded and stood up. Arthur and Alfred walked close beside Romano like sheep dogs guiding cattle to new grazing land.

Romano still couldn't grasp the fact that Feliciano caused everything. He couldn't imagine his cute, innocent brother kidnapping and hurting so many of the closest people. He wished he could just wake up in his bed; that this would all just a horrible nightmare! He didn't know what would happen to his fratello or what his fratello was planning to do but none of them could be good. He closed his eyes tightly, wanting nothing more then to feel Antonio's arms around him.

Feliciano smirked from his office area in the government building. He had set up cameras in his house and had seen and heard everything with Romano and his little friends. Now that they knew he could get the show on the road. Everything was going perfectly according to plan. Years of his careful planning and planting and having to put up with the other countries finally was beginning to pay off. He only had a few more steps before the real revenge could begin.