She's a Fairytale part 2

    Romano had long since tuned out the rambling Spaniard. He had heard this story many times before. Something about a girl who took care of him. Though this time was a bit different, they were listening to the radio while Spain continued his story. This made it easier for Romano to fall into his own world of thoughts. But now that he was there he began to wonder who this mysterious girl was. She had caused his friend so much pain. "Spain...?" he inquired making the Spaniard stop mid-story and look at him.
    "Que?[1]" Toni asked, a bit confused as to why Romano would stop him. The small Italian had never done that before.
    "Why do you always tell me this story?" Romano pried his face from the window and gave his friend a quizzical look.
    Antonio paused, thinking about why exactly he had told this story to Romano. "Well, I figured that you'd be the only one that believes me. And....I don't want you to disappear like she did"
    Romano watched Spain's face drop. He had never learned that she had disappeared, they never got that far into the story. "I'm not going to disappear..." he said bluntly.
    "I know, I know...." Spain dropped his face into his hands as he began to shake. Tears spilled from his  his eyes as the torturous pain consumed him. "But it still bother's me....Where did she go?" he sobbed.
    "Well, let's go find her." Romano commanded, getting to his feet.
    Spain looked at him as tears stained his cheeks. "Where do you suppose we look?"
    Romano thought for a moment, trying to remember the story. "How about the little cottage?"
    "Okay..." he agreed and slowly got to his feet. Dragging his feet as he lead the way.
    When they reached the forest, Spain hesitated for a moment but continued on. He looked around the familiar woods. He remembered the day their fates twisted and he as remembered the day it split apart.
    Spain had ran downstairs, ready for another bright day. He couldn't wait to see the sun in her smile and the brightness reflect in her eyes. The way her hair so gracefully flowed behind her. She was all he could ever picture. If you had asked him to draw a picture of a perfect woman, he would have drawn _______.
    Though the day didn't plan out like he wanted it too. He ran downstairs only to not see her again. She was no where, not in the cottage, not wandering the forest. She was gone. That day, was the most depressing day of Spain's life. The memory haunted him and taunted him. Telling him that he only made her up.
    But maybe she wasn't real.
    "Is this it?" Romano asked, snapping Spain from his memories.
    "Y-Yea..." he nodded, looking up. "It looked a lot bigger when I was little...."
    The old cottage was falling into decay, there were holes in the walls and roof. The door whined even more than it usually had when they pushed the door open. The once clean and warm home was now a bearer of pain and cold chills. It looked like something ripped from a horror story.
    But to Spain, he could only see flashes of memories. Pain split a new tear in his heart and as it gushed Spain found himself doubled over and sobbing.
    As he fell dust flew into the air. Romano helped him stand and everywhere they went in that house, Spain felt like something-no- someone was missing.
    In the very last room, _______'s room, Spain smiled a little at some of the sweet memories. Bittersweet pain flashed through him as he saw the one thing that screamed....She's real.
    Her violin.
    The older violin was laid across her pillows, it was the only thing not covered it dust.
    Antonio slowly walked forward and picked it up. "Te echo de menos. A dónde fuiste?[2]" he mumbled to the instrument.
    "You said she used to play you a song....Do you remember it?" Romano asked curiously.
    "Sí, I remember every note."
    "Then play it."
    Spain nodded and cradled the instrument in the crook of his neck. Slowly he lifted the bow and began to play the tune that haunted his most pleasant dreams.
    To anyone the tune was upbeat and lovely, but to him it carried pain and burning passion.
    When he finished he took a shaky breath and looked towards the Italian.
    Romano looked shocked, he expected something other than that. The way Spain played, he could feel the pain and love that his friend held for this woman. "Does it have lyrics, at all?" he questioned.
    Spain shook his head. "No.. she never wrote any."
    Romano nodded understanding. "Let's go. We can look elsewhere for her."
    Spain took another look at the instrument, he decided to take it with him. The sweet little wooden instrument held too much sentimental value to just let it stay here and collect dust. He cradled it in his arms and left with Romano.
    They searched everywhere, their search in itself had taken hours.
    They had searched through towns, cities, and everywhere in between...but to no avail.
    "I think we should call it a night, amigo..." Spain whispered as he clutched onto the instrument.
    Romano looked to Spain. "Okay, how about we continue tomorrow."
    "...Alright...." Spain agreed grudgingly. "Where will we meet up?"
    "The old cafe by your home..."
    "Okay"
    With that each male walked home.
    Spain began to slip into his mind as he reached the steps to his home. What if he was lucky enough to find her? Would she be happy to see him?-Probably not, she did leave. But why did she leave and where had she gone to?
    His brain overloaded with questions he couldn't answer. A head-splitting migraine soon followed and with every new question more pain ensued.
    Deciding it was best to just sleep it off and go to bed, he did so. Drifting into a dream full of pleasant memories of ______. The sweet witch he loved.
    ______ cradled the frightened ten year old in her arms. Whispering soothing words of love into his ear. "There, there. Now what had my Toni scared?"
    He buried his face into her chest and sobbed uncontrollably. "There-...there was an evil man! He tried to hurt you!" he explained.
    She stiffened for a second but then began to rub his back. "It's alright, there's no man after me, you don't need to worry."
    Spain shot up from his dream and looked around his room. His phone was ringing and had woken him up abruptly. He glanced at the caller ID and it was Romano, probably wondering where he is. He answered the phone.
    "WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?!" Romano's voice blasted from the other line.
    "L-lo siento[3]. I overslept.."
    "Well get over here quickly!" was there music playing behind Romano? It sounded familiar.
    "Alright, I'll be over in a minute." he answered and there was a click, signaling that Romano had hung up.
    Spain slowly got to his feet and trudged over to his closet and began to rummage through his clothes. Upon finding something he through it on, not caring too much about his looks and headed out the door.
    Upon reaching the cafe, an old tune filled his ears. He looked up in search of Romano, but instead saw a someone that made his heart soar.
    There stood a girl playing the violin, her (h/l) (h/c) hair blew in the slight breeze and her (e/c) orbs were only sightly open.
    Their eyes met.